<?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-1713146432687828154</id><updated>2011-10-15T04:58:31.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations.Dreams.Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4189263864467003482</id><published>2011-04-12T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:39:11.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Loathing in process... ...</title><content type='html'>Living in a shell all these while made a dull boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I started to think about purchasing a house or even my own car. At a young age like this and with no stable income, how could I afford all of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multilevel marketing could be the solution or opening up a conventional business? It seems like that's the only way you could get the hell out of the working environment which sometimes can be bitter or sweet depending on situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future is rather bleak for me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- -----&lt;br /&gt;Frustration often strikes whenever I ask myself now and then, "Why am I here for in the first place?", "Am I even qualified to be here?", "Why do I feel ignored or alienated" etc. Such feelings grow day by day. I wonder I could contain them how much longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my best to review and to absorb day by day the knowledge that I lack of but reviewing won't do me any good. I really need practices to know where my weakness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of being busy, am I really that kind of person who is not worth to be concerned of or do I look like a greedy person to you? I admit that what I have chosen is for my own benefit but I did put my very best effort to study about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I did not take it just because I'm going to gobble up the money that you have. I just want to do something that I find interesting. If I do it well, you will also get benefit. One thing for sure, I need to write something to impress you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, sounds like I'm begging for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride aside, I really hope to do something instead of sitting ogling at people and staring at words without talking to people. It's making me going back to my own shell like I used to be. I want to be the outspoken one in Uni once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was growing but instead it seems that I'm shrinking... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being more pessimistic... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Almighty one, please save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4189263864467003482?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4189263864467003482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4189263864467003482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4189263864467003482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4189263864467003482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-loathing-in-process.html' title='#2 Loathing in process... ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-764170866327634364</id><published>2011-04-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:13:05.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Major boredom strikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I could count how many words or sentence that I’ve uttered for the past few weeks. I seriously need a good chat with anyone at all, including aliens! I’ve approached some of them but it seems like either they are too shy or they are too engrossed in their work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A major crackdown!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fully understand that I’ve chosen this job on my own free will and I shall take full responsibility of it instead of complaining. I never knew that this job would be so unproductive and de-socializing. I’m the type of person if given any tasks to be fulfilled; I’ll gladly do it with no complaints. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In other words, I want to be busy! Give me work and I’ll shut my mouth. Period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I should think about approaching my boss to give me some work. Do you think he/she will entertain me? Think otherwise, if you are a person with a packed schedule, would you even entertain a lowly fella who seeks for more work and responsibilities to be appointed?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could have done some extensive reading or maybe prepare some necessary documents needed for my admission as an employee. I’ll let you into my shoes then. How does it feel when you have to read non-stop every single working hour? Unless you’re a typical book-lover, then it’s my bad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heck! I’m on the verge of nerve-breaking. Should I leave or should I make the bold move of complaining?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Help me, Almighty one! T.T&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-764170866327634364?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/764170866327634364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=764170866327634364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/764170866327634364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/764170866327634364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-major-boredom-strikes.html' title='#1 Major boredom strikes!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-3606406780459456652</id><published>2011-01-13T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:24:46.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.25 cm - Ushering the new year</title><content type='html'>2011 is here for the past 1 week already. As what normal people would say, many things have happened throughout the year of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, what have I achieved in year 2010? I don't think it was really that significant at all. The only thing I can think of I have graduated from UTAR. That's all, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have kept a diary for myself and start jotting down every single thing that happens in my life. In other words, I should appreciate every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! That will be my new year resolution. Pen down every single moment of my life; be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! So be it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-3606406780459456652?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3606406780459456652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3606406780459456652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3606406780459456652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3606406780459456652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-025-cm-ushering-new-year.html' title='Growing 0.25 cm - Ushering the new year'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-5050187580504017426</id><published>2010-07-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:10:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing 0.24cm - Tired...</title><content type='html'>I'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted till the max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accumulated feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's unbearable at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay firm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz if this continues, I noe the cycle will begin again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to keep rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it from moving further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all stops here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to change my gear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To another whole new phase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be hard, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is so big, I have many more things to accomplish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep smiling... ... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-5050187580504017426?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/5050187580504017426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=5050187580504017426' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5050187580504017426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5050187580504017426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/07/growing-024cm-tired.html' title='growing 0.24cm - Tired...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4217137998933678413</id><published>2010-06-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:59:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing 0.23 cm - When people do not appreciate...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it really sucks to think that people do not appreciate what you've been doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I've prepared all the things ready to serve you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take up my time to serve you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing it willingly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a mere few hours will make you pissed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said I would come right now to serve you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see my sincerity is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't care to ask WHY i was that late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW you throw tantrums on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you use harsh words on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when I use harsh words on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be more rationale because I'm not your husband or boyfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you tagged my photo on the facebook, you want the whole world to know that I'm the villain, and you're the victim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you said nothing about your boyfriend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I feel like I'm being UTILIZED again to serve you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, if you think I should understand you, do you understand me in the first place!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4217137998933678413?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4217137998933678413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4217137998933678413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4217137998933678413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4217137998933678413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-023-cm-when-people-do-not.html' title='growing 0.23 cm - When people do not appreciate...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-8683037441542415318</id><published>2010-04-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:33:52.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.22 cm - In Ipoh, In KL, In Kampar</title><content type='html'>Phew, for the past weeks, been in the state of constipation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can feel the toxic in my body sapping out my energy...Reason?Hung out with friends in Ipoh, then in KL, then in Kampar again...Sorry, no pics in Ipoh cuz at that time, my battery became a traitor and left camera-less throughout the whole trip...Bah~~&lt;br /&gt;In KL, attended career fair in Mid Valley to find some jawapan for my future and then hung out and makan makan with kawan-kawan...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UXkUZpJ_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QEL7vM8Fje4/s1600/IMG_5822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UXkUZpJ_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QEL7vM8Fje4/s320/IMG_5822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464299635602958322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K: "Bleh~ I want to eat Carls Jr. lah~~ I dong wan eat Mc D!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ2tckLFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dOumrIdHCeQ/s1600/IMG_5856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ2tckLFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dOumrIdHCeQ/s320/IMG_5856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464292254982351954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ2tckLFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dOumrIdHCeQ/s1600/IMG_5856.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had our dinner at The Garden's Yo Sushi! Not much of a "Yo!" going around here cuz the food is not yummy-licious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ3ryLWJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ajiWpczwG1M/s1600/IMG_5862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ3ryLWJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ajiWpczwG1M/s320/IMG_5862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464292271715997842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ3ryLWJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ajiWpczwG1M/s1600/IMG_5862.JPG"&gt;The happy face while eating her dunno-what-salmon-rice...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UUH0aWqTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V6ctxlEdjIE/s1600/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UUH0aWqTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V6ctxlEdjIE/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464295847444785458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UUH0aWqTI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V6ctxlEdjIE/s1600/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;The serious face while eating his teriyaki rice..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTJnlVSiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tg5f50qURAU/s1600/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTJnlVSiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tg5f50qURAU/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294778849282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTJnlVSiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tg5f50qURAU/s1600/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;The financial manager smelling the smell of money- yums~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ3eVHktI/AAAAAAAAAVA/v84KBFWnzvQ/s1600/IMG_5853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UQ3eVHktI/AAAAAAAAAVA/v84KBFWnzvQ/s320/IMG_5853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464292268104454866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTJnlVSiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Tg5f50qURAU/s1600/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;WARNING! BABE AHEAD~ SWITCH ON YOU HEAD LIGHTS!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then back in Kampar, celebrated friend's birthday and BBQ-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTKAc--KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gHaqtyYaRg4/s1600/IMG_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTKAc--KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gHaqtyYaRg4/s320/IMG_5959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294785525151906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Kawan punya B'day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTKmHPB0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/orOmJSM90uU/s1600/IMG_6025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTKmHPB0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/orOmJSM90uU/s320/IMG_6025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294795634476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTLP3kirI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SR2YKq2TynI/s1600/IMG_5933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTLP3kirI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SR2YKq2TynI/s320/IMG_5933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294806843067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One big family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTLkOpXEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8mLUQJPQA94/s1600/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UTLkOpXEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8mLUQJPQA94/s320/IMG_5917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464294812308560962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A (boy): "You gimme back my cake!"&lt;br /&gt;B (girl): "Ahh~ Don't touch my face~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UUHYNBSoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zjRbSGRxO9I/s1600/IMG_5915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UUHYNBSoI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zjRbSGRxO9I/s320/IMG_5915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464295839872666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy and gals desperately wanted to eat raw fishes..told them not to, but they still insisted...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that pretty much sums up the things that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8683037441542415318?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8683037441542415318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8683037441542415318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8683037441542415318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8683037441542415318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-022-cm-in-ipoh-in-kl-in-kampar.html' title='Growing 0.22 cm - In Ipoh, In KL, In Kampar'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S9UXkUZpJ_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/QEL7vM8Fje4/s72-c/IMG_5822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-398254343642343346</id><published>2010-04-11T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:45:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.21 cm - War Zone?</title><content type='html'>Piew piew piew~~~~! (Bombs everywhere~ Nuclear Bomb everywhere~~~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world gonna crumble within seconds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All human race, please run from your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboooooom! And the world ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And such is the world as it is, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are those who are so called the "peace-lovers" of the world who will stand up and demand for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If peace were THAT easy to obtain, humans can start living their lives every single day SMILING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, in a sense, is used to balance violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same theory goes for ying and yang and bla bla bla...there goes the loooong history back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we still need this peace loving people around la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes their effort is a waste of time, but at least it balances violence before the whole human race is wiped out by violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, if there such thing as integrity or any how-to-be-a-civic-minded person courses going around, why are there so much back-stabbing la, cursing la, revenge la, gossiping la and whatever evil things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, they choose to be like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can say, it's human nature to be like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, the so called war zone happens quite frequently in communities or even in a small group of homo sapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo sapiens, for your info, live in herds. So, naturally, you'll have this evil thing lurking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those weak ones, they'll kena the venom of the evil ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes again, the war zone!!! Piew Piew Piew~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then until there's one person that cannot tahan already, he/she will unleash the final bomb..and most probably the scariest bomb ever, NUCLEAR BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, KABOOOM! and every one dies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meh, nowadays people have improved in their technology. So even if one nuclear bomb is released, they'll have anti-nuclear weapons. And when it's their turn, they will unleash their nuclear bomb as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there comes anti-nuclear team coming over to promote peace amongst these homo sapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them sudah sedar...and they became friends again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there somewhere in the corner of the brain of homo sapiens, contains a little amount of evilness..maybe in mg or microgram..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by...the evilness grow again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, you can build a tent outside to see many "mushrooms" blooming here and there while seeping your afternoon tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's better not to stay too long unless you want to get mutated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, what I'm trying to say is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can Human Attain Such Purity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Can human be sooooo civic-minded??? until you can even smile to your enemies? I mean REAL smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...I guess I'm too random at times. Anyways, homo sapiens are animals too....so if you say we sudah civilised...i don't think so, coz we're all still babarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: This fiction above is also written by a homo sapien because he also babarian ma, so he's sharing the babarian story lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense because this homo sapien already told u this post is a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; fiction&lt;/span&gt; story only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-398254343642343346?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/398254343642343346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=398254343642343346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/398254343642343346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/398254343642343346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-020-cm-war-zone.html' title='Growing 0.21 cm - War Zone?'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-7750510215144279561</id><published>2010-04-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:21:41.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.20 cm - Being short and sweet</title><content type='html'>Humans tend to get fed up easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they're exposed to the same over and over again, they'll eventually get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the civilians who worked routinely day and night, they'll definitely find it boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they choose entertainment since it's more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the monks in the temple, I don't really believe they would pray and pray and pray every single day without feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they would find some social work to do, to meet people, to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go too far, I'll conclude that humans are creatures that get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans too easily get fed up if one tend to talk too much or worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a person tend to worry too much, he/she'll make sure everything goes smoothly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he/she will make sure the minor details are taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the conversation starts, it seems endless because he/she would explain, explain, explain until the other party gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of day, he/she will be termed as a time-wasting machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Simply because he/she has lost faith in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/she worries too much because he/she thinks that they could not handle the minor details which will in turn, end up in a total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, these homo sapiens are already adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have left these minor details for them to decide themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been more short and sweet in giving my instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been more discreet and stern while giving out my instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I should have been that lenient all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too kind-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all the rambling, it all comes back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem lies with me, myself and non other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I could not understand why these people are sooooooooooo ______________ until I also want to give up and say "bye-bye" to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[You fill in the blanks yourself.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I've noticed that most of my posts are EMO. Man! I'll grow old faster....=.='''.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-7750510215144279561?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7750510215144279561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7750510215144279561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7750510215144279561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7750510215144279561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-020-cm-being-short-and-sweet.html' title='Growing 0.20 cm - Being short and sweet'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-8503843022491819221</id><published>2010-03-13T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:57:51.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.19cm - Memang ketam....</title><content type='html'>Oh crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to organize a faculty night of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted a totally different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come up with a charity night together with my committees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme would be Masquerade Night initially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila! Pops out another xxx society also has the same theme as us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me and told me lotsa things...bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I back off and change it to mysterious night and I added some french word to make it sound better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet he called me...bla bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he used french as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about ciplak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I didn't copyright french in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did, I could have file a law suit and get the compensation as income for my society..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil me..."grins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are so many upcoming nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my ticket sell well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would any want to pay a price that is higher than anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of charity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will people still be that kind hearted to even donate it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab! Ketam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I must have confident with my committee members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really..I do hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fingers-crossed"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8503843022491819221?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8503843022491819221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8503843022491819221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8503843022491819221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8503843022491819221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-019cm-memang-ketam.html' title='Growing 0.19cm - Memang ketam....'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-8844849817168460697</id><published>2010-03-03T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T04:20:54.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.18cm - Cooked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S45RuyHX8mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u27yEGTeVAI/s1600-h/Cooking-utensils-pots-and-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S45RuyHX8mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u27yEGTeVAI/s400/Cooking-utensils-pots-and-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444378863706042978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cooked again...for my friends in 1506...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my friends helped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling whenever I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of satisfaction whenever I see my friends eating and chatting all the way during the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the laughter still rings in my head..so clearly and vividly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When could this kind of feeling last, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm being pessimistic again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still could have all the chance on the world to cook for my friends again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, there's not much I can worry...unless they've changed their contacts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but well, I have to face it this coming October where we all go our separate ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a random photo of me, =):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: I'm a poor cam-whorer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S45RvDJoeYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JHJo_1tqGxQ/s1600-h/18846_294938667115_728447115_4059568_1328843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S45RvDJoeYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JHJo_1tqGxQ/s400/18846_294938667115_728447115_4059568_1328843_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444378868278917506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow mode in me has begun its infestation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going pretty slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cells is like gradually depleting away...I guess by that time, my brain would the size of a peanut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a walnut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8844849817168460697?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8844849817168460697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8844849817168460697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8844849817168460697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8844849817168460697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-018cm-cooked.html' title='Growing 0.18cm - Cooked...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S45RuyHX8mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/u27yEGTeVAI/s72-c/Cooking-utensils-pots-and-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-1758792308946516918</id><published>2010-02-24T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:45:14.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.17 cm - Why use "f*ck"?</title><content type='html'>Nowadays...people love to use the word f*uck whenever he or she feels frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people even abuse the f*ck word in their daily conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the f*uck really that necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they would feel better if they shout out "f*ck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's cool to use "f*ck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say it just because they like saying it...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Why do you think you used "f*ck"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't really like to use this word. Reason? Simple. Why use f*ck all the time in a conversation. Use different vocabulary instead la. Be creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, if you had the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; habit &lt;/span&gt;to use the word f*ck all the time when you get upset, you'll definitely land yourself into trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your boss scold you, you said, " F*ck you!" Even in silent tone, you'd be heard if your boss has a pair of sensitive ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, you lose your job or maybe your salary being decreased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the least serious state, your boss impression towards you dropped instantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word that can kill you in split second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only this word that I'm speaking about...they're all types of f*ck related words existing in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all human's creativity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: I once said this word regularly but later when I think about it..it's not that fun to say...coz you might lose some friends on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quitted...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1758792308946516918?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1758792308946516918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1758792308946516918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1758792308946516918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1758792308946516918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing-017-cm-why-use-fck.html' title='Growing 0.17 cm - Why use &quot;f*ck&quot;?'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-3772562768163265382</id><published>2010-02-10T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:50:25.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.16 cm - It's YUMMY-licious!</title><content type='html'>Home cooked food on the way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been eating outside food for the too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences: Having a great time pushing my feces out like a pregnant woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to overcome it: Homecooked food with extra fibers a.k.a vegetables added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person to execute the cooking mission: Ho Pei Fen and Chin Yin Yien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7yL_MDtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/btsyZJPv0wI/s1600-h/17054_1299932693314_1080320273_925351_754989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7yL_MDtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/btsyZJPv0wI/s400/17054_1299932693314_1080320273_925351_754989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436543802331107026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glorious food glorious! Not too salty, not too bitter, not too sweet. Everything's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7yg2z0ZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/C3vIPFq-0vk/s1600-h/17054_1299943653588_1080320273_925374_7209035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7yg2z0ZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/C3vIPFq-0vk/s400/17054_1299943653588_1080320273_925374_7209035_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436543807933108626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half naked guest of the day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7ycwf35I/AAAAAAAAAUI/DmZdxDpJCI8/s1600-h/17054_1299938893469_1080320273_925360_2373591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7ycwf35I/AAAAAAAAAUI/DmZdxDpJCI8/s400/17054_1299938893469_1080320273_925360_2373591_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436543806832893842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy family gobbling up the food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Conclusion: Had a nice dinner with my family..=) Had a nice chat with all of them. Laughed hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had a smooth business the next day after consuming the extra fibers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-3772562768163265382?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3772562768163265382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3772562768163265382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3772562768163265382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3772562768163265382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing-016-cm-its-yummy-licious.html' title='Growing 0.16 cm - It&apos;s YUMMY-licious!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/S3J7yL_MDtI/AAAAAAAAAUA/btsyZJPv0wI/s72-c/17054_1299932693314_1080320273_925351_754989_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4798797225267323031</id><published>2010-02-08T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:15:58.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.16 cm - Dinner's on the way!!</title><content type='html'>Gonna cook to my other coursemates for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cooked for them before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt rather nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's not too salty or sweet or even BITTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4798797225267323031?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4798797225267323031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4798797225267323031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4798797225267323031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4798797225267323031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing-016-cm-dinners-on-way.html' title='Growing 0.16 cm - Dinner&apos;s on the way!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-2948186048285260556</id><published>2010-01-28T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:21:06.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.15 cm - Pieces of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“It’s okay if you cry,” because you suddenly told me so&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I felt happy and a smile spilled instead of tears&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With way-too-awkward words, I ended up hurting you&lt;br /&gt;However, you didn’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;And even now, you’re supporting me like this, surely…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-5859"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A wish I want to fulfill, a dream I want to fulfill, thoughts I want to send, everything-&lt;br /&gt;The act of continuing to believe summons a miracle and it’s connected to the future&lt;br /&gt;Forever, hey, I want you to watch over me forever&lt;br /&gt;Dear My Friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You’ll be fine,” because you told me so when we were about to part&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness that I felt, with that single remark, vanished neatly&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To open a new door- Anyone would be scared and full of anxiety about it&lt;br /&gt;But because if I recall you, who pushed my back&lt;br /&gt;Strength comes and overflows in me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honest feelings, inexorable things, frank words, everything-&lt;br /&gt;If I could convey them audibly, then the future would unfold&lt;br /&gt;Always, yeah, because you exist in my heart always&lt;br /&gt;Dear My Friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if stand still, even if I seem to forget&lt;br /&gt;I vow to face forward time and time again, for no matter how many times&lt;br /&gt;Light shines in from the sky that I looked up at&lt;br /&gt;Until the day when I can meet you again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2948186048285260556?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2948186048285260556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2948186048285260556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2948186048285260556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2948186048285260556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-015-cm-pieces-of-thoughts.html' title='Growing 0.15 cm - Pieces of thoughts'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-4283090239758078399</id><published>2010-01-20T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:59:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.14 cm - Back to kampar and hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>It's already the third week of 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I haven't updated my blog for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bah.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are rather packed besides Wednesday which is totally free. Wednesday was supposed to be my final year project slot but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only start doing my FYP during my semester break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to bintulu to catch some animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, because I'm craving for things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten that I have my resolutions and plans... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall realized them before the end 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not "shall" that should be used, it's "must".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have quite a few photos to upload but will update them soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tune if there're anyone reading this..=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4283090239758078399?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4283090239758078399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4283090239758078399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4283090239758078399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4283090239758078399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-014-cm-back-to-kampar-and-hello.html' title='Growing 0.14 cm - Back to kampar and hello 2010!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-7388617361665474391</id><published>2009-12-02T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:14:47.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.16cm ~ In the process of transforming..</title><content type='html'>Dear people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fat me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indescribable me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SxZfWtRxKfI/AAAAAAAAATo/eVjqHmKHck4/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SxZfWtRxKfI/AAAAAAAAATo/eVjqHmKHck4/s400/DSC01170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410616846048111090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bah..lazy to edit the photo cause pointless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am in the process of transforming into this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SxZm5pYQp-I/AAAAAAAAATw/B2EnqhDVrQg/s1600-h/SJ0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SxZm5pYQp-I/AAAAAAAAATw/B2EnqhDVrQg/s400/SJ0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410625142878414818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Either one of them would do..even if I have half of their face..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.except the one on the far left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my hormones are still normal and I don't need guys to reach orgasm...&lt;br /&gt;I need to regain my confidence...ROAR..being fat for 20 years is so unbearable...&lt;br /&gt;Why am I fat?&lt;br /&gt;Coz I like to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Why I like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Coz I live to eat..&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I should eat to live..&lt;br /&gt;but i still love to eat...=(&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblings won't help!&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you grow fatter!&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-7388617361665474391?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7388617361665474391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7388617361665474391' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7388617361665474391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7388617361665474391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-016cm-in-process-of.html' title='Growing 0.16cm ~ In the process of transforming..'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SxZfWtRxKfI/AAAAAAAAATo/eVjqHmKHck4/s72-c/DSC01170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-2296098429651173254</id><published>2009-11-04T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:31:10.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.15cm - I've married myself to orchids! =)</title><content type='html'>Again, I'm pretty late in updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's purely due to laziness...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been training under Sarawak Biodiversity Centre since 5th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJPk2hGbI/AAAAAAAAARo/aSZ-92D24iE/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJPk2hGbI/AAAAAAAAARo/aSZ-92D24iE/s400/DSC01002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400248328877316530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dunno what the hell did I do for my training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you can call me a gardener because that's part of my job. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJQDLtYlI/AAAAAAAAARw/cfzMH-wotAk/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJQDLtYlI/AAAAAAAAARw/cfzMH-wotAk/s400/DSC00972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400248337019265618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not satisfied? Still scratching your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo! I told you I'm a gardener. I keep the plants alive every single day...except for weekends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJRHa47eI/AAAAAAAAASA/XhzIZWMQjU8/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJRHa47eI/AAAAAAAAASA/XhzIZWMQjU8/s400/DSC00999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400248355336547810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yeah, I plant some orchids too. =) Bad photo quality, my bad...but still the flowers are nice, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I like purple that's why I said it's nice...=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJQtQVG4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/xQdIwpt4oHU/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJQtQVG4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/xQdIwpt4oHU/s400/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400248348312935298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you might think what is that fluffy thing or you think that it's sweet floss candy that you happily lick your way through, think again! It's freaking fungus contaminating my experiment! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I think I've exposed my job....T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGOc40-UVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oj1y-os5hWM/s1600-h/Orchid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGOc40-UVI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oj1y-os5hWM/s400/Orchid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400254055135990098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok la! I'm doing plant tissue culture now. It's actually cutting leaves, stems or roots from parts of the plants and placed in nutrient agar medium to let them grow into new cells and finally regenerate into new plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to explain it as simple as possible..hope you understand..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLciAg28I/AAAAAAAAASY/7DIxxdMmdAM/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLciAg28I/AAAAAAAAASY/7DIxxdMmdAM/s400/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400250750475492290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My working bench..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that it's dry and boring job..but I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my current training now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my supervisors and the staffs there are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; friendly&lt;/span&gt;..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I get to try a lot of new stuff that I have never learnt in my plant tissue culture while I'm in UTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, there are girls to glimpse at...opps..=.='' forgive my hormones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I'm in my lovely hometown now! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kuching food&lt;/span&gt;..nyahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough with my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are some other things that I do during my weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn how to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy? Lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tOOt off to people who thinks that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz baking is no more limited to girls anymore! Guys who learn to cook and bake will never have to starve themselves to death. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLcP8xzfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vpKmn61uy-Y/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLcP8xzfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vpKmn61uy-Y/s400/DSC00965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400250745627987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First try - Apple pie! Well, it was apple-liciously scrumptious! Though the crust is abit thin and the apples were overly packed inside it...it was still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of pouring half bottle of cinnamon powder into the apples before baking but...too sweet might cause diabetes..so I gave up! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLc-LpGQI/AAAAAAAAASg/2XCBEoVpGhY/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGLc-LpGQI/AAAAAAAAASg/2XCBEoVpGhY/s400/DSC00983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400250758038362370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second try - Dark chocolate tart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crust is abit to hard..=.=''' It's the damn recipe's fault! At first, I put the flour as written inside that book and I had to knit until the mixture became a dough. But it ended up into a sticky mixture...what the hell! So my mom and me had to modify by adding flour and voila! The crust is as hard as rock! =.='' I guess when you hit the tart to the wall, it will definitely bounce back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...I like the tart cause of the chocolate...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;yum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2296098429651173254?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2296098429651173254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2296098429651173254' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2296098429651173254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2296098429651173254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-015cm-ive-married-myself-to.html' title='Growing 0.15cm - I&apos;ve married myself to orchids! =)'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SvGJPk2hGbI/AAAAAAAAARo/aSZ-92D24iE/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-3637010109528153720</id><published>2009-10-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:19:56.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.14 cm - Am I a fish seller? o.O</title><content type='html'>LOL! Finished my finals several weeks ago and I got a B- for my genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetics &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FREAKED&lt;/span&gt; me out during my finals. I almost leak out some urine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I should be grateful for not bringing neither a cat or a dog home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've just receive my industrial training since 5th October 2009. Will be ending my training on the 18th December 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a busy life everyday..doing experiments and reports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like back to campus life..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all, I'm working as a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; FREE&lt;/span&gt; labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I shall treat as an experience in the society. Rather than growing mushrooms at home, I learn to mix around with people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything comes with a price. If you need some things to be fulfilled in your life, you will need an equal trade-off. That's the rule of life, ain't it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, recently, some friends commented me as a fish seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I'm selfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a certain extent, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me illustrate an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed some books from xxx during finals since we are taking the same subject. I need them to do some references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not return them after a few days or weeks. FYI, we live under the same roof and I was an absent minded kind of person. I did that a couple of times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I was termed as selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always solutions to every problems. Thus I formulated two methods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. xxx could have told me that he/she need the book so badly. Then, I would gladly return the book. The thing is, I asked before I borrow though I did not ask for the last time but after that, I've learned to ask with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall not borrow anything from him/her. The last resort would be the library. At least I don't have to be labeled as selfish by the library. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons behind that I may be selfish at times are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm the youngest in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I seldom care about other people. People &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; care about me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a spoil brat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't live in the society with such attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; me as mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I will choose to sell myself. =) Why? Selling myself to others is all about caring and helping those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you treat people good, someday you will get your rewards even if that person treat you like a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-3637010109528153720?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3637010109528153720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3637010109528153720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3637010109528153720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3637010109528153720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-014-cm-am-i-fish-seller-oo.html' title='Growing 0.14 cm - Am I a fish seller? o.O'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-3882128711493961225</id><published>2009-09-16T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:49:56.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.13 cm - I want to survive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to survive,&lt;br /&gt;I want to survive,&lt;br /&gt;I still can't stop wanting to survive,&lt;br /&gt;Guided by the constellations, our eyes meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to survive,&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss,&lt;br /&gt;Gently withering away,&lt;br /&gt;But until I show my true self,&lt;br /&gt;I will not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND YES! I WILL SURVIVE TILL THE END, YOU BLOODY FINAL EXAMINATIONS! UNTIL THEN, I MUST PERSEVERE AND FIGHT WITH ALL MY MIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST YOU WAIT FINALS! I WILL TAKE MY REVENGE ON YOU! ROAR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end...bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/1713146432687828154-3882128711493961225?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3882128711493961225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3882128711493961225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3882128711493961225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3882128711493961225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-013-cm-i-want-to-survive.html' title='Growing 0.13 cm - I want to survive!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-4034834315176020305</id><published>2009-09-12T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:36:19.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.12 cm - My English very good meh?~</title><content type='html'>Had my moral finals today. I had a sambal bihun ayam nasi belanda kueh tiaw goreng prepared for the lecturer... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he/she likes it? I need a 7 star rating coz u can't find such dishes anywhere else in the world, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was having lunch today with my friends at Secret Brown Cafe at New Town (it's in Kampar, by the way) and FYI, the whole new town has electricity cut-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were eating in a desert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we finished eating, my friends started to comment on my english... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to offense anyone or hao lian (it's hokkien and it means sombong or proud or LCLY), they said I have a good command of english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like o___O... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends even said my english was too hard to understand whenever they read my blog or whenever they read what I wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was further 0______________O'''-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, I would like to say thank you for complimenting me..but somehow I could not even utter that two words out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because I was in this state...o___O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still guys, I am still improving my English. I still have difficulty in reading books written by the British lang or simply the caucausians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their english is wayyyyyyy professional than me and wayyyyyyy more bombastic than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every sentence, there are always three to four words that I could not understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a learner, ok? T.T But I don't read dictionary laaaa~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what I wrote or speak is completely normal English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I'm not despising anyone here. It's my personal opinion and I am still&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; IMPROVING &lt;/span&gt;my English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ session with fellow housemates since I don't know how many weeks ago. Paiseh, I completely forgot the time ler...T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtmG8Cq-rI/AAAAAAAAARY/jdGoGSeftIc/s1600-h/IMG_5741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtmG8Cq-rI/AAAAAAAAARY/jdGoGSeftIc/s400/IMG_5741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506449206770354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the dorky look =.='' Not photoshop or whatsoever to make it look nicer or chio-er...sad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtmBdxltLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CLup4dSoykE/s1600-h/IMG_5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtmBdxltLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CLup4dSoykE/s400/IMG_5726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506355182711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The poser girls. Paiseh, I only have this group photo. Sorry to the other girls. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sqtl71FCpwI/AAAAAAAAARI/aIS4N5pNNyI/s1600-h/IMG_5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sqtl71FCpwI/AAAAAAAAARI/aIS4N5pNNyI/s400/IMG_5720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506258359101186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poser guys. The one without face is busy eating...=.=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sqtl2UQXKBI/AAAAAAAAARA/kmVjmOudDAc/s1600-h/IMG_5714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sqtl2UQXKBI/AAAAAAAAARA/kmVjmOudDAc/s400/IMG_5714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506163648866322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grilled fish...with a touch of squeezed lime. Yum! Though it's a bit black, but still yum! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtlwQrEHhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6VkXrxH2Kx0/s1600-h/IMG_5630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtlwQrEHhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6VkXrxH2Kx0/s400/IMG_5630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506059607907858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food waiting to be cooked or rather BBQ-ed and served into our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not to forget...our birthday girl whose birthday is on xx.xx.1990...You've grown up another year now. =) Stay strong ya! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtlbEim1dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YWoKDhq5S9U/s1600-h/IMG_5552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtlbEim1dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YWoKDhq5S9U/s400/IMG_5552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505695573956050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I put xx sebab I have to jaga her privacy ma...if you wanna know, go ask her lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4034834315176020305?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4034834315176020305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4034834315176020305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4034834315176020305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4034834315176020305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-012-cm-my-english-very-good-meh.html' title='Growing 0.12 cm - My English very good meh?~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SqtmG8Cq-rI/AAAAAAAAARY/jdGoGSeftIc/s72-c/IMG_5741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-6183270053791096234</id><published>2009-08-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:56:40.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.11 cm - Your future is in whose hands? Fate or You Yourself？</title><content type='html'>Dear People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I've stopped growing. As what &lt;a href="dy2r.blogspot.com"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt; said, I need more fertilizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in KL living at my kor's place. It was indeed an enlightening trip for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I learn a lot of things from my two kors place and also from Melilea itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I've learnt is, you may be the leader among students in your campus but you might not be the leader of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may be a chairman of various events and you might be holding various positions in your school and campuses, you might not necessary perform extremely well in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cause in campus, you are only dealing with your peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the society, you're dealing with a whole lot of different scenario. All different kinds of homo sapiens ranging from fat, thin, tall, short, ugly, beautiful and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be able to compromise with or persuade/convince your peers when making a decision with ease but when it comes to serious business in the society, you need not only the skills that I've mentioned before, but also the power to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you stop thinking, that's when things turned out to be a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm learning how to grow and face the society now. I'm learning how to build my own crystal clear goal from now. I'm learning to take actions and move towards that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions for you to ponder, have you planned what you are going to do in the future after you've graduated? Do have any clear goals in your head or do you wish to live your life as it is and let fate guide you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study is important as well but is studying is purely what made up of your life？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answer all of these yourself. Coz it's your life, not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Clear with what you want. When I mean clear, it means crystal clear. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6183270053791096234?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6183270053791096234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6183270053791096234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6183270053791096234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6183270053791096234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-011-cm-your-future-is-in-whose.html' title='Growing 0.11 cm - Your future is in whose hands? Fate or You Yourself？'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-4555482213558186808</id><published>2009-08-06T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:54:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.10 cm - Blogging Ethics and what not~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SnukQrsIcBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HyUVgB65sXg/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SnukQrsIcBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HyUVgB65sXg/s400/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367063987454767122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RANDOM PHOTO FOR THE DAY! ROCK N' ROLL, Y'ALL!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading blogs lately and there are one similarity that I've found, most people blog about other people more than they blog what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, political blogs blogged about other parties and its people in it. Celebrity bloggers wrote about other people gossips or vent their frustration towards the people they don't like and the same goes to normal bloggers like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, there is this blog ethics that start to pop up every now and then. Why? It's coz some bloggers were being treated with "free curry rice" either for a few months, years or maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gasps..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my point of view, blogger ethics touch on the matters like, do not critisize the government until you breached the articles stated in ISA, do not throw any sorts of mother-fawking languanges against people as it is consider as a public offense or I define it as cyber offense and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these restrictions, ironically, seem to grab bloggers' freedom away to blog at all under the daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we have all these pretty normal bloggers blogged about food and where they went for tour just to avoid being bombarded with all sorts of freaking comments from different annonymous which do not want to reveal themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens whenever the owner of the blog posted something nasty or unpleasant about one person/organizations who is the friend/colleague of the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that happens, everyone seemed to be at cold war when they meet in real life without even giving each others chances to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloggers might protest that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ah! It's our freedom to blog wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at we want! If you don't like to read my blog, then butt off! There're millions (or maybe just a few) people out there waiting to view my blog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all common bloggers' type of response when they're receiving nasty comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, venting your anger on your blogs can be good and bad. The good part is, you can release your anger. The bad part is, you get hated coz your blog is publicize for everyone to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez, if that's the case why don't encrypt your posts so that only people who wants to read can read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons behind are, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT TO GET POPULAR! I WANT THAT PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RSON TO KNOW HOW ANGRY I AM. IT WAS JUST A MERE RAMBLE! SO FAWK OFF! I WANT TO EXPRESS MY ANGER ON MY BLOG BECAUSE I DUN ANYBODY TO TALK TO&lt;/span&gt;...and the reasons go on and on and on. Humans, as you can see, is a mammal that can think. And that's why you can get all sorts of reason out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's there really a need to have a cyber law stating blogging should be all about nice and sweet things? Maybe ISA can help reinforce this cyber law... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe those who curse other people will go to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I don't see any of them sitting in jail unless that offended person sue him/her to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whether to curse or to gossip people on your blogs, it's still up to you unless under some serious circumstances like you're gonna get assasinated by your haters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to be Jesus Christ soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gasps!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not simply blaberring or what... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture and you'll know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SnujKAahNQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/t2Q2ao9-PNE/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SnujKAahNQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/t2Q2ao9-PNE/s400/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367062773247325442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~~ May the light and darkness be created! The sun governs the day and the moon and stars govern the night!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I'm actually involve in a drama. A drama for the school kids in the church. Just started practicing. Do I look Godly? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Snukob_WMaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FPtw4j8gF0k/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Snukob_WMaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FPtw4j8gF0k/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367064395557253538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RANDOM PHOTO AT THEN END OF THE POST~! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos courtesy of &lt;a href="momo-bamboostick.blogspot.com"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1713146432687828154-4555482213558186808?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4555482213558186808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4555482213558186808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4555482213558186808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4555482213558186808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-010-cm-blogging-ethics-and-what.html' title='Growing 0.10 cm - Blogging Ethics and what not~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SnukQrsIcBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HyUVgB65sXg/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-7859632829760027976</id><published>2009-08-03T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:01:52.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.09 cm - If you want to change~</title><content type='html'>If you want to change, you must be clear what you want to change and how you intend to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, changing yourself away from your bad habits is not an easy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like leaving your favourite food behind when you're aiming to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel like eating the things you like, there's always something like this that pops out in your head, " Well, just for today! I'll eat just for today and tomorrow I'll start to avoid all these food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you start to give the same excuses day after day without even noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you wanna quit eating these food, it means quit everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether it is "just for today", "a while", or even "abit", you still have to quit and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still insist that you "reward" yourself or allow yourself to indulge in your bad habits, then you're actually breaking the promise that you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you quit or do something to achieve your goals, it's all about sincerity and action. It's not about other people around you, it's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who can break that promise is the one who made it because no one is responsible for another's promise. It is all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever take others as an excuse while you are keeping your promise. If you try to rationalize why you should quit because of relationships and reputation, you will not quit your bad habit forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, if you still insist of walking the wrong path and still say that you're fat or whatever it is, you should not blame others because this is the decision that you have made yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to quit the things you like. Even if you lose the world, even if you have to forget all those comfort that you've once had, even when you have to face the pain due to your loss, you'll still keep your promise and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is your LIFE. And that's true determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide yourself. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-7859632829760027976?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7859632829760027976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7859632829760027976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7859632829760027976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7859632829760027976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-009-cm-if-you-want-to-change.html' title='Growing 0.09 cm - If you want to change~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-4177017150091704681</id><published>2009-07-27T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:59:31.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.08 cm ~ Breathless week!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh~~!! Had my tissue culture mid term today and it was "fabulous" in a sense that I almost jump titanic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I had to read the notes at least 5 times to get all the chemical names and the procedures up in my head!! I don't know why, it seems that my brain is shrinking, I just could not memorise things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for me to use mind maps or something else~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just learn how to swim! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not such a big deal, you might say. But at least I've learn something new during this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way again, I've officially considered as the outcoming SRC!! I've been in the student council for a year already and it's high time for me to let this chance for my little juniors to carry on. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos captured~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sm2jFehpmtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b3yGitReZN8/s1600-h/5500_107511866009_641906009_2728152_8208299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sm2jFehpmtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b3yGitReZN8/s400/5500_107511866009_641906009_2728152_8208299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363122045757004498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the leng lui and leng zai all some of my SRC gang during the handover ceremony! Thanks for the times we had ladies and dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Erm, omit the "are"...i only had one picture coz I din bring my camera that day. ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4177017150091704681?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4177017150091704681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4177017150091704681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4177017150091704681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4177017150091704681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-008-cm-breathless-week.html' title='Growing 0.08 cm ~ Breathless week!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Sm2jFehpmtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/b3yGitReZN8/s72-c/5500_107511866009_641906009_2728152_8208299_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4469536177650367816</id><published>2009-07-18T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T05:26:57.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.07 cm -私の初恋何処ですか。</title><content type='html'>私わずっと自分の初恋が探してた。一体何処いるなの？　それで、僕の初恋現れないですか。僕わ本当に分からない。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昔に、僕わこの彼女好きでした。でも、ずっと勇気がいないから。この責務僕ができなかった。だって、僕がまだ子供だもん。僕わ生长がなりたいんです。今までも、僕の願いわ唯一つだけ、自分の彼女欲しいです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;初恋の気持ちどうです。僕が本当に感じたいよ！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰か僕が彼女がなりたいですか？どうぞ、よろしくお願いします！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4469536177650367816?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4469536177650367816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4469536177650367816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4469536177650367816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4469536177650367816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-007-cm.html' title='Growing 0.07 cm -私の初恋何処ですか。'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-6172957973456336584</id><published>2009-07-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:52:25.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.06 cm - A special day for everyone of us~</title><content type='html'>其实，我不太想写华语的因为对我来说真的是一件很痛苦的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，我也&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;不想忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;我的华语呀！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，那些不会华语的，请你就此多多包涵。哦，忘了不会读华语的人类怎样会了解呐！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to english~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, feels much smoother when typing english. Maybe I don't get used to typing chinese yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everyone is gifted with a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the day when you first shitted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the day when you get your first love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the day you try guessing who might admire you and she'he finally confessed to you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the day bla bla bla~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!!! AND THE DAY THAT YOU CELEBRATE EACH DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still do not know what I am talking about, you revert back to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's day worth celebrating. You can overdo it by having lots of party or a normal simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to some, they just don't give a damn about their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Tell me about poverty or war or whatsoever, but please even when you are alone in the streets craving for food, please do say happy birthday to yourself, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to say is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE GRATEFUL BECAUSE YOU ARE BORN ALIVE HERE ON&lt;br /&gt;PLANET EARTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you breath your last during your birthday, say happy birthday to yourself as well because you've visited earth before. It's all about being able to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CHERISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the fact that you are born in this world~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much of my personal ramblings, I would like to take this opportunity to wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MONICA HII HUNG LING A VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND GUIDE YOU THROUGH YOUR LIFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AND GROW FATTER~! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IT'S GREAT TO HAVE YOU AS A FRIEND AND GOOD LUCK IN EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL WE GRADUATE THAT DAY,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE MAI FORGET ME AND THE PEOPLE THAT YOU'VE MET THROUGHOUT YOUR UNIVERSITY LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;p/s: Feeling rather emo after the last sentence has been typed because next year end, we're gonna graduate soon!! sighs~ =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&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/1713146432687828154-6172957973456336584?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6172957973456336584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6172957973456336584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6172957973456336584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6172957973456336584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-006-cm-special-day-for-everyone.html' title='Growing 0.06 cm - A special day for everyone of us~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-242610040135948448</id><published>2009-07-08T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:09:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.05 cm ~ Reviewing myself</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've missed alot of opportunities surrounding me. And it's like they are waving to me and I kept ignore about their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all due to the fact that I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IGNORANT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ignoring the times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I get the chance to lose the pounds and shed off the love handles.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I got the time to "smash" my violin.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I don't cherish the times given by doing lotsa cool stuff, e.g. cave venturing, or snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I never TRULY fell in love with someone. (p/s: I don't think I wanna have one now. Being single is lonely but for me, it feels all right for the time being.)&lt;br /&gt;5. When I have the chance to earn big bucks when I'm still in campus. Am so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DESPERATE&lt;/span&gt; for money to come flowing into my pocket or bank.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I don't really read and apply what I had learn during the soft skills programmes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WASTE MY MONEY SIA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;7. When God is calling me to come back to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still many more to go which I am lazy to think of since I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IGNORANT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I'm so in a pathetic condition now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANT, WANT, WANT AND WANT&lt;/span&gt; to grab the opportunities before I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shape my bodeh~! Yeah! Eh, I want Shakira's hips! Not too slim but masculine enough to attract myself and the girls. Ha~!&lt;br /&gt;2. Smash my violin till I can get myself in an orchestra team. Or in a more modest tone, I wanna play my first recital in front of an audience.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go try extreme sports like cave venturing. I wanna go Gua Tempurung lars!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Get myself a girlfriend?! Nah, I wanna stay single for the time being and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STRAIGHT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! =D&lt;br /&gt;5. Try getting some free-lancing work during my 3 months industrial training. I hafta to learn what does it feel to earn my own money!&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READ more&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; APPLY more&lt;/span&gt; soft skills. I need someone to help me on this. I'm a forgetful person, you see. &lt;br /&gt;7. Be more holier. Read more bible scriptures and pray more cause I did not attend church masses for like a few weeks already. Damn sinful leh! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND another thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush up my photography skills!! My friend said I have lousy photo-capturing skills. T.T sad case. But, there's no harm trying to be good at something you are not good at, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne~~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-242610040135948448?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/242610040135948448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=242610040135948448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/242610040135948448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/242610040135948448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-005-cm-reviewing-myself.html' title='Growing 0.05 cm ~ Reviewing myself'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-1681533497779889075</id><published>2009-07-04T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:46:49.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.04 cm - The symphony of colours</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I just attended the symphony of colours organized by the Asian Cultural Society. The whole event was packed with colourful performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole program started at 7pm and ends at 12 am. Imagine the 5 hours performance packed with 20 different performances from the main 3 races - Chinese, Indian and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I did not bring my DLSR camera along with me. Heck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no pictures and videos. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just use words to describe it until i get some pics from my friends... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night is filled with dances ranging from traditional dances from each races and then till R&amp;amp;B and hip-hop dances. It's kinda like shifting from eastern to western culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....after the night, I'm totally in love with Indian music. The power of the music and beat really makes me move. Heh, I guess I should take Indian dance class to shake off the excess fats. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for food wise, it's rather sufficient to fill my stomach but... ...it's not till the extent I'm too full till I cannot move. Maybe we can add more variety to the food served and enlarge the portion a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dances are great but a few suggestions from me lars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Since it is about Asian culture, dances from Indonesia, Thailand, Philipines, Japan, Korea or any other Asian countries can be included to make the event more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A photo booth can be set up where there are different costumes from different Asian countries. Audience could wear it and take pictures. Or best, we could have the committees wear the clothes and let students take photos with them. This can best be done before the event starts - A photography session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  We could have some traditional games being played during the morning part. Hee, if you guys want to have a whole day of cultural activities. This will be an extraordinary mega event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As for the food, we could different taste of the foods from different Asian countries. If it is way too expensive, maybe we can include the dishes from the 3 main races. Not only the performances are colourful, may the food be colourful too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As for the decoration part, it as fabulously done. I love it. Again, I tarak pictures. To add on to the fabulous-ness, we could put some decorations from different Asian countries like the nelayan hat, sarong, batik, japanese fans, the indonesian mask, the thailand silk and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, these are all purely suggestions though. But judging from this, the whole event is going to be pricey...unless sponsorship can be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1681533497779889075?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1681533497779889075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1681533497779889075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1681533497779889075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1681533497779889075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-004-cm-symphony-of-colours.html' title='Growing 0.04 cm - The symphony of colours'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-1147490888563791736</id><published>2009-07-01T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:38:17.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.03 cm - When my life is filled with craps~</title><content type='html'>I was happily going through my university life when some craps visited me in the month of June. As a result, I lived a crappy life. A monotonous life with crappy jam spread all over my whole soul mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you have a hard time understanding what the crap am I babbling about, just close this window straightaway and move on with your life. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craps come in different forms. For example, crappy friends make your life crappy. I had one crappy friend and I was so fawking stupid to have believe he/she/it in the first place. Geez, thinking of them makes my blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case, you know. I somehow felt that I've been betrayed he/she/it. At first, I thought I could at least tell my personal problem to he/she/it, but instead he/she/it go and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"MY FM" &lt;/span&gt;causing me to fall into this crappy problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your advice to me is to solve the problem, right? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NAH!! FORGET ABOUT IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big fat chance to solve the problem but you know what, he/she/it added some seasonings to the soup. What's best is that he/she/it added extra huge chunk of pork with extra fat layers into the soup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNHEALTHY, ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the soup nicer, another he/she/it go and further &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"AMPLIFY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to my other friends. I was once harmless but now, I was deemed to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;harmful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towards my other friends.&lt;/span&gt; What the crap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MEAN, WHAT THE KETAM!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, it's crappy to think that they could actually to make my life crappy!!! I mean, what the heck man, you're not my king or queen!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO MAKE MY LIFE CRAPPY!! YOU BUKANNYA AKU PUNYA DATUK ATAU NENEK!! YOU'RE JUST A TINY DOT IN THIS UNIVERSE!! HAH!! I STILL HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS WAITING OUTSIDE TO SAY HELLO TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, if you're reading this and you feel guilty about it, please don't. I am proud that my post can reflect your true self. It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM FOR YOU TO GROW! HAH! YOU STUNTED TREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh no! God has told us to forgive others as HE has forgived our sins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! I will forgive you, my dear crappy friends. Talk to me and I'll talk to you, you bo talk to me, then to hell you go! HAHA! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE BROTHERS AND SISTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1713146432687828154-1147490888563791736?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1147490888563791736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1147490888563791736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1147490888563791736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1147490888563791736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/07/growing-003-cm-when-my-life-is-filled.html' title='Growing 0.03 cm - When my life is filled with craps~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-315183022679653587</id><published>2009-06-13T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:28:20.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.02 cm - Closer to God~</title><content type='html'>LOL! It seems that my growth is stunted since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. ..I've got a little story to tell you. It may sound insignificant to you, but this story inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World's famous artist Leonardo Da Vinci painted the Last Supper when he was 43 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SjRsP-HhhqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_VnJA4KvW5A/s1600-h/da_vinci_Last_Supper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SjRsP-HhhqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_VnJA4KvW5A/s400/da_vinci_Last_Supper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347017679224014498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took him three years to complete this wonderful masterpiece. One day, he decided to bring this painting to a good of friend for some comments on his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend said, "What a wonderful piece! Especially the holy grail. It's absolutely stunning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Leornado took a paint brush and distort the holy grail that Jesus is holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished, his friend questioned him, " Why did you ruin your own work? This is ridiculous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, the infamous artist replied, "I spent my time drawing Jesus, not His holy grail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a short story really touches me. It tells me that Jesus should always be the focus and the center above all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say I love you Jesus. But before that, I need to do the necessary preparations before I could commit myself unto you... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait for me, my Lord... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Holy grail is actually the cup where Jesus placed the wine and turn it into his blood to be shared for mankind under the blessings of the Holy Father in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-315183022679653587?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/315183022679653587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=315183022679653587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/315183022679653587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/315183022679653587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-002-cm-closer-to-god.html' title='Growing 0.02 cm - Closer to God~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SjRsP-HhhqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_VnJA4KvW5A/s72-c/da_vinci_Last_Supper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-6477381335134331100</id><published>2009-04-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:25:50.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing 0.01 cm ~ The night of enchantment - UTAR BALL 2009 part 1~</title><content type='html'>UTAR Ball 2009 - an enchanting moment that was very enchanted indeed. But, it wasn't very enchanted behind the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it a night of wonder and a night filled with ladies masking themselves with artificial beauty. Some was of natural beauty while some did some faint make-up and yet sufficient to make them look elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for guys, it's the typical spiky hair and those whose hair was combed in the professional and smart way. As for me, I did went for a hair do and it costed me around RM15. The auntie in the salon colored my hair with red and blue. =.= It was a bit "la-la" for me but what the hell, I've never dyed my hair before. So, didn't really what others said about me on that night. As long as I feel happy for myself, then I'm proud of how I looked. "winks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm lazy to arrange the pictures. I guess captions will help you guys figure what these pictures meant, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTQwhhkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wDKAjIuyJak/s1600-h/879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTQwhhkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wDKAjIuyJak/s400/879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899959863084610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my "girl" friends. It was rather embarrassed for me though. I never had a photo-taking session with "pweetie" girls, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQW4_oWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-aDiKnlreJY/s1600-h/751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQW4_oWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-aDiKnlreJY/s400/751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324898810457989474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTNzUzTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mBsDfMCSQpo/s1600-h/883.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Queen of the night~ The girl beside is famous for her brutal-ness. You can witness yourself how brutal she is in a video where she dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTNzUzTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mBsDfMCSQpo/s1600-h/883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTNzUzTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mBsDfMCSQpo/s400/883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899959069527346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all-time famous euphoria~ It's a pub where it only allows certain number of people to enter. Once it's full, then you're out. My personal opinion ~ it's not that great after I went in coz it's freaking small and packed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTUExotI/AAAAAAAAAPw/j0egWKYdhmA/s1600-h/810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTUExotI/AAAAAAAAAPw/j0egWKYdhmA/s400/810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899960753332946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, who says all the fatties are just humans made up of a pile of excessive adipose tissues? She can SING damn well! Cheers for you!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTN2MW6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yd5zEPixr2w/s1600-h/852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTN2MW6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Yd5zEPixr2w/s400/852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899959081556898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building reminds me of a castle in final fantasy 9, the alexandria castle. Anyways, it's a well-designed building. I like it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYS1yKn6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0Tf1BsOvZHc/s1600-h/839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYS1yKn6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0Tf1BsOvZHc/s400/839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324899952622215074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends posing straight after they saw this car. =.= They can't wait to be models&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXRIWxd4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/pMu43Mvje5A/s1600-h/799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXRIWxd4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/pMu43Mvje5A/s400/799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324898823736227714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer for the night. Too bad she sang till her voice went out of tune after a few songs. :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQ91eNYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/d_sAotUAg40/s1600-h/795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQ91eNYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/d_sAotUAg40/s400/795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324898820912199042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish for the night. It was fabulous but the waiter that served us hate me and gave me the littliest amount that I could have ever imagined. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQ6s1cHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jP2c3brAQw8/s1600-h/749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQ6s1cHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jP2c3brAQw8/s400/749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324898820070666354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls from UTAR Kampar Perak Campus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQpkVoUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uqMcBbVwcPk/s1600-h/786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXXQpkVoUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uqMcBbVwcPk/s400/786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324898815471624514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "pweety" chairlady for the whole event. Sorry for the blur picture. Didn't get the chance to get near her. Her aura almost blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, the event was a success. An eye-opener for me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I never went to such a grand event before&lt;br /&gt;pp/s: Sorry for the poor quality of pictures. Will try to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6477381335134331100?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6477381335134331100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6477381335134331100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6477381335134331100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6477381335134331100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-001-cm-night-of-enchantment.html' title='Growing 0.01 cm ~ The night of enchantment - UTAR BALL 2009 part 1~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SeXYTQwhhkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wDKAjIuyJak/s72-c/879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-8991143685135237369</id><published>2009-03-30T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:24:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Grey - It's been a while~</title><content type='html'>Again, been busy with all sorts of things lately. Ranging from campus events to personal life. Though it's hectic throughout the whole month of January, February and March, things are starting to slow down in April. Most probably examination is moving its way to our doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like that kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to take part in lotsa activities such as UTAR Ball 2009, Famine 12, visit to orang asli Kampung Tibang, prom night 2009, UTAR Song Writing Competition add so much fun and colour to my life aside from studying. I learn tonnes of new stuff by interacting with different people - generating my friends' network as well as how to deal with difficulties that needs you immediate attention on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe - fantastic experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal life note, I've learnt new things throughout the stay with my helpful housemates my great roomate and my friends. This might sound old to you but it's an added experience to me in every semester. Though I might have quarells with some of them, I've grown to understand their needs and try to adapt to them. Though I still seem to have that moody face every morning or when I'm busy with my things, I'll always try my best to strain my face muscles to smile and talk to them. Even I hold any positions in any of the events, they would greatly support me all the way and join in the events esp. my housemates and my setapak friends who just came to kampar to study. Thankies all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like giving grammy awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna enjoy my uni life the way it is now. If possible, I wanna add more colours in my life. Not merely the monotonous study life and all. I wanna turn my life from grey to different colours as one could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I guess that's all from my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post: Something grand awaiting for ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8991143685135237369?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8991143685135237369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8991143685135237369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8991143685135237369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8991143685135237369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/03/grey-its-been-while.html' title='~Grey - It&apos;s been a while~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-2398812003158645729</id><published>2009-02-11T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:39:44.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn busy!!</title><content type='html'>Waloha my blog!! It's been a while since I typed something in here. I have been busy with school events these days. I miss the old days where I only go to campus and come back home right after the school ends. Now, I have to stay back at school and work. Meetings here and there. Never ending torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few things that I really fear of after putting so much effort in school activities.&lt;br /&gt;1. My studies&lt;br /&gt;~ The topics are getting harder for each lecture. What's more worst, both my eyes are freaking heavy coz i slept late to complete off my works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My personality&lt;br /&gt;~ Argh! I tend to worry too much about this and that till I phone that particular person a few times to ask for conformation about proposals and stuff. I don't want things to go out of hand. I tried not to be too annoying but the fact that they did not inform me about what and how things are doing on their side makes me really wanna call them up and fire them questions. =.= And last but not least, my leadership in handling stuff. It's a matter of getting people to listen to you but on the other hand, I had to listen to people instead coz of one simple reason, I can't make my mind easily! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, enough of my small ramblings. I shall not let these PROBLEMS control me!! Fight! Fight! Fight! I shall put my studies first and I shall have a firm decision of what I want in the future!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2398812003158645729?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2398812003158645729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2398812003158645729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2398812003158645729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2398812003158645729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/02/darn-busy.html' title='Darn busy!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-6639953152576417512</id><published>2009-01-10T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:43:47.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall post sth soon~</title><content type='html'>Sry guys for the long delay. I've been slacking slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few reasons or excuses for the delay:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm addicted to maple but am trying to save myself from devoting my life to mapling. =x&lt;br /&gt;2. My brother just sold his camera to his friend which left me in a pathetic state. In other words, you might hardly find pictures in my blog posts. Dun say it's boring, okay? T.T&lt;br /&gt;3. I will be quite busy with my upcoming school events. I will "beg" my friends for the photos if i had to.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be busy as well for my school works and I have to work extra hard for the upcoming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there are a few things that I'll do:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Renovate" my blog if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Post some interesting and not "crappy" post more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add music to my bloogie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. Will update more in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6639953152576417512?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6639953152576417512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6639953152576417512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6639953152576417512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6639953152576417512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2009/01/shall-post-sth-soon.html' title='Shall post sth soon~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-3697321808244569821</id><published>2008-11-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:14:01.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Lord! I kena tagged! 0.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gawd, this is the first time i kena tagged. I have to answer all these freaking 70 questions! =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since I'm that free sitting at home selling char siew pao, I don't really mind to answer them. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Considering my age, I should have like someone by now or even more so, love someone. But till now, my childishness at times has cause much trouble than I expected. Girls hate these type of guys, agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, being single is still the best. Cheers~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2&lt;br /&gt;Do they know it?&lt;br /&gt;Hello~ I told you I tak de orang yang disukai la. Maybe I'm a gay. "gasps" Oh well, as long as my conscious is clear, I won't get my butt hooked by another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3&lt;br /&gt;Simple or complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Oh bi gawd! How long am I suppose to answer this sort of questions? Neither simple nor complicated. I'm basically free of anything. No love, no like! Gosh, I never knew my life would be that boring. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4&lt;br /&gt;Bought something?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I bought a red spandex for myself. Reason? To attract more girls. Cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5&lt;br /&gt;Gotten sick?&lt;br /&gt;Being a chinese, I should say, "Choy, simply curse people!" But, being a modern citizen, I would say, "Oh, I'm fit and healthy. Thank you for asking!" Still, why do u ask whether or not that person is sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6&lt;br /&gt;Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Never ever. Oh, I did hugged myself. Besides, who wanna hugged a big water buffalo like me? You said you don't mind? Come hug me! I 'm desperate of hugs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7&lt;br /&gt;Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;=.= I feel stupid answering these questions. That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 8&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;When someone have no ex, whom shall he/she talk to. To the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 9&lt;br /&gt;Missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think no. If there is anything that I missed dearly, that would be my home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Failed a test?&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I once failed in my chinese spelling test during my primary years. I got a total 0. I cried bitterly as I await the canning from my mom. I begged and begged her to forgive her but still I got whacked. Dramatic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Danced?&lt;br /&gt;Yep but I sux at it. I danced like a robot while the others danced like a pair of graceful swans. "Frowns"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I tried to keep my hair long but...my head sweats like hair coz my hair is growing tremendously fast. My scalp is itching too. =.= I hope I don't have any fleas lurking around in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Be realistic, if you want to get yourself out of the hot water, you have to lie to save your butt. Trust me, being too honest at times kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nervous habits?&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, even the greatest TV host, Oprah Winfrey has this stage fright. What more to say me, standing in front of the crowds or meeting "great and almighty" people? 0.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you double jointed?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, your english is too deep. I tarak paham. But for the sake of courtesy, I would say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Can you raise one eyebrow?&lt;br /&gt;If THE ROCK can do it, why couldn't me? For those who can't, practice makes perfect. It's super easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Can you cross your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dumb questions is this? Of course, I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you make your bed daily?&lt;br /&gt;By the time I wake up, it's time for school. So, who bothers that much! Even if it's holiday, I'd rather go play my game. After all, it's your bed. You can do what you like! "Ahem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think you are unique?&lt;br /&gt;Unique? Do you call a person like me who likes pink ranger unique? Anyways, I think so, coz God created each and everyone of us uniquely, so I think I'm unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Said " I Love You" ?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, to my cat and dog. Fair enough? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.. Given money to a homeless person?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, talk about donation. I seldom do that. Wait a sec, don't labelled me as heartless person or whatever it is. I don't simply give donations coz whenever I saw a homeless person with perfect limbs, I will get rather annoyed by their begging. Come on la, go find some work la. Even helping the restaurant wash plates will also earn u a living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Smoked?&lt;br /&gt;I hate to smoke and I don't like smokers as well. Banned smoking. And one more thing (though a bit out of context), I hate inconsiderate smokers! Buzz off, you smokers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Waited all night for a phone call?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more idiotic to wait for a stupid phone call! Just call to that person and case closed! Save your time coz time is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Snuck out?&lt;br /&gt;Never. I haven't got my bloody car liscense yet. Even if I snuck out, I have to wait for the bloody old bus to get me to the destination I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Sat and looked at the stars?&lt;br /&gt;I tried before but only for a while. Seeing stars blink make my eyes blink as well. I only admire stars when I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you swear/curse?&lt;br /&gt;In the name of religion, I would say no. Still, most normal people like me will start cursing people if he/she get on my nerves. I'm "unholy"! XD As for swearing, nah, I seldom do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you ever spit?&lt;br /&gt;Spitting is uncivilised. It's the same as digging your nose or butt when it's itchy in front of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You cook your own food?&lt;br /&gt;To survive, yes. When mom's at home, it's my time to play my favourite video games. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You do your own chores?&lt;br /&gt;Again, when mom's at home, I seek pleasure. (Ahem, don't think too far!) When forced, I sulked and have to obey mom's orders. Sighs, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You like beef jerky?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, no~ I love beef steak though. Pai seh, lim pei chin chai answer coz your english too deep. Somemore lim pei lazy to find dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You're happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm between happy and miserable. So i guess i'm normal with my life. Not too happy, not too miserable, not too shabby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You own a dog?&lt;br /&gt;Mom hates dog but I love dog. I want a dog but mom banned me. Anyone giving me a puppy as a christmas present? T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You spend your money wisely?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. Yes while I'm in the brink of bancruptcy. =.= No, when I got my ptptn loan. Oh yes, it's time to shave a big hole in my pocket. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like to swim?&lt;br /&gt;I sink like a rock. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When you get bored do you call a friend?&lt;br /&gt;"Harlo, ah li arr, I so boring now. Can come over and eat pork?" Nah, I would never bother my friends that much unless I have something to do with them like go watch movie. Ain't I an angel to you, my friends? Wakaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Flowers or Angels?&lt;br /&gt;Angels are much prettier than flowers, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Grey or Black?&lt;br /&gt;Black looks cool, grey looks old. So, I choose black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Color or Black and White photos?&lt;br /&gt;I am not any sorts of backwater island kid. And mind you, we are living in the 21st century (correct me if i'm wrong), of course we go for colour la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Lust or Love?&lt;br /&gt;When you get horny, it's lust more than love. When you get in love, it's love more than lust. So I can't really make a choice here since both are dependent of each other. Dun understand? Forget it~ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Sunrise or Sunset?&lt;br /&gt;I like surise. It marks the beginning of the day. Time to full speed ahead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...chocolates, eh? I dun like both. Guess what, heard that this kind of brands have gone through animal test when they are producing the chocolates. So whoever who eats it, they are the killer. Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Staying up late or Waking up early?&lt;br /&gt;Yo, man! The night is still young! I choose to stay up late~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Being Hot or Cold?&lt;br /&gt;Lukewarm. Not answering the question? Bah, it's my choice to answer like that. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;Winter. Coz I never see snowflakes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Left or Right?&lt;br /&gt;Right lo~ Honestly, I dun really understand what's the purpose of this question being asked. Be specific la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, why use so long and deep words. Say friends then enuf liao ma! I have 10 friends but 1 best friend. God is my best friend! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Been dumped?&lt;br /&gt;... ... Lazy to answer... ... Please refer to the answer above for more info...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Stolen money from a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Stealing is lying. That's how I feel. So, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Been in a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;Why fight with fist while you can fight with your mouth. To the uncivilised, try using your mouth for a change. The answer is no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Snuck out of your house?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I wonder whose the author of all these questions!!! It's getting freakingly redundant~ WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Oh bi gawd, I'm gonna whack this author for good. First you ask me I have a person that I like, then I said no. Now, you asked me whether I had crush on a teacher. Oh come on, the answer is obvious la! Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;You! Been whacked by me for all these dumb questions! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Been on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;I sat almost a gazillion times already. I'm not showing off or anything. You don't expect me to sit on ferry across south china sea just to go perak to study~ =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Slept all day?&lt;br /&gt;I do hibernate but seldom. Mom said sleep more, die faster. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Missed someone so much it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I missed my ass so much that it hurts. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Fallen asleep during school?&lt;br /&gt;When the lectures get boring, freakin YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Been lonely?&lt;br /&gt;If not, why am I answering your dumb questions! (note: to the author, not to the one who tagged me. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Cheated in a game?&lt;br /&gt;Of coz la. I dun want to waste my time trying and trying..cheating is the easiest~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Been to the ER?&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, I call u dumb and now u curse me to visit ER. zzz...I hate you~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;Zzz..you know what, you are freakinly kay po! I'm learning driving now and now you ask me got or not? How am I going to answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'd answer a YES for the sake of courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm a good boy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Missed your first love?&lt;br /&gt;zzz...dun want to answer liao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;No. I laughed myself to sleep. True, you have to be happy before you sleep so that you won't have nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Sung in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala, it's a joy to shake your butt and balls in the shower. So, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Kissed a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;No. If there is, the first thing I'll do is kiss her back. If it's a he, heh heh, I'm gonna "cucumber" him! Ahem, in other words, I'm gonna drag him to a police for ghey molest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yapz. Laughing=adrenaline=happiness..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Cheated on a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is, it's non of your business. Butt off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Regretted hurting someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll say sorry with puppy eyes. Yeah, that's how to say sorry more effectively. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Regretted loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;again and again, I'M FREAKIN ANNOYED BY THIS SORT OF QUESTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;70. I Tag :Daniel Yong Yew Rong, Dr. Dorae-ong, Pooi Ting, Eichi, Ah Xian Xian, Kah Yee, and of course my bro, mike, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: be patient when u answer these freaking questions. I almost threw my keyboard away~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1713146432687828154-3697321808244569821?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3697321808244569821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3697321808244569821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3697321808244569821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3697321808244569821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-lord-i-kena-tagged-00.html' title='Oh my Lord! I kena tagged! 0.0'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-8077430898547051220</id><published>2008-11-06T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:59:53.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceleration pedal + inexperience = weee~~ =.=</title><content type='html'>Ahh~ driving was so much fun back when I first stepped on the crush, break and acceleration pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cases nearly get me and my sifu lost our souls and sometimes my sifu can go like this ~ "o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;When you start to turn at a junction, you should looked at the curb and estimate for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I always turned to soon till half way almost hit the curb. zZZzz&lt;br /&gt;2. I stepped on the acceleration and turned straight. I couldn't care less to step on the crush  pedal. The whole car just turned as if I was drifting~ =.= All the things dropped side ways.. Btw, I did that with a straight face. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;When you drive your car up a hill and stopped, you should pull up your hand brake, release your brake pedal, step on the acceleration pedal ( muz step really hard...), release your crush a little. Then, when you car start to tremble a little, release your hand brake while keep on pressing on the acceleration pedal to move down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Once I stopped at the hill, I happily pull up the hand brake..but alas, my car went downhill instead. =.= Sifu keep on asking me to brake but I still keep on accelerating. ZzzZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving from my house to the driving institute, I forgot to change my gear to 1 (i use gear 3 to drive up the hill..=.=) and the car was like going up the hill and down the hill like a zillion times. Up and down. Up and down. Even the aunty at the back waiting for her turn also got "pek chek". (annoyed) Got lectured slightly by sifu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3: Parking should be a perfect one. Thou shall not hit the "tiangs". Once hit, the intructor will kiss your ass goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me:&lt;br /&gt;Parking was rather easy for me. The only thing that I really hate is turning the steering wheel. It's freakingly hard. Trust me, doing this a few times made me sweat like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...for the last time of parking, I miserably knocked down one tiang. Sifu was like "o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too overconfident, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4: When driving on the road, when you see the vehicles in front have started to brake, thou shall brake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me:&lt;br /&gt;I happily accelerate my vehicle thinking to go faster than 60kmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifu, " Can brake leh. The car in front stop d"&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I stepped on the acceleration pedal.&lt;br /&gt;Sifu, "OMG" he then stepped on the brake pedal himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 5: When go down hill, thou shall apply brake pedal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me:&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why I like the acceleration pedal. =.='''' The car went crazy..speeding like hell. It was a rather "fabulous" roller coaster ride. But..got lectured by sifu at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta da~~ this is part of my driving experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, tomorrow will be on-the-road practice. I hope I do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sifu, please bear with me. Your disciple is a slow learner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8077430898547051220?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8077430898547051220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8077430898547051220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8077430898547051220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8077430898547051220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/11/acceleration-pedal-inexperience-weee.html' title='Acceleration pedal + inexperience = weee~~ =.='/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-6777350853370492034</id><published>2008-10-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:38:04.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see shades of pink~ and random stuff...O.o</title><content type='html'>The story of me meeting Mr. Pink begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with gratefulness, I came down from my dad's car after he picked me up from the airport. Without hesitation, I ran as fast as I could to the toilet to meet my favourite toilet bowl. I wanted to hug "it" so dearly coz I haven see "it" for months. I love you, toilet bowl. There's no other toilet bowl that is greater and useful than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was ready to pull down my pants and let my my motion passed on my favourite toilet bowl, to my horror,  I see shades of pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my eyes.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gracious mama,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgHjbOk7LI/AAAAAAAAANE/mygZhGyscto/s1600-h/IMG_3700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgHjbOk7LI/AAAAAAAAANE/mygZhGyscto/s400/IMG_3700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257960870140767410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a bloody pink mop~~~~ I never ever, since my childhood days till now, saw a pink stuff in my house except for my pink power ranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes..I admit I forced my mom to buy a pink power ranger for me when I was still a kid. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But forget about that, I'm a 19 year old young adult now...zZZZzz.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d can have strange taste ma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked my mom about it and she told me it's bloody expensive than a usual mop. The quality is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-'''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus end the story of meeting Mr. Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, welcome to our home Mr. Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised for some updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I'll share something nice with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glorious food that I ate at Kampar, Perak~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgJzxJI3jI/AAAAAAAAANM/3DCHYl7y5Lk/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgJzxJI3jI/AAAAAAAAANM/3DCHYl7y5Lk/s400/IMG_3691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257963349924699698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous kampar fish ball noodle. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry..for the blur image x.x) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Erm, I don't really like the "you tiao" been put inside the soup. I'd rather eat the crispy you tiao. The soup is ok ok lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgLSd6icZI/AAAAAAAAANU/nJ6kz1op82g/s1600-h/IMG_3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgLSd6icZI/AAAAAAAAANU/nJ6kz1op82g/s400/IMG_3694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257964976850760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aha~ This is the "chee cheong fan". It's actually taste like "kueh tiao" served with either prawns or "char seow" in it. But then again, the red sauce did not suite my taste bud. I still prefer the black sweet sauce served in K.L. xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 2 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgMZmhRd8I/AAAAAAAAANc/YqeuvdSxoBg/s1600-h/IMG_3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgMZmhRd8I/AAAAAAAAANc/YqeuvdSxoBg/s400/IMG_3696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257966198931421122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wolalala~ the all time famous "nga choy" chicken rice really made me syok! You know what's the difference it has with the normal chicken rice? It's the "nga choy" or bean sprouts that they served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgMZpBLUDI/AAAAAAAAANk/DMiEMzvEjL0/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgMZpBLUDI/AAAAAAAAANk/DMiEMzvEjL0/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257966199602106418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are big, fat and crunchy. I could have asked for more. Trust me, the "nga choy" really made this chicken rice a difference. The chicken itself too is chicken-licious~ The chicken is well cooked till soft and tender with sesame oil later added to make it smell good~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the food section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of food pictures that I've taken during my study days in kampar. But, I've transfered it to my friend's computer and I've deleted them in my brother's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby would like to offer my apology to mua friends especially Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not informing when I will be coming back to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the times that I did not go visit you guys when I was back in Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have a few reasons (not excuses):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do not have any sorts of transportation. Let alone my brother's bicycle, I would perish in the middle of the road if I cycle to meet you all, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever I had my holidays, you guys are schooling or having exams. Oh, do not get me wrong. I do not mean to blame your exams, you or your school. I just do not want to be a pest asking you guys out and be the "driver" driving me around Kuching. I felt bad, ya know. Furthermore, some of you are having STPM now, it's future we are talking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mua friends, if it is possible, tell me when you are free (I mean really free, no exams, no nothing. XD), we can go hang out anytime. I will be here for three months till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~ xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6777350853370492034?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6777350853370492034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6777350853370492034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6777350853370492034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6777350853370492034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-see-shades-of-pink-and-random-stuffoo.html' title='I see shades of pink~ and random stuff...O.o'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SPgHjbOk7LI/AAAAAAAAANE/mygZhGyscto/s72-c/IMG_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-3326059884527809401</id><published>2008-10-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:36:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zomfg!!! Lousy internet connection!~</title><content type='html'>Wanted to make some noise here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol~ To make this blog of mine awaken again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of stuff to blog about~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the name of lazy, I'm not doing it right now~XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced myself to blog now but to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I hate it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to sleep early~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz tomorrow have to learn driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can get the clutch, brake, gear and so on correct~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know I already kinda annoyed my sifu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he still very patient~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your patience will last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don give up on me, sifu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..I'm a slow learner~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-3326059884527809401?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/3326059884527809401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=3326059884527809401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3326059884527809401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/3326059884527809401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/10/zomfg-lousy-internet-connection.html' title='zomfg!!! Lousy internet connection!~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-5317249035895653916</id><published>2008-09-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:41:52.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never miss a flight...T-T</title><content type='html'>Never ever miss your flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even change your flight ticket unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get you butt spanked real hard. You'll get a big hole burnt in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original flight was originally 28th Sept. 2008. Since my examinations ended earlier on 19th Sept., I planned to go back to Kuching earlier. So, happily I went to MAS office in KL Central to change my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a government three-year passage ticket. So, changing of flights are totally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got it all wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pay RM120 again to change the flight to an early one, 8.15 am. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at first, I thought it was for the sake of going back to my long-lost hometown, so I don't really mind until I got a call from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Aiyoo, why you pay so much! Changing flights free one! No need pay la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Har? Got such policy meh?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Aiyoo, I say no means no lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while later, my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Encik, sorry for the RM 120. You only have to pay RM 60. So can you please claim back your RM 60?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell! MAS ar, why can't you check the ticket first before you charged people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I reached the office again and got my RM 60 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kak, i thought it's RM 120 that I'm supposed to claim?&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Oh, that's for the processing fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, finally changed my ticket and I'm happy with it despite all the trouble that I have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, THE NIGHTMARE DOESN'T END HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you my flight is 8.15 am, right? I woke up only at 6am. Instead, I should woke up earlier than that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz the ignorant me did not know that I need to check in 2 hours before departure!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst! I forgot to take my air-ticket and I had to return all the way to my house to pick up my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, it's already 7.30 am when I reached KL central!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loads of baggage, I ran as fast as I could to check-in counter. No one helped me with baggage except one kind auntie and my brother (he helped carried halfway coz he parked at the taxi's parking slot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the counter and gave the ticket to the officer. Guess what, while he was checking the ticket halfway, he laughed and tell his colleague that the counter is closed long beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the toot are you laughing at! I was really annoyed that time. Why don't tell me, kenapa you tell your colleague. (You know what kind of people will do that. I don't want to discriminate people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed and NOW, nervous! coz the KLIA express leaving from Kl central to KLIA is  7.30 am and it takes 28 minutes to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way behind the schedule now.... T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OFFICIALLY MISS MY FLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SADLY, IT WAS MY FIRST TIME!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being slightly positive-minded, I boarded the train as usual to KLIA at 7.45 pm. Got multiple calls from my parents. They told me to go try out the waiting list as well as to book a new flight once I reached KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely depressed as well as a little angry at the unhelpful people and that bastard officer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ticketing counter and now, I got the freakin' penalty of RM100 for missing the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss flight also kena hukum. Toot la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the lady there to change my flight to the last flight on 27 of Sept., 10.15 am as well as put me on the waiting list so that I can board any plane if there are any last minute of of cancellation of flight on that time or any passengers who did not board the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my coupon from the lady and she said I could use this to exchange the ticket on 27 Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, got a real bad news from the lady as well, my CNY ticket has been canceled off by the agency who gives out the government ticket. (Grr, now I can't board my flight back to my hometown for relaxing 3 months, don't tell me I can't go back to get my ang pows and eat my bak kua next yr!) Luckily, she helped "re-booked" the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the standby- counter to register myself in the waiting list and AGAIN, I met a freakin officer who lectured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: You shouldn't have miss the flight la~!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know. (Sudah annoyed, mau tambah annoyed lagi!)&lt;br /&gt;Officer: You know all the flights are fully booked. Then why you miss again! (Then speaks in Malay) Sudah booked ticket, buat ape nak waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Wa lao eh!!!!! Chao ah kua!) I know! Then, I'll have to depend on my luck! (Forcing myself to smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited there in front of the counter for a few flights till I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to stay at the airport for one night to await for the 10.15pm flight in the first place (the express cost me RM35!) but on second thought, staying in the airport without internet will somehow cause my brain cells to freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I paid RM 35 (heart breaks) to go down to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to KL and back AGAIN to my bro's condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, back to KL central to deal with my CNY ticket. It was on the database. Great! Heaved sighs of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bro's condo. I started to worry about the 10.15 pm flight coz that lady didn't give me any ticket reference number. So, I called the MAS hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD NEWS AGAIN! Arghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they see no WONG KIING FOOK CLEMENT in their database!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY SHOCKED TO DEATH.....X-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued with the person-in-charge. Somehow, I couldn't stand anymore. I just blast everything on the kesian fella until he said that someone has canceled his flight at 4.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, my heart suddenly grow wings and can fly now (dunno correct usage or not..). It's not as heavy as it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he gave the reference number to retrieve my ticket from KL central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the last time, I went to KL central again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got my ticket issue solved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! A darn painful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the miss-es in the Kl ticketing counter had already known this crazy boy who ran back and forth from the MAS office. Each I came in, they had the face of "what?! This kid again?! What's wrong with him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted changing the ticket. Coz my money juz flew off like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 times KLIA express - RM 35 x 3 = RM 105&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' ticket processing fee = RM 60&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' taxi for going back to my bro's condo and to kl central = RM 18&lt;br /&gt;Public Bus fare to KL central= RM 4&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' penalty for missing the flight = RM 100&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' baggage overloaded fee = RM 180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = RM 467&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this amount, I HATE myself now. T-T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-5317249035895653916?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/5317249035895653916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=5317249035895653916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5317249035895653916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5317249035895653916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-miss-flightt-t.html' title='Never miss a flight...T-T'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4658185386870733216</id><published>2008-07-25T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:40:17.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerating others... ...</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which it's somehow miraculous for me to actually have the mood to babble.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel somehow happy coz it's Friday... ...weee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for half a year in Kampar now really taught me a lot of stuffs aside of how-not-to-step-on cow's-shyt. Living with my friends somehow help me build up my tolerance and my EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tolerating your friends or your coursemates means you have to suffer excruciating pain. Where? Especially your heart... ...the feeling of anger starts to build up in your heart till you want to whack that person right now... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... ...I'm not that eager to do so at times... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too kind-hearted... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason is, I don't wanna create unwanted quarrel..Plus, it takes up your energy and time to begin and end a quarrel... ...After all, I am going to see my friends in the campus for another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerate + No quarrel = Peace... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From another perspective, tolerating too much might not be a good thing... ...First, free oxygen radicals will build up when you are in stress or in anger which, in long run, will affect your body's health... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, people will tend to BULLY and FULLY UTILIZED you if you keep quiet all the times. People might think you are easily manipulated. In other words, YOU BAGAIKAN ALAT UNTUK DIGUNA TANPA U SEDARI because you are just too BENDUL LURUS. (Translation: straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the second option before...by being cold to them. To tell you the truth, I have mixed feelings. I felt bad when I treat them that way. On the other hand, I'm feeling extremely angry and disappointed with that person since I trust him/her sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back stabbed or rather feel being cheated... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue to tolerate? Or voice out anything that I don't feel right or fair to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confuse... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help? Anyone? X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4658185386870733216?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4658185386870733216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4658185386870733216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4658185386870733216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4658185386870733216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/07/tolerating-others.html' title='Tolerating others... ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-2483363429834466155</id><published>2008-07-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:31:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loathing myself.. ..</title><content type='html'>deserted my blog again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vowed many times that i will update my blog but failed...due to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loads of never-ending lab reports to be done&lt;br /&gt;2. Loads of assignments piling up non-stop&lt;br /&gt;3. Student's Representative Committee Stuff - which I think it's rather troublesome..X_X&lt;br /&gt;4. Club and Societies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, because of this, I've got no time to practice my precious violin, read my favourite manga or even play my maple story.... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were given a chance, I would wanna drop option 3. You know why? It's because it's taking too much of my time and energy. This thing occupies too much of my study time and I feel like I'm dropping behind from my studies. Oh man~ I wanna focus on my studies like when I was in secondary school, foundation or even my Year 1 Sem 1 in the university. How I miss the days where I can study whenever I want, do a few proposals, minutes or agendas, have a few short club meetings than sitting there feeling  tension whenever there is a SRC meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to end ASAP. I'll hope this semester ends fast cause I wanna have a long, relaxing three months holiday without SRC... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... ...there's one more semester for you to survive... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~ I pray hard that my new sem in Year 2 will end as fast as possible cause I wanna hand over my post to someone else already...By then, I shall laugh out loud! Hahahaha! No more SRC, bye bye SRC!! I really hope that day comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WISH THAT DAY POPS OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!! I WANT IT RIGHT NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puff~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible~! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2483363429834466155?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2483363429834466155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2483363429834466155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2483363429834466155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2483363429834466155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/07/loathing-myself.html' title='Loathing myself.. ..'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-5834792816659561034</id><published>2008-04-15T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:09:44.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title... ...</title><content type='html'>It's study week! I'm suppose to bury myself in a big piles of books and eat them page by page. Why am I here babbling about common university student's complaint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really need to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four days already since I last came down from Kampar to K.L. and I'm still not in the mood to study. I want to transform myself back into the nerdy clement... ...The feeling of not being able to study normally is giving me some sort of stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you have nothing to do the whole day and always giving yourself excuses that there'll always be tomorrow. So, sit back and relax the whole day scratching here and there, watching tv shows, chatting on the MSN, updating my blog (which is very rare thing for me to do) and surfing the net to look for more classical music. Ah, it feels like school holiday. I hate that feeling during the study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that I would study better once I returned to K.L. but the results are still the same. I'm still having this relaxing lifestyle like I'm still in Kampar. To makes things worst, I'm feeling empty now because the whole house (my brother's rented condo) seem to be so quiet in the mornings, afternoon and even evening. I know I like a quiet environment to study but staying at home alone for the whole week makes me grow mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well~ All I need to do now is to force myself to study even if I don't want to. I don't want to hurt my butt during the exams! Yeah, after all, it's for a few weeks that I need to struggle. So, what's the big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ...Typical Ramblings of An University Student... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-5834792816659561034?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/5834792816659561034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=5834792816659561034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5834792816659561034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5834792816659561034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-title.html' title='No title... ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-86293875899661049</id><published>2008-04-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:50:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get fooled~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SAIJxXXKZEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HJpFOqXfXTI/s1600-h/klibf_my.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 623px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SAIJxXXKZEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HJpFOqXfXTI/s400/klibf_my.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188720464373638210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just today, I went to the Pesta Buku Antarabangsa held at the Putra World Trade Centre. To my surprise, the whole event was a total failure. At first, I was fooled by the word "antarabangsa" which means international thinking there are books from around the globe that would somehow enlighten me. But, guess what? The publishers are all locals and the books are mostly based on Islamic teachings and our local educational books. It's rather bias, don't you think so? It's even worst when people are fooled by that one word that you placed on the banners along the road. Wouldn't it be disappointing for the visitors who came all the way from Sarawak to attend this exhibition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very disheartening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hoping to grab so really great books to boost up my maturity so as to look non-child like as well as able to think and act rationally rather than riding a tricycle along the streets of kampar like a little fat ass clown shouting and laughing "wakakakaka!" ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm complaining all this since it involves the public. Even if there are international books being sold but they have leave early perhaps because people don't seem to read "ang moh" books, but at least put up a notice when they will be leaving. At least, people can save up the petrol, time and money to go somewhere else even syoking than to stuck in the jam and sandwiched in the bustling crowd. It's really tiring!! To makes things more frustrated, I only see Malay books every hall I entered. Look, I'm not discriminating but I just want to point out that if you want to hold a book fair solely for malay and Islamic books, it is important that you state that in the banner... ... Don't cause confusion in the public... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The moral of the lesson is, do not be fooled by the words. Even it's written with something like, sangat lazat..it can turned to be sangat zatla..sounds like jiat lat~~~XD (syok sendiri)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-86293875899661049?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/86293875899661049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=86293875899661049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/86293875899661049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/86293875899661049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-get-fooled.html' title='Don&apos;t get fooled~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/SAIJxXXKZEI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HJpFOqXfXTI/s72-c/klibf_my.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-1649793423969753027</id><published>2008-04-12T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:45:38.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mozart Oboe Concerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/51luv7rtLUA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/51luv7rtLUA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one the scene in Nodame Cantabile. Listen to the oboe been played. The tune sounds marvelous. You will immediately feel yourself in a fairy land. The whole orchestra will somehow made you blush with shades of pink. Really! If you listen to this piece wholeheartedly, it can make your bad day to be turned into a wonderful day~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1649793423969753027?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1649793423969753027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1649793423969753027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1649793423969753027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1649793423969753027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/04/mozart-oboe-concerto.html' title='Mozart Oboe Concerto'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-6546523369454221379</id><published>2008-04-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:30:16.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of strings, bows, timpani, woodwinds, and piano...</title><content type='html'>Ahh~~ I've been captivated by the beauty and the symphony of these instruments especially the oboe, flute, violin and piano. The melodious tune of each instruments soothes my heart and soul as well as reflecting the excitement, pain and sorrow of that music piece.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SACx1RbMRlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wb1tntGsl_o/s1600-h/oboe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SACx1RbMRlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wb1tntGsl_o/s400/oboe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188342299499447890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oboe, a kind of woodwind instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this music thingy came about when I first watched the japanese drama series, Nodame Cantabile. It's a great musical drama masterpiece, I can assure you of that. Well, it's not like high school musical where they jump and sing all day long even in the golf field... ...=_=" No offense, ya! I just felt that the whole movie feels like American version of bollywood... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, spoilers ahead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SAC2QRbMRoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SDGKwuyPxpM/s1600-h/Nodame-Cantabile-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SAC2QRbMRoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/SDGKwuyPxpM/s400/Nodame-Cantabile-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188347161402427010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on your left holding a conductor's baton is chiaki shinichi while the girl beside him is nodame. The far left is the violinist, Miki Kiyora along with Mine Ryuutaro a violinist too beside her. The one with the afro head standing behind chiaki is the timpanist, Masumi and the one holding a kontrabass is Saku Sakura. Standing beside nodame is the soprano, Saiko with the useless guy standing on the far right is another conductor, Ookochi Mamoru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me introduce this series to you guys. It's about a guy called shinichi chiaki who was born in Germany who enjoys orchestra performed by his idol of all times, Sebastiano Viera since young. Because of that, he dreams of becoming a famous conductor. Soon, he was recruited as one of Viera's apprentice. However, he was flown back to Japan when both of his parents divorced. He was devastated at that time and made a promise to Viera that he will come back to Germany again. Unfortunately, the airplane that he boarded had an emergency landing which causes him to have this airplane phobia as well as hydrophobia since he was nearly drown in a ship trip to somewhere. Both of this phobia kept him from going abroad and he landed himself in a local music university. He was really frustrated about his talent wasted in his own homeland. But his desperate came to an end when he met a weirdo girl by the name of Noda Megumi also known as Nodame in this series and also Viera's worst rival and a total pervert conductor, Streezemann. The story continues when he became the conductor the first time in his school orchestra called the S-oke (abbreviation for special orchestra) which consists of all those underrated music students. Also, with the help of nodame, he was able to get rid of his phobia though not completely and go abroad to continue conducting more wonderful and magnificent orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SACzoxbMRmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Kwj-1cAmklg/s1600-h/721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/SACzoxbMRmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Kwj-1cAmklg/s400/721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188344283774338658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, you should really watch this series if you are interested in classical music. Even if you are not interested in classical music just like me before, you will somehow fall in love with the music and rhythm of each orchestra, piano, violin performed magnificently. Of course, this series is also incorporated will lots of humorous scene that will really made you laugh out loud till you can't even sit still on your chair! This is a must-watch series!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6546523369454221379?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6546523369454221379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6546523369454221379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6546523369454221379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6546523369454221379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-strings-bows-timpani-woodwinds-and.html' title='of strings, bows, timpani, woodwinds, and piano...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/SACx1RbMRlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wb1tntGsl_o/s72-c/oboe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-6211943139339424472</id><published>2008-03-02T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:44:28.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update on kampar....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes blogger really pisses me off because the image uploader is damn slow! I've tried in the morning, noon and now, it's only starting to upload a few image. Still, it's freaking slow! I have to upload them one by one instead of the usual five-in-one-go style. Plus. the weather here kampar is weird. First, it's hot till your skin is scorched then it pours like kampar's going to be flooded in no time. As expected, weird weather always causes illness among us poor students. The good news is, I'm as fit as a fiddle. Haha! Another thing, the farking modem just broke down a few weeks ago which, again pisses me off. I need the internet to do my assignments la and to frequently update myself with the latest manga la. Argh! Of all the times... ... Now, I have to borrow the internet line on the 3rd floor to surf the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.....MAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap! When I want to move a whole bunch of paragraph to the top part to be my opening introduction..i accidentally deleted all the photos..damn! Why can't blogger have the "undo" function?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"heaves sighs after complaining"... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since my brother borrowed me the "dunno-what-model' cannon camera, I've been trying my best to capture some pictures. Though photography is not my specialty, I think the pictures taken will be enough to let you guys know what I have been doing in kampar. After all, it never hurts to go flashing around with your newly acquired..or rather borrowed camera in a small town like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, first off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pupu5OObI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rhvhjODA6RE/s1600-h/Kampar+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173068785230166450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pupu5OObI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rhvhjODA6RE/s400/Kampar+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this the first time I reached kampar. Looks familiar? Hah! I guess you all should know the similarlities in the name of the famous fast-food (fried chicken) and this new restaurant. Quite innovative, right? Was thinking of having my own fast-food restaurant... ... How about CFC...Clement's Fried Chicken, Finger Licking Fabulous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, it's not that bad! XD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pt-u5OOaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B8EWB7F-7qA/s1600-h/Kampar+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173068046495791522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pt-u5OOaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B8EWB7F-7qA/s400/Kampar+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pvIO5OOcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zy3q6y_OlDU/s1600-h/Kampar+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173069309216176578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pvIO5OOcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zy3q6y_OlDU/s400/Kampar+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curry noodle that I've taken in kampar. Quite nice. The sticky-ness of the gravy and the spicy-ness really made me syok! It costs about RM 4.50 which I think it's rather reasonable. And also, the sea coconut desset. It's a bit too sweet for me though. Taste like the syrup in the longan can. Price: RM 2++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8ptjO5OOZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/afzkHN59xwc/s1600-h/Kampar+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173067574049388946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8ptjO5OOZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/afzkHN59xwc/s400/Kampar+012.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mixed rice here in kampar is damn cheap. Look here, I took 2 half-sliced japanese tofu, potato stew, two vegetables and a big bowl of soup. It only costs me RM 2.70! My jaw dropped when the auntie told me the price. Unlike our university's canteen, the auntie gave a few stalks of vegetables (somemore, it's not fresh green but yellow...I wonder if they kept it overnight) and a few pitiful pieces of chicken. They charged me RM 2.70! Stingy bunch of canteen ppl... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmu-5OOUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nGnLb4GeyDw/s1600-h/Kampar+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173060079331457346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmu-5OOUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nGnLb4GeyDw/s400/Kampar+028.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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says cats lives mostly in Kuching. Kampar has lots of cats too~ Especially the ones that I like the most. See this cat, the fur is just so similar to my cat in Kuching. Too bad that cat of mine lost himself in deep space coz each time I call him by meowing loudly, my neighbour thought of me as a kid who's desperate and in need of a pyschiatrist for counselling and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmke5OOTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ovw_2ZLCoSY/s1600-h/Kampar+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173059898942830898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmke5OOTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ovw_2ZLCoSY/s400/Kampar+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmke5OOTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ovw_2ZLCoSY/s1600-h/Kampar+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmke5OOTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ovw_2ZLCoSY/s1600-h/Kampar+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmke5OOTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ovw_2ZLCoSY/s1600-h/Kampar+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sleeping version of this "kawaii" cat. Hey, cats is really good at choosing place to sleep. This cat just step on the scooter and sleep away like a log!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173059765798844706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s400/Kampar+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pmcu5OOSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6aOsJSHW45Y/s1600-h/Kampar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cat mating season. The pair of cats is certainly a lovey-dovey couple. They're a bit too loving until they want to show their love in front of the public~ Wow~ love is really powerful...because of the affection that grows greatly between each other, they like to share their love with others too~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173057244653041922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s400/Kampar+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pkJ-5OOQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3clwlouGj3E/s1600-h/Kampar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought, the male seemed to be unhappy... Maybe I flashed too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Flashing with a camera = A papparazi. Oh please, without flashing, how am I suppose to take syok pictures... ...Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6211943139339424472?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6211943139339424472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6211943139339424472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6211943139339424472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6211943139339424472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-update-on-kampar.html' title='Another update on kampar....'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/R8pupu5OObI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rhvhjODA6RE/s72-c/Kampar+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-1750741685849696534</id><published>2008-02-21T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:45:46.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The effect of stress is... ... W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/rsom99Ds43U' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/rsom99Ds43U'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This kid's really a game freak. I mean ordinary game freak will just crave for games in a normal way but this kid is just plain crazy. Well, I won't tell you much coz I don't want to be a spoiler. You'll just have to sit back and enjoy watching this clip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I won't call this relaxing..It's rather annoying and...stressful to watch.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1750741685849696534?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1750741685849696534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1750741685849696534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1750741685849696534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1750741685849696534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/02/effect-of-stress-is-w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l.html' title='The effect of stress is... ... W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-7305929635912691887</id><published>2008-01-13T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:10:44.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooo~</title><content type='html'>And so, after a long period of hiatus, I now declare I'm officially landed at the land of the cows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAMPAR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155219905828308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R4sFMNnrRoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y9vV76zRvt8/s400/cow_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Moo~~~care to feed me some grass? Or else I'll sh*t anywhere I like! Moo~~~mOooOoOoOoo~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm..It's not that bad living in a small town like this really. I'm just short of entertainment these days. No internet, no television, no my baby (PS2), no money....Argh! But..., I'm still able to survive the harsh days without going crazy thanks to my bunch of crazy friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;seriously can't live without them~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About school life, nothing change much. Just a bunch of new lecturers and new friends and some old friends from my previous Petaling Jaya UTAR campus. Lotsa trees and lakes surrounding the new campus. It's rather conducive for students like us to study. Future TESCO (a shopping mall) opening soon but I can't even see  the poles sticking out. Sighs, there's still a long way to go...Right now, I'm counting on the old grocery stores to provide sufficient food and drinks to sustain my life span in Kampar. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to shed some pounds off my jelly-ish body to look "physically acceptable"by the girls -__-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, that's all I guess! I have nothing more to blog about now~~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M SO DEPRIVED OF INTERNET NOW THAT I HAVE TO SPEND MY NAPPING TIME USING SCHOOL'S COMPUTER TO UPDATE MY DESERTED BLOG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R4sHOdnrRpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jt-FXOsryBo/s1600-h/25247-20080105173039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-7305929635912691887?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7305929635912691887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7305929635912691887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7305929635912691887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7305929635912691887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2008/01/mooo.html' title='Mooo~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/R4sFMNnrRoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/y9vV76zRvt8/s72-c/cow_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-1131660507600408666</id><published>2007-12-06T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:22:19.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000th christmas... ...</title><content type='html'>The white velvet of snow,&lt;br /&gt;As it falls,&lt;br /&gt;Some fall to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Some fall to the branches,&lt;br /&gt;Some fall to my hands...&lt;br /&gt;I clasp the flakes...&lt;br /&gt;But it melts... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my hand,&lt;br /&gt;It turns so wet,&lt;br /&gt;and warm,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a surge of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;that overwhelmed me in an instance.. ..&lt;br /&gt;Soon,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel more warmth from the palm of my heads,&lt;br /&gt;My breath becomes heavier,&lt;br /&gt;My body shaking,&lt;br /&gt;My gloves are wet... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls so gently,&lt;br /&gt;It gently covers the earth,&lt;br /&gt;With its coldness... ...&lt;br /&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;I wipe away the droplets of sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I cry,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... ...&lt;br /&gt;My heart couldn't tell... ...&lt;br /&gt;It shuts itself,&lt;br /&gt;Before I can realize...&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened.. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the cloudy sky...&lt;br /&gt;The sky keep pouring the snow..non-stop..&lt;br /&gt;I keep feeling colder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls as if pieces of memories,&lt;br /&gt;Falling in non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grasp them so badly,&lt;br /&gt;But they melted so fast...&lt;br /&gt;So fast that I couldn't even listen,&lt;br /&gt;To the whispers of my own memories... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Can I collect these fragments?&lt;br /&gt;Can I put them together?&lt;br /&gt;Can I still wait?&lt;br /&gt;Even until the 1000th Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone,&lt;br /&gt;that can keep track...&lt;br /&gt;of these lost fragments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.operationlettertosanta.com/Christmas%20images/Wallpapers/winter_snow-031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.operationlettertosanta.com/Christmas%20images/Wallpapers/winter_snow-031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1131660507600408666?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1131660507600408666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1131660507600408666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1131660507600408666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1131660507600408666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/12/1000th-christmas.html' title='1000th christmas... ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-1592384083283378563</id><published>2007-12-02T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:42:30.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of life as a living soul~</title><content type='html'>heh, at a glimpse at the title post, I guess this will be a little wordy. After living for 18 years, a lot things do happen. Since little, we were taught to walk, speak, sing, etc.. Every time we faced any difficulties, our parents would stand for us. The food, electricity bills, car loan, water bills, etc. were being paid by our parents. As for us, we just sit there and dream of becoming rich in an instant or maybe be the next prime minister or maybe be a galaxy hero. Our dreams seem to never end but as time flies, our thinking changes. We start to see things differently. We start to know and understand what is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we are able to stand on our two feet, we are destined to face the reality or rather, the society. Some of us might feel afraid, some feel excited while some...they said it's not a big deal. It depends on individuals on how they think about blending themselves in the society. Along the way, some young inexperienced ones will find it hard to tackle the problems that lie before them. Why is it so? Is it because during their younger days, they did not take the chance to learn more about society? In other words, are they being ignorant about the outside world while living happily in their comfort zones? Or is it because they have already knew that the fact this world is so ugly and crooked that they dare not face anyone or even voice out their opinions? Or is it they take things easily and learn only after they face the horror of the world? Whatever it is, they are just mere speculations. I wonder which category do I fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people really dream since they only believe in reality? Yes, some do but some just stick to reality and continue to work and then retire just like ordinary people. When they dream, do they live their dreams or just merely a star in the sky that cannot be reached? Some live their dreams but some let their dreams lead their lives. They do not plan actions to actualize their dreams. They're merely daydreamers. To be honest, I have a lot of dreams. As to how I can really fulfill them, I'm still in search of the ways. It really bugs me at times whether the dreams that I have will shatter into pieces even before I start the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live your dreams is not an easy job. I guess it's very important that one should be strong and firm enough to protect your dreams from being destroyed by others. I know I may sound naive, but I think protecting your dreams is what you should do first before you live your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These unseen dreams of mine, will they be visible enough for me to grasp even if I work extra hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1592384083283378563?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1592384083283378563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1592384083283378563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1592384083283378563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1592384083283378563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/12/review-of-life-as-living-soul.html' title='Review of life as a living soul~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-7495285806423002649</id><published>2007-11-29T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:10:33.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See how creative people can be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;Translation just in case you don understand~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see toilet everyday~&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you won't barge in the wrong side,&lt;br /&gt;But, think again,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you won't enter the wrong side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;厕所大家都见多了，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你应该不会走错，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你真的不会走错吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;超抽象的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr....I'm sure you know girls have what guys don't have and guys have what girls don't have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;怎么能这样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit blur here. On your left is pronounced as "mu" written in chinese which means female while the other side is "gong" which means male... looks traditionally unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不是每个人都能明白的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone understands this, ask your 90++ grandma. See if she can guess which is for male and female...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="187" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="187" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我喜欢这个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New  Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that looks cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;超复杂的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with XX and 00 and triangle and the robotic voodoo thingy...too complicated...even I will enter the wrong side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Brighton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;你确定你不会认错&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the lollipop are these signs? I don't get it..tell me if you get it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.10&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Prague :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;请小心观察&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a star with an extra stick poking out. You know the drill, don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.12&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Austin :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;简约之极致&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what we call innovation! Even the "purest" mind of all can guess which is which..lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.13&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.14&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Atlanta Georgia :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;写实之极致&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That looks normal to me at least~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.15&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.16&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bremen :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;抽象之极致&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr~~ tell me, does man represents bush fire? And women represents wave? Or maybe the other way round~~ The best way to check is to enter both~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.17&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.18&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Korea :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;好有童心啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawaii~~ looks cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.19&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.20&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Scotland :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;好有乡土气息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't find these anywhere in big cities! Ask your relatives or friends who are living in the countryside whether they have these signboards hanging in their public toilets or not. Maybe it's represented by a cow or goat or p*g....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.21&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="209" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.22&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="209" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Unknown :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;无语了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good use of the letter B...Come to think of it...it does somehow symbolize our butts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.23&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="210" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New  Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;洞察人性啊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a humiliation to our male species...how can we ever enter the female toilets peeping the girls pee-ing or disposing their faeces (a polite to say sh*ting)!! We'll get killed instantly if we ever enter a women's toilet~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=9fee2f5085&amp;amp;attid=0.1.24&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11685289e392dab8" border="0" height="280" width="210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hah! See how creative people can be~ Around the world, there are different kinds of culture. Thus, the different kinds of designs created by different kind of people. However, some people tend to be too over creative until the public could not even comprehend what they mean... ...unless you're the same species with them, exaggerating-ly creative..lol~&lt;br /&gt;&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/1713146432687828154-7495285806423002649?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7495285806423002649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7495285806423002649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7495285806423002649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7495285806423002649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/11/see-how-creative-people-can-be.html' title='See how creative people can be?'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-7846654809699581064</id><published>2007-11-28T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:03:45.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the day to arrive... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04UoR2uCsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VxMorYtL8SI/s1600-h/water-buffalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138066907096550082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04UoR2uCsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VxMorYtL8SI/s400/water-buffalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Mr Buffalo," Say Hi~~Moo~~I'm the big boss in Kampar~~moo~~" &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, it's almost the end of my foundation studies. It's rather sad yet happy coz I have somehow finished my one year of torturing in UTAR and I'm gonna miss my friends. You see, this bl**dy UTAR Campus is moving to a cow-boy town which I found this town is really boring, unattractive and utterly disasterrific. By the way, the campus is located far far away from the cities of Perak, Kampar. I'm really sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings. But to think of living there for 3 solid years kinda make me wonder what should I do over? Do some cow-boying stuff? Example? Riding a buffalo along the road while shouting, "Hiyaa~ Come on boy, let's move towards the rising sun!! Hiyaa~~" =_=" I really can't imagine me riding the buffalo. The buffalo might suffer from suffocation before even reaching the rising sun... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about buffalos, they actually the big brothers of the town. Why? It's coz you must let the big bosses cross the roads before they turns the butt over and chase you with strong hard "batangs" till the ends of the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138069015925492434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04WjB2uCtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Jt1SyCcTn-A/s400/kampar_07_resized_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;         The humble little town of Kampar... ... ... ...It looks small and of course...a little quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However~~~~ The air there is not as polluted as KL here. And they have lots of lakes and mountains surrounding this little town. It feels refreshing to stay there for a couple of days but...I'm gonna rot in the town for 3 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Complaining won't help at all... ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I have a plan actually to make my life there fun..heh! I've found something interesting and thrilling..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138070729617443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04YGx2uCuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/POMdDnMInWM/s400/Sia_Kampar_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White River Rafting~ I wanna try this! Wanna feel the rough rivers flowing and waters splashing....Ar~ can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138071584315935474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04Y4h2uCvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eERsWMcRR-0/s400/952674432_bc219df846_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The all-time famous kampar curry bread~ Look at the chicken..it's the whole chicken inside this bread that we're talking!!! The sticky-ness of the curry zhap aka the sauce is really tempting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last but not least, it's the Grand Kampar Hotel!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138075277987810050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04cPh2uCwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BsXoml-d7ts/s400/hotel4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the price of the room is sooooooooo damn cheap...errr, it's affordable. only RM 80++ for a standard delux room with breakfast included! Heh! Am planning to stay there during weekends just to enjoy the luxury lifestyle once in a while. It never hurts to burn your pocket once in a blue moon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I will not stay alone lar~ of coz ask my friend to share share a bit the cost ma~ after all, i'm still a student~ heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1713146432687828154-7846654809699581064?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7846654809699581064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7846654809699581064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7846654809699581064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7846654809699581064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/11/waiting-for-day-to-arrive.html' title='Waiting for the day to arrive... ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/R04UoR2uCsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VxMorYtL8SI/s72-c/water-buffalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-8626327570337468710</id><published>2007-11-24T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T07:06:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days before the warmth comes.. ...</title><content type='html'>The warmth is slowly losing itself,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves that once rustle,&lt;br /&gt;Falls gracefully,&lt;br /&gt;The once lush green view,&lt;br /&gt;Has turned,&lt;br /&gt;Into shades of hazel and brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are all at rest,&lt;br /&gt;Flakes take their turn,&lt;br /&gt;Falling gracefully,&lt;br /&gt;A veil of silvery flakes,&lt;br /&gt;Covering the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shivering cold,&lt;br /&gt;Wraps every living soul,&lt;br /&gt;Each seeks for warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Warmth that has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of coldness,&lt;br /&gt;Every souls,&lt;br /&gt;Are waiting patiently,&lt;br /&gt;Until that day arrives... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's almost end of the year. That's why I'm writing this poem. See if you can guess what this "warmth" is? heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8626327570337468710?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8626327570337468710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8626327570337468710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8626327570337468710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8626327570337468710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-before-warmth-comes.html' title='The days before the warmth comes.. ...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-5662489423086902844</id><published>2007-11-23T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T06:40:41.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War!</title><content type='html'>War,&lt;br /&gt;It can come so silently,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rat,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for its food,&lt;br /&gt;Or rather,&lt;br /&gt;A tiger searching for its prey... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time is ripen,&lt;br /&gt;it explodes,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's startled,&lt;br /&gt;everyone's disturbed... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War,&lt;br /&gt;It can come abruptly,&lt;br /&gt;Like the still waters,&lt;br /&gt;That turns rough,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;In just a blink... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some turn to violence,&lt;br /&gt;Some turn to peace,&lt;br /&gt;Some stay unperturbed&lt;br /&gt;Either way,&lt;br /&gt;Fail to protect,&lt;br /&gt;The peacefulness that have,&lt;br /&gt;Started to crumble,&lt;br /&gt;Before the dawn sets... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only,&lt;br /&gt;Human can forgive,&lt;br /&gt;Human can reconcile,&lt;br /&gt;Human can look,&lt;br /&gt;Into the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and pour the words,&lt;br /&gt;that slept in the depths,&lt;br /&gt;of the living chamber,&lt;br /&gt;real peace will then descend,&lt;br /&gt;and touch the hearts,&lt;br /&gt;of humans...that had onced,&lt;br /&gt;being enclosed,&lt;br /&gt;by walls of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice melts,&lt;br /&gt;where spring will reign,&lt;br /&gt;over the chilly winter,&lt;br /&gt;Flowers will start to bud,&lt;br /&gt;The breezy wind,&lt;br /&gt;Warms us,&lt;br /&gt;Everything... ...&lt;br /&gt;Everything... ...&lt;br /&gt;Will start anew... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, there it goes again.. ..My random ramblings. Don't mind me babbling about weird stuffs...By the way, if you do not get what I'm trying to say...errr...then...you just ignore this stupid, odd ball who has nothing better to do writing useless stuff babbling about wars, springs, flowers. Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-5662489423086902844?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/5662489423086902844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=5662489423086902844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5662489423086902844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/5662489423086902844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/11/war.html' title='War!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-2378244213465098030</id><published>2007-11-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:43:50.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness has once reign over me and of course...my blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR-tNgMX9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/G4dVWmk4GIo/s1600-h/447534-20070114174545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR-tNgMX9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/G4dVWmk4GIo/s400/447534-20070114174545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130865190665740242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~lazy and moody.....sighs...Do I look pretty?=_=''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was not in the mood actually to post anything at all this past few days. Wait, is it few days?? No, it's already like few months already. I'm really short of things to blog about already. Yeah, call me a anti-socialist or anything you like. I just don't know what to blog about. But, one's thing for sure, I'm lazy... (Am I contradicting myself??) Plus, I don't own a camera or even a pathetic camera phone to take some bloody photos and post them in my pathetic little blog to let my hardcore readers (yeah, as if the whole world's reading your blog) to enjoy reading while happily clicking away on the pics to enlarge them in order to  look at my magnificent photo skills.  Well, photos can speak a thousand words...never actually see photos talking to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, I'm going random again. This past few weeks, I've been rather moody. Anything that went wrong would definitely get on my nerves which makes me a hateful asshole. I feel horrible, terrible and vegetable. Why am I that moody? I fear that I have andropause(is that how you spell it?). It's really hard sometimes to control your emotions especially when you feel frustrated and angry. Yes, I know that smiling when you're angry or punching anything even your friend might somehow make you feel better. Still, it's easier than done. Would you still smile happily even if someone messes up your masterpiece on your presentation day? I don't think you can do it. You see, I'm kinda sick of this moody feeling. I really want to get rid of it..hmm, not to extend of ridding it once and for all. I just want to become a saint once a while. Saints are people who are very patient and forgiving when they are prosecuted even if the things that they've done were passing God's word to the world. If only I have half of their personality, then I would be half perfect. Nobody's perfect in this world, that's what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Btw, I'm officially 18 now after my birthday on 5th of November. I'm thankful for those who remembered and noticed the day when I was born. Thank you very much. Thinking back, I've been living for 18 years already. Still, I think I don't have much development in my maturity. I did this personality test somewhere in friendster and I found my maturity stage is only at the level of a 14 year old kid. It didn't surprise me at all since I'm know that I still think like a kid. I'm sure that because of my childishness, people start to got "sian" with me...("sweat drops!" It's too melodramatic!!) Must find some motivational books to read and build up my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch to happy mode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Heh heh, I just bought a samsung MP3 last month. Again, no photos. I'll try to ask my brother who is still selling fish to take a photo of my MP3 to boast boast a bit about my MP3. Basically, it's light blue including some radio functions, file storage, music storage, microphone and so on.. I bought it at PIKOM (computer fair) with the price of RM297. Initially, my brother asked me to buy the ciplak aka capalang MP3 brand with cheaper price. But, I "lan si" want to buy got brand one. If it's branded, I'm sure it's more long lasting that the ciplak one. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some wonderful pics to tickle your ass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR8sdgMX7I/AAAAAAAAADk/5_8v8UKtiZ0/s1600-h/pic69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR8sdgMX7I/AAAAAAAAADk/5_8v8UKtiZ0/s400/pic69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130862978757582770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Female cats do have nipples and they need protection. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR9JtgMX8I/AAAAAAAAADs/mD8qDQaOd8U/s1600-h/pic124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR9JtgMX8I/AAAAAAAAADs/mD8qDQaOd8U/s400/pic124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130863481268756418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even doggies can live "harmoniously" with kitties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for this post..shall post more..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2378244213465098030?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2378244213465098030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2378244213465098030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2378244213465098030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2378244213465098030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/11/laziness-has-once-reign-over-me-and-of.html' title='Laziness has once reign over me and of course...my blog..'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/RzR-tNgMX9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/G4dVWmk4GIo/s72-c/447534-20070114174545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-441109420734597520</id><published>2007-09-19T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:29:42.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness..is..art..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/l0xreE2rxcE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/l0xreE2rxcE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naruto's as good as dead...we shall remember you always..our true hero who always inspired us to never give up. We shall weep for eternity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvFAkD-HNKI/AAAAAAAAADc/-jHVh99b4lo/s1600-h/142362-20061222042900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvFAkD-HNKI/AAAAAAAAADc/-jHVh99b4lo/s200/142362-20061222042900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111938040327517346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...feel so disastrous after the four tests and there's two more to go till I can spread my wings out for while..and that's three weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current expression:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvE7oD-HNII/AAAAAAAAADM/ObATAW0hyaI/s1600-h/Photo-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvE7oD-HNII/AAAAAAAAADM/ObATAW0hyaI/s400/Photo-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111932611488855170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sad and bored face...I know this photo looks kinda familiar. For your info, that's not me. It's just a random photo of my friend, Mrs Beaver. Heh, the name's amanda. Reason for grabbing this photo, the expression is priceless. Just look at the expression..it's so wonderfully taken. Of course, this masterpiece is taken by Prof. Chouji.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvE81z-HNJI/AAAAAAAAADU/G3eOiIUQVco/s1600-h/262249-20070217234535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvE81z-HNJI/AAAAAAAAADU/G3eOiIUQVco/s200/262249-20070217234535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111933947223684242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True enough I was rather wuliao that time taking pictures of many random people in the class..(that's before exam)..I even took some wuliao video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ff0abd3aa4829b4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff0abd3aa4829b4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380234%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27B8D50D900D997951384320E93AF113ABBF3301.21076B83B82A59E290CEECF5D21A9E7A5874CEC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff0abd3aa4829b4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3pEY2slZ3uPXDgzYTOqquLcac9o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dff0abd3aa4829b4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380234%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27B8D50D900D997951384320E93AF113ABBF3301.21076B83B82A59E290CEECF5D21A9E7A5874CEC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dff0abd3aa4829b4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3pEY2slZ3uPXDgzYTOqquLcac9o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you know, sometimes taking random video is kinda amusing. It sometimes pisses one off easily..take a look at this spicy yet simple example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/pTYThEpkY1E" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/pTYThEpkY1E" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;annoyed ms wong....btw, they're a bunch of my utar coursemates taking the "breathtaking" scenery at bukit bendera..in the pinang fruit island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first comment..&lt;br /&gt;red + hot = dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;now that's spicy&lt;/p&gt;oh, this video is a courtesy of Ah Xian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh holy lembu, I guess my post is too random..shall stop here for more posting!! Tata~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-441109420734597520?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/441109420734597520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=441109420734597520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/441109420734597520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/441109420734597520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/09/naruto-movie-4-trailer.html' title='Random-ness..is..art..'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/RvFAkD-HNKI/AAAAAAAAADc/-jHVh99b4lo/s72-c/142362-20061222042900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4889018393308424687</id><published>2007-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:22:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not abandoned but on a hiatus period..that's all!!</title><content type='html'>After I've received a comment from someone who "accused" me of abandoning my new bloggie, I'll have to tell you that I'm having my hands full with my finals now. So, being so frustrated and tortured (by loads of lecture notes and tutorials), I've got no mood to post anything lar. Furthermore, people seldom read my blog. Short of a few posts in a few months or maybe a year won't do me any harm lar..ish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've found some interesting thing in my lecture notes. So, I've thought of sharing it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;I was looking for a parking space at Bangsar when suddenly there's a knock on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Encik ah...tanya sikit ah..itu chimpeng mana ah..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Apa?'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Chimpeng, chimpeng...saya sudah tanya itu guard ah.. dia cakap sini ada satu chimpeng..'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Sorrylah, apek. Saya tak tau woh..Apa tempat itu chimpeng?'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Aiyah...itu chimpeng balu punya lo..Saya mau pigi angkat wang la...'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Tarak tau la boss. Itu kedai ke apa?Along ka?'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;'Chimpeng bukan kedai ma..lu itu pun tak tau ah..? Itu chimpeng macam itu Maypeng, Pubic Peng, RhetB Peng..itu balu punya peng..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..you get what the apek wanna say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know d ans??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know or not??&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;Not telling you...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;.... .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;.... ... ..            .....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. ..............................&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's CIMB Bank...Pity the apek lar..he doesn't know how to speak proper malay mar...sighs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4889018393308424687?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4889018393308424687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4889018393308424687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4889018393308424687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4889018393308424687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-abandoned-but-on-hiatus-periodthats.html' title='Not abandoned but on a hiatus period..that&apos;s all!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-388863503958997361</id><published>2007-08-19T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T05:33:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another biology experiment-blood~~~</title><content type='html'>Well, well, I did another biology experiment which was not as gruesome as the mouse dissection. It's just mainly about observing how our red blood cells and white blood cells look like. Actually, I took some pictures with my friend's handphone. I know, I know, I should a handphone that comes with a camera, mp3 player,even with mp4 player and stuff like that. But, I'm so broke that I couldn't even eat a grain of rice. Pathetic, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, here are some random pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsgz-WgWWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/-0uYRX3MeTE/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsgz-WgWWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/-0uYRX3MeTE/s400/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100383724283254930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal red blood cells under the microscope. Do you see the pinkish cells beside the needle? That's a white blood cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg0YmgWWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z9M0WXNk7qQ/s1600-h/DSC01106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg0YmgWWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z9M0WXNk7qQ/s400/DSC01106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100384175254821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pinkish ones are white blood cells. A small group of dark purplish dots are actually your platelets. (Fragments cells that are involve in blood clotting mechanism.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg1NmgWWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/uPG4_b8jd7c/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg1NmgWWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/uPG4_b8jd7c/s400/DSC01101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100385085787887794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sickle anemia cell (Observe that some of the cells are like sickles or moon-shaped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After observing all the blood slides, it's now to determine our blood type which, is my favourite part. Heh, it's coz I didn't even know what my own blood type is. I'm gonna explain this coz it might sound too technical and complex. It's better to be simple... ...In other words, let the picture do the talking.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg2lWgWWNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oMpPeqXZ-_I/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg2lWgWWNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oMpPeqXZ-_I/s400/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100386593321408722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially, my own blood type is B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's very simple to carry out this experiment. First, drop 3 drops of our blood on the slide. Mix each one with 3 different kinds of antibodies serum. The agglutination of blood will show which blood type you are. Heh, it's so easy that there's no need for me to waste my money going for blood type testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg3fWgWWOI/AAAAAAAAADE/OOIfFmF5hQo/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsg3fWgWWOI/AAAAAAAAADE/OOIfFmF5hQo/s400/DSC01102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100387589753821410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friend, "Mrs Beaver" was tested B+ but later it changed to O+. Oh man, I wonder if she's reall a beaver or a normal human being??? She even squashed her own blood by accident or maybe not. See the results above the picture. See the greenish one?? She's definitely a beaver...or something else... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's an interesting experiment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Let's hope that there're more dissection activity in the near future. Heh heh.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-388863503958997361?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/388863503958997361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=388863503958997361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/388863503958997361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/388863503958997361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-biology-experiment-blood.html' title='Another biology experiment-blood~~~'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/Rsgz-WgWWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/-0uYRX3MeTE/s72-c/DSC01104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-4058290035935030416</id><published>2007-08-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:29:16.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 8 things that We, Malaysian say, interesting...</title><content type='html'>Heh, I found something interesting in the Star newspaper a couple weeks ago. So, to avoid any form plagiarism, the article I've taken is a Saturday paper dated 11 August 2007. Well, I may sound formal, but I don't want to end up eating curry rice behind the closed bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, here's top 8 Malaysians' expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ~lah&lt;br /&gt;practically, everyone in Malaysia uses ~lah at every end of their sentence, especially when we speak English. Just in case there's anyone who don't understand what I said, here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Come on ~lah!! Let's go watch movie ~lah!!&lt;br /&gt;B: Cannot ~lah! My mom don allow me ~lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our version of English. Nope, I should've call that as Manglish. Aren't proud of ourselves. We have our own version.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. maachan&lt;br /&gt;well, i think it comes from our translated word, "macam". Again, that's quite common in our daily rojak language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Maachan itu bikin ~lah!&lt;br /&gt;B: Maachan mana ~lah!&lt;br /&gt;A: Maachan ini ~lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brudder as in brother&lt;br /&gt;That's REALLY common among the true brudders who speak aloud as if they sound like the ang mohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yo brudder!! Long time no see ~lar!!&lt;br /&gt;B: Brudder! Go yam cha ~lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ta pau&lt;br /&gt;All malaysian use that!! We all know what that phrase means. So, no elaborations on that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. cin-cai&lt;br /&gt;Wa-lau (Oh My God!!),, cin-cai has so become part and parcel in our daily conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You want to eat what ~lar..&lt;br /&gt;B: Cin-cai lar, I cin-cai eat one!!&lt;br /&gt;A: What cin-cai ~lar!! U eat shit ~lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Aiyo&lt;br /&gt;This usually means "What!", "How come?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Aiyo!! Apa maciam u bikin maachan tu ~lar..&lt;br /&gt;B: Aiyo!! In maachan tak boleh ~lar!!&lt;br /&gt;A: Aiyo!! I suruh u bikin maachan ni, u bikin maachan tu. You bodoh lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Malaysia Boleh!!&lt;br /&gt;This phrase was once being said by our former prime minister, Tun Dr. Mahathir. He's a great man who truly made, "Malaysia Boleh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common phrase used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yam Seng&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about this. It's just merely means "cheers" in Cantonese. But, we use this widely in wedding dinners, or meeting out with old friends, or maybe celebrating successful moments with friends or relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo!! Aren't we proud to be Malaysians? We have a diverse culture and languages. Come on ~lar, you can't get this anywhere ~ler! Maachan ini susah nak cari ~lar!! Cin-cai cin-cai ~lar, as long as we can understand each other, that's enough. eee-ni kek ra na we Malaysian's speak the same thing. Wow, never knew that we are so united.. heh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-4058290035935030416?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/4058290035935030416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=4058290035935030416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4058290035935030416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/4058290035935030416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/top-8-things-that-we-malaysian-say.html' title='Top 8 things that We, Malaysian say, interesting...'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-6128365974191742947</id><published>2007-08-03T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:20:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second video of the sperms..double syok!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/ce0no7v4QUc" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ce0no7v4QUc" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you couldn't observe I posted, here's another clearer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Video courtesy of Ah Xian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few pictures for you guys especially the girls to understand more about the man's tadpole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrQMNHVqkgI/AAAAAAAAACM/oc-SwpAuQy4/s1600-h/dsc00690+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrQMNHVqkgI/AAAAAAAAACM/oc-SwpAuQy4/s400/dsc00690+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094710497910624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrQMX3VqkhI/AAAAAAAAACU/Uc7HyXxVOgA/s1600-h/dsc00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrQMX3VqkhI/AAAAAAAAACU/Uc7HyXxVOgA/s400/dsc00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094710682594218514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sprint and drift. We are filled with energy. We swim vigorously... ...just for the sake of searching for the eggs you girls hide. Even if we died before reaching you, we still fight hard to reach you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: we refers to the sperms. See, how sperms look a lot like us males trying so hard to please you girls. Just be thankful and nice a little to us guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-6128365974191742947?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/6128365974191742947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=6128365974191742947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6128365974191742947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/6128365974191742947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/second-video-of-spermsdouble-syok.html' title='Second video of the sperms..double syok!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrQMNHVqkgI/AAAAAAAAACM/oc-SwpAuQy4/s72-c/dsc00690+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-1370897440183759074</id><published>2007-08-03T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:08:42.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperm in contact..syok again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/XXBizD6853k" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/XXBizD6853k" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Observe carefully, you can see sperm heads moving around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo courtesy of Ah Xian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before our mouse dissection lab session, we took some sperm samples from our voluntary friends. Well, it's not voluntary though. We somehow choose to vote among us guys with the old method: cut a few pieces of paper, write some numbers on them, then we randomly pick the pieces of paper. Heh, luckily i wasn't chosen for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make things short. Just watch the video. Observe carefully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-1370897440183759074?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/1370897440183759074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=1370897440183759074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1370897440183759074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/1370897440183759074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/sperm-3.html' title='Sperm in contact..syok again!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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-1713146432687828154.post-2915703259278906839</id><published>2007-08-02T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:27:02.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The excitement of dissecting a mouse. Syok!!</title><content type='html'>I had my practical last Monday and it was absolutely a fantastic experience for me. It was my first time dissecting a mouse. To be exact, a female mouse. Heh, at first, when my lecturer demonstrated how to pin a mouse on its legs on a wax tray, how to cut open the stomach and the skin of the mouse, I went a little nervous as well as excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after a long demonstration from my lecturer, it's my TURN to pick a mouse to dissect. Guess what, I picked a big fat virgin mouse who eats a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHba3VqkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/CD0XjIVnGgM/s1600-h/Clement%2801%29+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHba3VqkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/CD0XjIVnGgM/s400/Clement%2801%29+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094093908110643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHYSXVqkbI/AAAAAAAAABk/La7r0JF4uWA/s1600-h/Clement%2802%29+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh, it's my first time operating a mouse. So, I kinda mess up. See, the tonnes of fat and the visible kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I meticulously peel off the skin so as to not cut off the blood vessels which will spill out like water pipe. Then, I cut open the abdomen muscles with a pair of dissecting scissors to see the internal organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHYeHVqkcI/AAAAAAAAABs/G0gA_MiCrKY/s1600-h/Clement%2802%29+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 490px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHYeHVqkcI/AAAAAAAAABs/G0gA_MiCrKY/s400/Clement%2802%29+edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094090665410335170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The long and curvy small intestines -I wonder how much she consumes food a day... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FORTUNATELY, we got the chance to see foetus (under develop babies) too in a pregnant female mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHZZnVqkdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XO22pBhfF-E/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHZZnVqkdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XO22pBhfF-E/s400/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094091687612551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh "babies" from the mother's womb. It's just too bad it can't live on to see the world... ... "sobs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another picture of the babies in the mother's womb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHZ-3VqkeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L-srl3RTjRs/s1600-h/DSC05580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHZ-3VqkeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L-srl3RTjRs/s400/DSC05580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094092327562678754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ones are still small compared to the ones above. Still, I feel kinda sorry for them. "continues to sob bitterly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the dissection is over, we were not allowed to chop off their tails into small pieces, or pancung their head or do whatever gruesome stuffs to the mouse. Of course, we won't! We stitched the mouse with the pins and wrapped them up in a newspaper to be thrown away. We couldn't bury them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Rest in peace, mouse. I'm thankful to you because you sacrificed yourselves to let us humans to know more about you. Thank you very much.. .."sobs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-2915703259278906839?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/2915703259278906839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=2915703259278906839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2915703259278906839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/2915703259278906839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/excitement-of-dissecting-mouse-syok.html' title='The excitement of dissecting a mouse. Syok!!'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHba3VqkfI/AAAAAAAAACE/CD0XjIVnGgM/s72-c/Clement%2801%29+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-7688386986377672332</id><published>2007-08-02T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:54:07.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey-senpai... ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHTv3VqkXI/AAAAAAAAABE/-e-MchWl1tM/s1600-h/honey4vt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHTv3VqkXI/AAAAAAAAABE/-e-MchWl1tM/s320/honey4vt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094085472794874226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honey-senpai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heh, I’ve watched the last episode of Ouran a couple of weeks ago and I still miss this show. I really hope there’s another season 2 for this great comedy. To tell you the truth, this is the greatest shoujo anime that I’ve ever watched. Right. Today, I’m going to tell you a bit about my second most favourite character, Haninozuka senpai a.k.a hone-senpai. For a senpai (a third year senior in Ouran high school), he looks kinda small. In other words, he looked a lot like a 3-year old kid. Being a black belt karate master, he loves sweet stuffs and of course his pink bunny doll. Weird, eh? That’s because he’s the loli shota type. He’s a kawaii (cute) type that loves eating cakes and holding his bunny all day long. He even has a cute voice which makes me want to pinch and pull or even squeeze his head with both of my knuckles. (Watch the anime for more information)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHR5HVqkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rL2UhV1t2_k/s1600-h/355388-20060910192628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHR5HVqkUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rL2UhV1t2_k/s320/355388-20060910192628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094083432685408578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honey-senpai, the master of disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough of the description… …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What makes him to be my next favourite character is because of his special characteristics. By the way, this is a spoiler!!! So, don’t read if you have no watch the anime or read the manga. Ahem, he’s originally from a family who practice martial arts called the haninozuka family. He’s the eldest in the family who will soon become the next successor despite his small size. However, the real honey-senpai loves cute stuff and eats his favourite cakes which make him naturally a cute boy rather than a karate master. Because of his father’s order, he has to give up all the things that he likes. Ha has to act in a more manly way which he definitely feels awkward. He feels that it’s not like him at all. He struggles. Finally, he made up his mine to release himself from this torture with the help of Morinozuka’s (he’s kinda like Honey-senpai’s older brother) advice. So, he returns school with his loli shota (absolute cuteness) behaviour. Well, his loli shota –ness always keep the girls in the school to go “kyaaaaaaaa~~~!!!!” That’s after he got discovered by Tamaki and joined the host club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course, honey-senpai has taught me one important thing. That is, to become yourself. I definitely agree with this. Heh, I guess I’m a bit too obsessed with Ouran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loli shota type - Haninozuka Mitsukuni aka honey-senpai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHTH3VqkVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcPaurfj2Ms/s1600-h/honey2wj8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHTH3VqkVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NcPaurfj2Ms/s320/honey2wj8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094084785600106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-7688386986377672332?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/7688386986377672332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=7688386986377672332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7688386986377672332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/7688386986377672332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/honey-senpai.html' title='Honey-senpai... ....'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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/_b63hOWjOrXA/RrHTv3VqkXI/AAAAAAAAABE/-e-MchWl1tM/s72-c/honey4vt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713146432687828154.post-8345780702537065124</id><published>2007-08-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:41:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouran High School Host Club -Suou Tamaki</title><content type='html'>After watching the last episode of this comedy, it made me somehow to think what I really want for my own life. Perhaps it’s happiness and cheerfulness. Heh heh, I’ve learnt a lot from this anime especially from the Suou Tamaki. From him, I’ve kinda learnt to look things at a more optimistic way. Why? I’ll relate a bit about his story.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Q_qbVn1ZNM-SOM:http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/4008/tamaki3bm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 126px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Q_qbVn1ZNM-SOM:http://img150.imageshack.us/img150/4008/tamaki3bm9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suou Tamaki - The "king" of the host club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suou Tamaki came from a super-duper rich family or rather from the famous Suou family who owned the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ouran&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. His father, Suou Yuzuru was the headmaster of this prestigious school. However, Tamaki was considered as an outcast in the Suou family. He was the son of his father’s mistress whom his father had met in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Due to this, his father was forced to leave his lover behind by his notorious mother (Tamaki’s grandmother). Tamaki’s mother was very ill then. In addition, his mother’s business went down the hill day by day until the company owed a huge some of debt. Since Tamaki’s father couldn’t bore a son with his first wife, his sly grandmother proposed that Tamaki should be the next successor of the Suou family. She made a contract with his mother that if she wanted to save her family business from falling, she had to let go of her of her son and promised that she would never ever see her son again. In return, this sly grandma would help her to pay all her debt. Just imagine a young boy who grew with her mother for 14 years with such a sudden goodbye. That’s just too hard for Tamaki. Yet, he does hate neither his father nor his grandmother who keeps calling him a “filthy” child. He remained cheerful all the way without any sign of hatred because he knew that the Suou family had helped her mother a lot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And, because of this, I’m impressed by Tamaki’s optimistic thinking. Although he’s just a fictional character, he’s still admirable to me. You might think that he’s a hypocrite that hides his grudge against his grandmother, but the setting up of the Ouran High Host Club has certainly proved that he’s himself without any hidden hatred.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next thing that I admire about him is his friendliness. Before setting up the host club, he goes through all kinds of difficulties to get some members to join the club. The way he invites people may seem odd (watch the anime if you want to know more), but he’s sincerity always proves to convince them. The way he speaks too also made me stared in awe at times. He’s a kind of person who can look through anyone’s thoughts easily especially through one’s expression even if he’s speaking to a complete stranger. In short, he’s an understanding friend. I think maybe it’s his understanding nature that allows him to have lots of friend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow, I wonder if there’s really a person so kind, cheerful, and understanding like him in the world. If there’s no one, I would like to be one. Haha, actions speak louder than words. I guess not to hold grudge against people I hate is not an easy job for me. Hey, I’m not saying that I hate people until I cannot forget. Hmm, maybe having a brother like him is not bad at all though he seems a bit like a womanizer. He&lt;br /&gt;he..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/carineliang/tamaki_comic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/carineliang/tamaki_comic.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rather "cheerful" and rich in "expression" Suou Tamaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: In the anime, Tamaki’s a host who opens his club to all ladies in the high school to have a sweet romantic time with him and the other club hosts which include the hitachin twins, Kaoru and Hikaru, Honey-senpai (Haninozuka Mistsukuni), Morinozuka-senpai,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kyouya-senpai and last but not least, the only girl in disguise in the anime, Haruhi. Basically, the club’s objective is to bring happiness to all the ladies. Want to know why, watch the anime and find it yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or another thing, though it’s a shoujo anime, but I think Shounens can try to have a glimpse. Btw, the flowers especially roses in the anime are not that annoying, so don’t worry… … heh heh.. ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1713146432687828154-8345780702537065124?l=sacredflame89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/feeds/8345780702537065124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1713146432687828154&amp;postID=8345780702537065124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8345780702537065124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1713146432687828154/posts/default/8345780702537065124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacredflame89.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouran-high-school-host-club-suou-tamaki.html' title='Ouran High School Host Club -Suou Tamaki'/><author><name>Prof.Chouji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05270570361347933890</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>
