<?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-529485734493993868</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:31:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~I LIVE IN MY OWN WAY~</title><subtitle type='html'>My Nostalgic Reminiscence</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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journey from my campus..&lt;br /&gt;and the final exam is just around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;like another week to go from now..&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i won't be going out for the next two weeks till the exam's over..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how am i supposed to live without my mobile for two weeks?!!&lt;br /&gt;damn it..&lt;br /&gt;and what makes my day worse is the stupid flu..&lt;br /&gt;gosh! i'll be sitting for the final examination in no time and yet i fell sick..&lt;br /&gt;really hate myself for being so weak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-2683521553209272315?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/2683521553209272315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-366740333741979399</id><published>2009-09-26T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:41:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Byebye holiday.. hello exam.. ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another 5 hours to go and i'll be boarding the night bus back to pahang..&lt;br /&gt;it's such a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sad thing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. the final exam is just around the corner..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like two weeks to go from now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet i was still in the holiday mood..&lt;br /&gt;didn't even feel like touching my books..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the heck did i bring all my books back that day huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shouldn't have brought all the books back that day!&lt;br /&gt;ishh!! now i havta bring 'em all back again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the holiday ended just like that..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz.. really wish that the holiday will be extended till like FOREVER!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-366740333741979399?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/366740333741979399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=366740333741979399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/366740333741979399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;或许，它已经在我的躯体里一片片慢慢地碎开来了吧!&lt;br /&gt;但这一切都该怨谁呢?&lt;br /&gt;还是怨自己吧!&lt;br /&gt;怨自己的双眸被看似真实的假象给蒙蔽了，&lt;br /&gt;怨自己太容易相信别人了，&lt;br /&gt;怨自己太天真了...&lt;br /&gt;为什么人类的宽容心总是那么容易被利用呢?&lt;br /&gt;为什么有些人须忍受，有些人却总把它当作是理所当然的呢?&lt;br /&gt;就在他为了生存和利益，头也不回地抛下无助的我时，&lt;br /&gt;我才发现，友谊，它是多么地不堪一击。&lt;br /&gt;那一刻，我认清了他...&lt;br /&gt;他那所谓的朋友、知己。&lt;br /&gt;我也明白人不为己，天诛地灭这道理。&lt;br /&gt;所以我不会怪他。&lt;br /&gt;反之，我还得谢谢他。&lt;br /&gt;谢谢他在我还未正式踏入那五花八门的社会前，&lt;br /&gt;免费帮我上了社会大学的一堂课...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1620031279903650937?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1620031279903650937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1620031279903650937' 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yup..&lt;br /&gt;it's redbox time again..&lt;br /&gt;it's already the third time since i came back to Penang..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me present to you the four of us..&lt;br /&gt;currently studying in three different states..&lt;br /&gt;Pahang, Perak, and Malacca..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do we share? the same holiday of course..&lt;br /&gt;two of us, WL and I-campus closed because of H1N1..&lt;br /&gt;both of them, ML and SY-having their mid-sem breaks.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's such a coincident isn't it?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138765459047298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SnhaxrKjw4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/cmQRWR5HslU/s320/redbox+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;three of us, ML, WL and I holding mini traffic lights.. isn't it cute?? wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138777254148002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SnhayXGut6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/EnAVmu487yk/s320/redbox+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; OMG.. WL and SY got too "high" d.. can anyone pull them down..??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138761524948850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SnhaxcgmL3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/bAWOTniTklg/s320/redbox+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 4, 3, 2, 1.. peculiar pose plus hand-made special effects.. cool huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138779846102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SnhaygwszXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WgO8cqxsqqE/s320/redbox+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;since when the traffic lights transformed into lollipops huh? and look who's the bunny right now.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151731890204306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Snhmka4prpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/PAbtx-VS498/s320/redbox+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; now that's what we call 38..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-4441584244601597065?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4441584244601597065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=4441584244601597065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4441584244601597065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4441584244601597065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-singing-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s singing time again..!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SnhaxrKjw4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/cmQRWR5HslU/s72-c/redbox+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-5183201021591827477</id><published>2009-08-01T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:11:20.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed?! H1N1?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another week of holiday?!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;now here's the thing..&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored sitting on the sofa watching movie just now..&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, a friend of mine sent me a message telling me that our college will be closed for one week due to H1N1..&lt;br /&gt;then i was like.. hey.. don't try to bluff me okay..&lt;br /&gt;i've already finished packing my bags and will be taking the bus back to Pahang tonight..&lt;br /&gt;isn't it weird and unconvincing to tell me this at this moment??&lt;br /&gt;minutes later.. i received another sms telling me the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;then i was like.. okay.. this is creepy..&lt;br /&gt;then i started calling almost everyone i know asking them the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?! it's TRUE! our college will be CLOSED for another week..&lt;br /&gt;i've already confirmed it with the college..&lt;br /&gt;wow.. never thought of this before..&lt;br /&gt;i mean why didn't the college authorities publish this message in the newspaper or it's official website??&lt;br /&gt;or was that just rumours? it shouldn't be.. i've ald called the college just now..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. or are they planning to replace the lessons in our next holiday?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, who cares..? isn't it great to have another week of holiday?&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5183201021591827477?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5183201021591827477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5183201021591827477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5183201021591827477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5183201021591827477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/08/closed-h1n1.html' title='Closed?! H1N1?!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-5685628189658252488</id><published>2009-07-27T09:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:02:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's pathetic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there i stood.. at the counter..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the people in the queue to vanish one by one until it reaches my turn..&lt;br /&gt;then a customer in front of me caught my attention..&lt;br /&gt;most probably because of her or should i say his appearance..&lt;br /&gt;spiky hair, trendy jacket, branded shoes..&lt;br /&gt;a teenage girl or more like a tomboy waiting for the cashier to pack her stuffs up..&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of someone else who used to be my housemate but more like a stranger to me now..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. back to the topic..&lt;br /&gt;there she was.. waiting for the cashier to pack her things up..&lt;br /&gt;i think it'd take hours to pack all her things up because what laid before her were dozens of beers, soft drinks, tidbits, snacks and everything you need for a party..&lt;br /&gt;you name it, she has it..&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for her, i lifted my stuffs up to the "rolling board" or whatever you call it..&lt;br /&gt;when i've finished lifting all the things up, she's gone..&lt;br /&gt;what's left before me was a trolley crammed with all the things that teenager brought to the counter a few moments ago..&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the cashier making a phone call.. in her hands, there was a credit card..&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later, two security guards arrived..&lt;br /&gt;they asked us to shift our things to the next counter..&lt;br /&gt;i was kindna pissed though..&lt;br /&gt;but we did as we were told..&lt;br /&gt;out of curiosity, i kept myself close to the cashier and the security guards just to find out what was happening..&lt;br /&gt;then i realize that the teenager actually stole the credit card from someone else and exploited it just to satisfy her own desire..&lt;br /&gt;luckily the cashier found out that the owner of the credit card was actually a malay while the one using it was a chinese..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. isn't the teenager naive to think that she could bluff her way through with that stolen credit card all the time..?&lt;br /&gt;to the cashier.. BRAVO.. you've done a good deed..&lt;br /&gt;and to that teenager.. WAKE UP WILL YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;didn't anyone teach you not to steal things when you were young?!&lt;br /&gt;and please.. don't humiliate yourself and your family doing all those criminal stuffs okay?!&lt;br /&gt;it's such a sad thing isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5685628189658252488?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5685628189658252488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5685628189658252488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5685628189658252488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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walked towards us..&lt;br /&gt;and she started mumbling..&lt;br /&gt;what was she trying to tell us..?&lt;br /&gt;not even a clue..&lt;br /&gt;then she smiled..&lt;br /&gt;a grin so innocent like that of a little girl..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in fact.. from the wrinkles on her forehead..&lt;br /&gt;we knew that she's already a mid-aged lady..&lt;br /&gt;this continued for the next few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. it's kindna irritating as we were having our supper that time..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, a hawker came by.. as if he sensed our annoyance..&lt;br /&gt;"go away!" he yelled..&lt;br /&gt;"my customers are having their meal.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so again.. she walked away at a snail's pace..&lt;br /&gt;shifting her target to another diner..&lt;br /&gt;that instant, only did i realize she was mentally-disabled..&lt;br /&gt;where is her family? where are her relatives?&lt;br /&gt;no one seemed to be concerned about her..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe she just ran away from her house perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 12 midnight..&lt;br /&gt;and we were on our way back..&lt;br /&gt;i turned my head, looking through the window of the car in search of that lady..&lt;br /&gt;she was still there.. telling her stories again..&lt;br /&gt;i could sense the frustration from the diner's face..&lt;br /&gt;but she moved on with her tales.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a naive grin etched on her face..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then.. the car started accelerating..&lt;br /&gt;and her figure slowly faded away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder why my heart suddenly aches..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what else can i do except praying for her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-2448365995778232286?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-5651972062552510643</id><published>2009-07-19T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:46:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey guys..&lt;br /&gt;i'm back..&lt;br /&gt;woohoo~~&lt;br /&gt;nice to be home again..&lt;br /&gt;just finished the mid-sem test..&lt;br /&gt;well, hate to say that it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;did so many careless mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;really hate myself for being so careless..&lt;br /&gt;ishh!!&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.. what's done is done..&lt;br /&gt;there's no changing the past right..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what i havta do is to work harder next time..&lt;br /&gt;havta make full use of the two weeks' holiday catching up the studies&lt;br /&gt;and of course, enjoy my stay at home..&lt;br /&gt;and for you guys still staying in penang..&lt;br /&gt;remember to ask me out whenever y'all wanna go out k..&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys and my sweet hometown so much..&lt;br /&gt;though it's really hazy here nowadays.. :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5651972062552510643?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5651972062552510643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5651972062552510643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5651972062552510643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. should i feel depressed as i would miss one week's lesson??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i should more or less feel a lil sad..&lt;br /&gt;but hey!! i'm HOME! i can do whatever i like now..&lt;br /&gt;and i don't havta stare at those lecturers for the entire day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOOHOO..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what about those assignments??&lt;br /&gt;neh.. let it be! but wait till i go back to the campus..&lt;br /&gt;i'll suffer like hell for sure.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's the first time for me to take a bus from Pahang to Penang ALONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gosh! now only i realize the importance of a company..&lt;br /&gt;'cause wherever i go, i havta keep an eye on my belongings just in case someone would steal it..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. am i thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;well.. prevention is better than cure right..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i havta go right now..&lt;br /&gt;just to get some REST..&lt;br /&gt;hey.. we havta listen to the doctor's advice right?? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1958107814787905280?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1958107814787905280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1958107814787905280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1958107814787905280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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orientation week..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was like HELL..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had to wake up at 4 in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;yet we could only go to sleep at 12 midnight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waking up as a panda everyday just didn't feel good at all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after the orientation week, though we can have enough sleep..&lt;br /&gt;our schedule is really packed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;packed with lectures, lessons, tutorials and assignments..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz.. how i wish i can have 48 hours per day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know what..&lt;br /&gt;i applied for bio but i got physics instead..!&lt;br /&gt;already tried appealing but it failed..&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. think positively..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's not a bad thing after all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause by taking physics, we will have more options after we've graduated right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okie.. i'll just stop here..&lt;br /&gt;library's gonna close soon..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sayonara~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-4166265396710213059?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4166265396710213059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=4166265396710213059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4166265396710213059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so goodbye guys.. *with tears*&lt;br /&gt;wish everyone luck in their future..&lt;br /&gt;i will surely miss you all..&lt;br /&gt;but i think the thing i miss the most..&lt;br /&gt;will be the air-con in my room..&lt;br /&gt;hey.. there won't be any air-con in the hostel!&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i really havta go right now..&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone~~~&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-897175978086134586?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/897175978086134586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=897175978086134586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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exhausted and kindna dizzy right now after boarding the plane..&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just let the photos tell the story..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW66_hMq0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfAySohyaa0/s1600-h/P42101741.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371256708705090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW66_hMq0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfAySohyaa0/s320/P42101741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed.. such a nice view huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371453177944770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW7GbbHWsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7OUw91HZCjI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; arrived at the Bangkok's airport.. the name? Suvarnabhumi airport.. sounds familiar huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW7TWExHMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-zLySugBgLM/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371675080334530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW7TWExHMI/AAAAAAAAAII/-zLySugBgLM/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;reached the botanic resort in Chiang Mai early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373066881727826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW8kW8E_VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oUi0joCe9Vw/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; one of the pupae in the small butterfly farm at the botanic resort..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW80DjPBKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gTEBxQbLahs/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373336555160738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW80DjPBKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gTEBxQbLahs/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're now at the Maesa Elephant Camp..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373723135589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW9KjrMPGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HBOBjDpxDA0/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;saw a camera crew filming a thai series or perhaps movie in the elephant camp by coincidence.. cool huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW9T9MA9mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yx5laHy4JZo/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329373884602971746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW9T9MA9mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yx5laHy4JZo/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "fifth leg" of the elephant.. wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374469732700962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW92A90EyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eV3vNhQMe9M/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt; believe it or not.. elephants playing football.. wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-FHAjK_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ucLwl00HwF4/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329374729052826610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-FHAjK_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ucLwl00HwF4/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;an elephant painting a nice piece of drawing.. genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375203064537282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-gs1v4MI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GNewMRrjRK4/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the monkey show.. such a cute monkey huh? his name is lucky..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-vmrrnBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wc7vGQLA5IM/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375459109739538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-vmrrnBI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wc7vGQLA5IM/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shuang long miao (double dragon temple) in Chiang Mai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375697946701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW-9ga2bwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LaIrjEKDmYU/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt; feasting our belly with the emperor's meal in Kantoke Palace.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW_EBz424I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XxYasfiIozE/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329375809989303170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW_EBz424I/AAAAAAAAAJg/XxYasfiIozE/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we enjoyed the performance while dining in the Kantoke Palace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW_SOhgoBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BeH6mMaw8T8/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329376053920047122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW_SOhgoBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BeH6mMaw8T8/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highest hotspring in thailand..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329377627070026626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXAty9sU4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/r2cAhaorjgk/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt; gosh! it's really hot in there.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXA-P-a9II/AAAAAAAAAKI/_6rGg05QtWs/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329377909735617666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXA-P-a9II/AAAAAAAAAKI/_6rGg05QtWs/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXAZNTZt3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5Ncz2l4ocoA/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the White Temple in Chiang Rai, Thailand.. beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378234902471666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXBRLUPY_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TCTaKgzRfxU/s320/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the performance of the akhas in the village.. in the past, whenever a female akha reached fifteen, they have to "sacrifice" their virginity to the kamnan (ketua kampung)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXBh9YsUpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5YG_weq1IaU/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378523220824722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXBh9YsUpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5YG_weq1IaU/s320/26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two sculptures are actually made to avoid the evils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329378709068423858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXBsxuNorI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JPYG8BUKqWg/s320/28.JPG" border="0" /&gt; visited the Long Neck Karen Village.. guess what? the kayans have to wear the brass neck coils on their necks whenever they reached five.. and the brass neck coils are really heavy.. the purpose of wearing the neck rings is cultural identity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXCp_v8zKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TQgjMq-87ew/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379760805825698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXCp_v8zKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TQgjMq-87ew/s320/29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Golden Triangle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379947486718898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXC03MJK7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/qLgiJyQ4VtA/s320/32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're now at Laos.. the immigration office there is just like a small hut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXC7U1kXRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_5skpvkkmy4/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380058524310802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXC7U1kXRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_5skpvkkmy4/s320/31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the welcome drink in Laos.. eww, i didn't even dare to touch it.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380180869716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDCcm_G_I/AAAAAAAAALA/13817CXNQgA/s320/33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXC7U1kXRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_5skpvkkmy4/s1600-h/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're just a stone's throw away to Myanmar.. it's actually just a river away to reach there.. however, due to the time factor, we didn't manage to go there that time.. *sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDL11HxmI/AAAAAAAAALI/PQPJTj7kol0/s1600-h/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380342258714210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDL11HxmI/AAAAAAAAALI/PQPJTj7kol0/s320/34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess what.. it's actually a toilet.. nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDfUETt1I/AAAAAAAAALY/b8JHHL6zByU/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380492176662930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDUkUWIZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wETvYtMEn8o/s320/38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the performance of the beluga whale in the Marine Park.. cute..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDfUETt1I/AAAAAAAAALY/b8JHHL6zByU/s1600-h/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380676792989522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDfUETt1I/AAAAAAAAALY/b8JHHL6zByU/s320/35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fake floating market.. haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380813838055618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDnSmZeMI/AAAAAAAAALg/g3xVL-xx6aE/s320/36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the "tombstone village".. hehe.. it's actually the scene from the cowboy show.. the sound effects are brilliant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDuj4oAuI/AAAAAAAAALo/VrlgSi4OkHM/s1600-h/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329380938736992994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXDuj4oAuI/AAAAAAAAALo/VrlgSi4OkHM/s320/39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br 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style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381168017242882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXD76BS-wI/AAAAAAAAALw/IAEKIzDCkHg/s320/40.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the temple of the Emerald Buddha.. it's really eye-catching huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXEhaEChjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yJTrV2gLXpc/s1600-h/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329381812273841714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXEhaEChjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yJTrV2gLXpc/s320/41.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Chatuchak weekend market.. it's damn hot there.. if i'm not mistaken, it's like 40 degree celcius or maybe higher during the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 6:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382365890241874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXFBoceZVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_QHev3pBo1o/s320/43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching the traditional performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXFMKhh5DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qvooZBzERtA/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382546836939826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXFMKhh5DI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qvooZBzERtA/s320/44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfXFUh2pFrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_haFQxTyFeM/s320/45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a tiger.. and it's a REAL one!! 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write for today..&lt;br /&gt;kopkunkap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1628336935376111956?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1628336935376111956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1628336935376111956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1628336935376111956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1628336935376111956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-trip.html' title='An interesting trip~'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SfW66_hMq0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OfAySohyaa0/s72-c/P42101741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-6755008997892204721</id><published>2009-04-19T20:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:06:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzled, perplexed, CONFUSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well.. juz checked through the net a few days ago and found out that i got selected for the matriculation programme..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. am i lucky to get selected for the programme?&lt;br /&gt;i don't really think so..&lt;br /&gt;'cause.. i was selected to the pahang campus!&lt;br /&gt;yup.. it's PAHANG!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh! it's like 8-9 hours's journey to reach there from where i live..&lt;br /&gt;@#*$&amp;amp;*#@$!!&lt;br /&gt;now i'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;should i forget about the matrik thing and go for form6?&lt;br /&gt;or should i go for it since it's a safer path to further my studies?&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, it only takes a year to complete matriculation..&lt;br /&gt;but hey.. it's in pahang you know! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;can't really make up my mind right now..&lt;br /&gt;well.. hopefully i can make my decision soon..&lt;br /&gt;but most probably i'll choose matrik lar..&lt;br /&gt;though it's really really far away..&lt;br /&gt;who to blame..? blame my fate then..&lt;br /&gt;sure gonna miss everything and everyone in penang..&lt;br /&gt;sobxx.. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SespgIVAK6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wYb3C9sAqwQ/s1600-h/1111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326396616263871394" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SespgIVAK6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wYb3C9sAqwQ/s320/1111.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see the distance?!! gosh!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-6755008997892204721?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6755008997892204721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=6755008997892204721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6755008997892204721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6755008997892204721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/puzzled.html' title='puzzled, perplexed, CONFUSED!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SespgIVAK6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wYb3C9sAqwQ/s72-c/1111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-4749341602661845460</id><published>2009-04-14T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:53:35.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheartened..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a busy day..&lt;br /&gt;woke up at the crack of dawn and rushed here and there till dusk..&lt;br /&gt;finally everything's done and i'm back now..&lt;br /&gt;or else who'd be writing this blog?? haha..&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i often feel rather depressed and down nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;planned to go for a vacation not long ago..&lt;br /&gt;everything is almost settled..&lt;br /&gt;but who knows there came a chaos at the eleventh hour?!&lt;br /&gt;you should know which country i'm talking about rite?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whether or not will the tourism company change the trip to other countries??&lt;br /&gt;perhaps european countries? whoa! it would be perfectly fine! haha!&lt;br /&gt;well, just ignore me.. i'm dreaming of something impossible again..&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'll just pray that the situation there will be fine soon..&lt;br /&gt;or else, a few thousand ringgit paid will be burnt just like that..!&lt;br /&gt;okay.. enough of the trip thing now..&lt;br /&gt;i also went to the hospital for the same old stuff today..&lt;br /&gt;consulted the doctor and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;his opinion is totally the opposite of the other doctor's view..&lt;br /&gt;well, which opinion should i consider?? totally confused now..&lt;br /&gt;surgery? medicine? radioiodine?&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i don't feel like thinking about it right now..&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, i think i'll also just pray hard that everything will be fine..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. it's kindna late now..&lt;br /&gt;gonna let the stars (as if there's any..) embrace me to the land of Nod..&lt;br /&gt;nitez~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-4749341602661845460?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4749341602661845460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=4749341602661845460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4749341602661845460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4749341602661845460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/disheartened.html' title='Disheartened..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-6622446264412899249</id><published>2009-04-09T22:24:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:42:13.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redbox..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Haiz.. I'm so exhausted and sleepy now..&lt;br /&gt;just came back from redbox and finished "ruining" my voice box..&lt;br /&gt;so i think i won't be able to speak tomorrow..??&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.. at least i really had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;it was in fact a very memorable gathering..&lt;br /&gt;we sang, we chatted and of course, we had a nice meal in secret recipe..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i wonder when will we have the chance to gather again..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it won't be long..&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing..&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry to those who didn't get to sing much just now..&lt;br /&gt;cause i was like holding the mic for the entire day (maybe not all the time but for most of the time i guess).. paiseh oo.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. here's some photos taken today.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4J99swsqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fCGM5fxgUUM/s1600-h/zz4.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322702769737478818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4J99swsqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fCGM5fxgUUM/s320/zz4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, say cheese..!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322703382881041042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4Khp1k-pI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/v_Qa7ldhcJo/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sook Yee, She Yi, Yee Chuen and me~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4LFXILLDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zfRHlIKGFT0/s1600-h/zz6.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322703996334058546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4LFXILLDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zfRHlIKGFT0/s320/zz6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met shirley there.. what a coincident.. and OMG! my face! it looks so fleshy!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322704620947085266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4Lpt_hl9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/fXybBjK2GWA/s320/IMG_0865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; photo of the ladies..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-6622446264412899249?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6622446264412899249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=6622446264412899249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6622446264412899249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6622446264412899249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/redbox.html' title='Redbox..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sd4J99swsqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/fCGM5fxgUUM/s72-c/zz4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-8120298483362558354</id><published>2009-04-07T23:10:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:22:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 18 now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just turned eighteen today..&lt;br /&gt;do i look more matured??&lt;br /&gt;neh.. it's just the same.. the only difference is..&lt;br /&gt;my hair has grown longer ^^.. that's all..&lt;br /&gt;well, is it a good thing being a mere 18 teenager??&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. wait till i figure it out next time..&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'll just post some of the photos taken today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtwqUyXeJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fxb_WHYaI2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321971257105152146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtwqUyXeJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fxb_WHYaI2Q/s320/IMG_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE home-made jelly.. guess what.. the "sifu" who made it was actually ME.. cool huh? haha.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972221947795186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtxifGx1vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oYJzSYGYtAM/s320/zz.JPG" border="0" /&gt; cakes and candles.. what else to expect from a traditional birthday celebration??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtzMOgUWsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zwbrrjv4mZg/s1600-h/IMG_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321974038557645506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtzMOgUWsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zwbrrjv4mZg/s320/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my cousin n my sis being silly just at the entrance..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321978488879541858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/Sdt3PRPvbmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pJrhfWvhA5k/s320/IMG_0838.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;it's me "wearing" the gift from my sis n cousin.. yup.. it's actually the t-shirt i'm wearing.. they bought it just because of the word "fat" printed at the back of it.. (-_-")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-8120298483362558354?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8120298483362558354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=8120298483362558354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8120298483362558354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8120298483362558354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-18-now.html' title='I&apos;m 18 now..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdtwqUyXeJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fxb_WHYaI2Q/s72-c/IMG_0737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-223480620291078567</id><published>2009-04-04T14:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:24:39.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Heaven..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear granny,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time really flies..&lt;br /&gt;remember the last time we chatted, you were still at home, watching your favourite movie..&lt;br /&gt;you were there asking me to massage your aching shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;you were there cooking everyone's favourite dish in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;you were even there quarrelling with grandpa over who's gonna be the chef in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;those memories are still vivid in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;it was like two years back..&lt;br /&gt;that you left us without saying a word..&lt;br /&gt;we were all grief-stricken but yet, we had to accept the fact that God wanted you back in His arms..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today, we went to your new residence as we would every year..&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to tell you that we are all fine..&lt;br /&gt;so, don't worry too much about us..&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly thought of the phrase "you never got a chance to see how good I've done, and you never got to see me back at number one, I wish that you were here to celebrate together" as in mariah carey's song-bye bye..&lt;br /&gt;but i know that you will always live in my heart, now and forever..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beloved grandson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdcS0D-JqNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fg9XQDywyvU/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320742170390014162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdcS0D-JqNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fg9XQDywyvU/s320/IMG_0716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are elsewhere up there.. watching over us..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320743488822101586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdcUAzg2xlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TnPCRBFRiDI/s320/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;so sorry that we are only able to come and visit you once in a year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-223480620291078567?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/223480620291078567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=223480620291078567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/223480620291078567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/223480620291078567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-to-heaven.html' title='A letter to Heaven..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdcS0D-JqNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fg9XQDywyvU/s72-c/IMG_0716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-5171620703393013615</id><published>2009-04-03T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:57:16.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thoughtful=Annoying..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we are being thoughtful and kind to the others,&lt;br /&gt;does it mean that our benevolence will be appreciated by the others?&lt;br /&gt;well, sad to say that it's a "no"..&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine..&lt;br /&gt;even if you don't appreciate it, it's still acceptable for me..&lt;br /&gt;but can you please don't be doubtful about it??&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this but i think most people do..&lt;br /&gt;what can be done?? this is a realistic world right?&lt;br /&gt;this is a lesson i learned today..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320500414754540770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdY28CDDTOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lDwFxGl1LgQ/s320/IMG_0679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the weather is still the same as yesterday but i'm looking at it despairingly right now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5171620703393013615?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5171620703393013615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5171620703393013615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5171620703393013615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5171620703393013615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-thoughtfulannoying.html' title='Being thoughtful=Annoying..?'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdY28CDDTOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lDwFxGl1LgQ/s72-c/IMG_0679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-4474168985429085051</id><published>2009-04-02T20:49:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:04:49.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wonder why i love the weather now..&lt;br /&gt;though it's raining cats and dogs..&lt;br /&gt;the breeze is very gentle..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i don't feel like typing much today..&lt;br /&gt;but i took some photos so i'll post some of the photos here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTAvQ9bH7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sGQRYxvtI8/s1600-h/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320088978070380466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTAvQ9bH7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sGQRYxvtI8/s320/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's raining so heavily till it gets flooded in only a few minutes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320090603849905282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTCN5dd9II/AAAAAAAAAFA/OX2jeIrpK54/s320/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finished THREE cups of drinks in just A MEAL!! Can you believe it?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTBcXb5YNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5w661kOTGn0/s1600-h/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTBzRrc6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zvyKubPKKvo/s1600-h/IMG_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320090146494540578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTBzRrc6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zvyKubPKKvo/s320/IMG_0652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;after having my dinner in my grandpa's house, we went out to have another meal in a hawker stall again! gonna gain a few more kilograms a few days later!! *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320093493574872578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTE2GhlrgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9P9KtOTMdt4/s320/IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hmm.. i wonder when will the rain stop..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-4474168985429085051?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4474168985429085051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=4474168985429085051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4474168985429085051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4474168985429085051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonder-why-i-love-weather-now.html' title='Gloomy..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdTAvQ9bH7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9sGQRYxvtI8/s72-c/IMG_0675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-1014748990038384457</id><published>2009-03-31T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:18:46.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torturing?? not really.. fun?? perhaps..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went for the interview today..&lt;br /&gt;how was it?? erm.. not good..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. let me start from the begining..&lt;br /&gt;at first, the interviewers asked us to introduce ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;we were divided into a group of five..&lt;br /&gt;then, they gave us two topics to discuss..&lt;br /&gt;one in malay and the other one in english..&lt;br /&gt;the first topic was about obesity, the causes, the consequences, the steps to overcome and so on..&lt;br /&gt;well, i couldn't really speak well in english so i think i did quite bad..&lt;br /&gt;the second topic is about the importance of teaching science and maths in english..&lt;br /&gt;this was the part which i couldn't even think of a point to elaborate since all the points were already given by the other candidates..&lt;br /&gt;so, when it reached my turn, i said something really stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interviewer: what do you think about that?? do you agree or disagree with it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i think those subjects should be taught in english especially maths. for instance, if maths is taught in malay, when it comes to memorising the multiplication thing, the "suku kata" will be much more than the english's.. so 45x75=3375 will be like "empat puluh lima kali tujuh puluh lima sama dengan tiga ribu tiga ratus tujuh puluh lima" but in english, it'll only be "forty five times seventy five equals to three thousand three hundred and seventy five"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite stupid though.. but no choice.. i couldn't think of any other points that time..&lt;br /&gt;well.. although i answered those questions really foolishly, i've learnt a new experience..&lt;br /&gt;(since i haven't been to an interview before)&lt;br /&gt;besides, i've also made new friends and chatted with them before the interview..&lt;br /&gt;so, i could hardly feel the nervousness and the adrenaline rushing in my veins as i thought i would the night before..&lt;br /&gt;for those people who've done their interviews.. CHEERS~ u've completed a rather exciting task..&lt;br /&gt;for those who haven't, GOOD LUCK~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1014748990038384457?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1014748990038384457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1014748990038384457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1014748990038384457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1014748990038384457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/orturing-not-really-fun-perhaps.html' title='torturing?? not really.. fun?? perhaps..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-1732095081111909359</id><published>2009-03-29T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:19:42.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting for this album since last year!&lt;br /&gt;finally i got it! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;the songs are as nice as before.. (as i've already expected)&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole afternoon listening to the songs in the album till i forgot about the interview thing..&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad i'd perform during the interview, i'll just treat it as a new experience..&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i'm happy now for i already have jolin's latest album with me in my hands~&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdBUuAHcpaI/AAAAAAAAADo/msOPbhzAVwg/s1600-h/8545ebf8c801d32ed9f9fd14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318844309206508962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdBUuAHcpaI/AAAAAAAAADo/msOPbhzAVwg/s320/8545ebf8c801d32ed9f9fd14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1732095081111909359?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1732095081111909359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1732095081111909359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1732095081111909359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1732095081111909359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SdBUuAHcpaI/AAAAAAAAADo/msOPbhzAVwg/s72-c/8545ebf8c801d32ed9f9fd14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-6529523827004682635</id><published>2009-03-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:23:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops i did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to have my meal in McD today..&lt;br /&gt;since the traffic was busy,&lt;br /&gt;i waited in McD for about 1 hour or more till the traffic was less busy..&lt;br /&gt;without realising that it was almost 8, i forgot to turn on the headlights of my car..&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;then when i was driving, a motorcyclist honked me..&lt;br /&gt;being tolerable, i swiftly moved a bit to the right to make way for him..&lt;br /&gt;however, he honked me again..&lt;br /&gt;this time, he was already in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;then i was like.. what the heck do you want again?!&lt;br /&gt;when i was about to reach home, only did i realise that i didn't turn on the light!&lt;br /&gt;gosh! can't believe i did that mistake again!&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-6529523827004682635?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/6529523827004682635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=6529523827004682635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6529523827004682635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/6529523827004682635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops i did it again!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-8064147954181987302</id><published>2009-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:23:49.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait, wait and WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to midlands today as popular was having a clearance sale there..&lt;br /&gt;reached there around 4 p.m. and the crowd was like.. ENORMOUS!&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. couldn't even squeeze through the crowd ler..&lt;br /&gt;and the queue.. haiz.. i think it would take up to THREE HOURS till it reaches our turn.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;so.. i just went back without buying anything.. *sobx*&lt;br /&gt;at night, about 9 p.m., i went there again hoping that it would be less crowded..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, the crowd was just the same..&lt;br /&gt;however, i've already decided to buy at least A THING since the discount was like up to 90%!!&lt;br /&gt;[ONE AND A HALF HOURS LATER]...&lt;br /&gt;finally it reached our turn to pay..&lt;br /&gt;bought lots and lots of books and albums and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;they only cost hundred over ringgit..&lt;br /&gt;so i think it's quite worth it to wait for the queue.. hahax~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-8064147954181987302?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8064147954181987302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=8064147954181987302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8064147954181987302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8064147954181987302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/wait-wait-and-wait.html' title='wait, wait and WAIT!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-5054296173036357911</id><published>2009-03-22T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:24:52.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My craps..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whoa.. it's already been a week since i last updated this blog..&lt;br /&gt;okay.. what should i type anyway??&lt;br /&gt;let me start from monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Tuesday-nothing much happened so skip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday-nothing much happened as well.. just went to the mini market to get a couple of magazines and some tidbits.. ohya! i've also finally gained the courage to drive my manual car on the road.. yup, it's a MANUAL car! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : i still havta improve on my parking skills.. (&gt;.&lt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday-went to redbox at gurney. The purpose? A lot.. so i might just skip it. Late in the evening, together with my cousins, we went to Eve (owned by our ex-neighbour) to buy our younger cousin a birthday cake.. we met our neighbour and she couldn't recognize me at first.. then i told her who i was and finally she remembered.. and guess what? she said i got THINNER.. did i hear anything wrong?? nopx! she said i got THINNER! at first i was quite surprised and delighted.. but she continued saying.. "well, remember the last time i saw you, you were still in your primary school.. that time, you were even fatter than you are right now".. *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the redbox thing.. erm.. after we reached there, we registered at the counter.. near the counter, there was a mirror.. i looked into the mirror unintentionally and gosh! only did i realise my hair was such a mess! swiftly, i went back to the car in search of a comb just to tidy up my hair.. haiz.. i'd better get a haircut soon cause the previous haircut was like a few centuries ago..&lt;br /&gt;after getting into the room, we started selecting songs and singing while we were waiting for the others to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;later on, i suddenly thought of jolin's album so i hurriedly went to the CDshop to pre-order her latest album.. and the gifts for the early birds were a huge poster, a mini torchlight, a mouse pad and.. NOTHING else.. what?! that's all?? what about the t-shirt designed by jolin and the photo albums as those who pre-ordered the albums will get in Taiwan?? haiz.. but nevermind, i just couldn't wait for the album to be released here..&lt;br /&gt;back in the room, when most of our family members had arrived, we started singing like INSANE.. especially when we did the "hey hey you you" part as in the song "girlfriend" by avril.. we were screaming like a bunch of monkeys or perhaps mad people would be a better description.. luckily those mid-aged adults were in the other room or else i think their ear drums wouldn't be able to bear the screams and vibrations.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday-lost my voice.. sobxx.. so i went to get some strepsils to soothe the pain caused by the screaming last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday-went to get my haircut and it looked as messy as before..&lt;br /&gt;(-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday-went to have my breakfast or should i say lunch in QB.. we had some bak kut teh and i just couldn't stop myself from eating.. then we bought some cakes and breads home and the same thing happened.. so i guess i'll gain a few more kilograms a few days later..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5054296173036357911?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5054296173036357911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5054296173036357911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5054296173036357911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5054296173036357911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-craps.html' title='My craps..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-4564462684736657860</id><published>2009-03-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:25:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can feel the pain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHM6hd0XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mFkZqqwXF1E/s1600-h/IMG_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340685072322930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHM6hd0XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mFkZqqwXF1E/s320/IMG_0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Went to a temple with my family today..&lt;br /&gt;just as i stepped into the temple, i was nearly drowned by the crowd there!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! you won't believe me if you don't see it with your naked eyes..&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was not only big.. it was HUMONGOUS!&lt;br /&gt;you would need to squeeze through the crowd whenever you wanna make your step..&lt;br /&gt;i was nearly suffocated by the huge throng of people there..&lt;br /&gt;worse still, the smoke really caused me a great deal of pain in my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;tears kept welling up my eyes because of the heavy smoke..&lt;br /&gt;this in turn kept me rubbing my eyes all the time till i finished doing my prayers..&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went back into the car.. heading home..&lt;br /&gt;however, my eyes were still really painful so i tried to find a mirror to find out what was causing me the ache..&lt;br /&gt;when i looked at it in the mirror, only did i realise that both of my eyes were swollen like.. i don't know.. perhaps a meatball would be a fine description.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHNCLZOZI/AAAAAAAAADA/LAeH9qjdwjE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHNCLZOZI/AAAAAAAAADA/LAeH9qjdwjE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHNCLZOZI/AAAAAAAAADA/LAeH9qjdwjE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHMRfcLsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Az1kcwtndPA/s1600-h/IMG_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340674057973442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHMRfcLsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Az1kcwtndPA/s320/IMG_0560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHNCLZOZI/AAAAAAAAADA/LAeH9qjdwjE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see the crowd?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHNCLZOZI/AAAAAAAAADA/LAeH9qjdwjE/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-4564462684736657860?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/4564462684736657860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=4564462684736657860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4564462684736657860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/4564462684736657860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-feel-pain.html' title='I can feel the pain..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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/_IVSRrhBYldw/SbzHM6hd0XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mFkZqqwXF1E/s72-c/IMG_0562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-529485734493993868.post-8213675119461075883</id><published>2009-03-14T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:26:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattempted experiences..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since i'm not very sure of what to study yet, i went to some colleges to get some information regarding A-levels today..&lt;br /&gt;from what i've been told, to do the A-levels, the minimum amount of $$ needed is RM15,000..&lt;br /&gt;those who get 10A1s and above can apply for the scholarships..&lt;br /&gt;some colleges offer a 40% off for the tuition fees while the others provide free tuition fees for 2 semesters..&lt;br /&gt;which means i'd only get to pay an amount of less than 10k to complete the A-levels..&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the 11 months or 18 months' programme..&lt;br /&gt;however, after completing the A-levels, i won't have the opportunity to apply for public universities.. which means i'd need to study either in local private universities or overseas..&lt;br /&gt;that means i'd need to spend an amount of at least a few 100k to finish the courses taken.. Gosh! that would surely be a heavy burden.. *sobx*&lt;br /&gt;though there's something called scholarships.. but.. who'd know whether or not i'll get the scholarships?? if i'm not one of the lucky ones, what should i do next?? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'll take up form 6 though it's really tough and it'll consume quite a long duration to finish the course..&lt;br /&gt;Well, if we look at it in another perspective, we can learn more in form 6 right?? and it'll make us more well prepared in the university life right??&lt;br /&gt;After the enquiries, together with my mum, i attended a traditional wedding of my mum's colleague.. she's a malay and most of them eat by using their hands..&lt;br /&gt;so, there's a teapot placed on the table for the guests to wash their hands after feasting on the delicacy..&lt;br /&gt;well, i think for most of them who never attend any traditional malay wedding before would surely mistakenly think that the teapot is filled with tea or drinks instead of tap water..&lt;br /&gt;luckily i saw the method the other guests used the teapot.. or else, i'd surely get the wrong idea and make the others burst out in laughter..*phew*&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, i reached a road in which it's side was fully occupied by vehicles.. worse still, the gradient is really steep.. that's why i dared not drive too slowly just to prevent the engine from going off..&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, a quite aged man was standing beside one of the vehicles.. a car comming from the opposite side just made the condition worse..&lt;br /&gt;my mind was really blank that time as the road wouldn't be able to fit two cars at a time.. so i quickly speeded up my car in order to make way for the car in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;however, i didn't manage to avoid the man and my side view mirror knocked his arm.. i was really in shock and adrenaline was rushing in my veins..&lt;br /&gt;then, i quickly turned my head back and showed my apology to him.. luckily he was alright and didn't fall down or break his arms.. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;back home, i was "screwed" by my mum and i bet she won't let me drive the car anymore.. but nevermind.. at least no one was hurt because of me.. hahax! :)&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i can't bear the eagerness to pee anymore..&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.. bye!&lt;br /&gt;*rushing to the toilet*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-8213675119461075883?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/8213675119461075883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=8213675119461075883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8213675119461075883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/8213675119461075883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/unattempted-experiences.html' title='Unattempted experiences..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-13136263955212312</id><published>2009-03-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:26:33.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh! am i dreaming?? am i??&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe i did really well for my SPM.. so so so surprised! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;But too bad i got a B3 for my EST.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i didn't expect to get a B3 for my EST..&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i thought i'd score in that subject and do badly for my chinese, BM and 1119 instead..&lt;br /&gt;but they turned out to be A1s.. it's such a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i'm very satisfied with my results.. though i was a bit disappointed with the EST at first.. but the results for BC, BM, n 1119 english really make me feel like.. on top of the world!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. let me tell you something very funny..&lt;br /&gt;that day, after we had received our result slips, the reporters asked us to take photos together.. then we started lining up in a row and showed our result slips to the camera.. however, the reporters said that it's not creative to pose like that.. so they asked us to act like we're looking at each other's results.. so we did as we were told.. then i started discussing the results wif SY n YE..&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, how come you get a B for this subject?? i thought you did quite well in that subject in school?" "Yalor.. i didn't expect to get a B for this subject.. i thought i'd get a B for the other subject instead.." "Weird huh?" "Yaya" "So what do you think of that subject?" "Well, i think.."..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one of the reporters interrupted our conversation..&lt;br /&gt;"Well, are y'all from the drama club?? i have to admit that y'all acted really well.." he said.&lt;br /&gt;*speechless*&lt;br /&gt;"What?? Acting?? Are you kidding me?? We're really having a discussion okay.."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. haha.. i thought that y'all are just acting just now.."&lt;br /&gt;*sweat*&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's my turn to admit that the guy has a great sense of humour this time.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, it's time for me to decide on what to study.. but i'm still not very clear of what i wanna study and what to be in the future yet.. sobxx.. hopefully i will have a clear direction soon..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to have my meal now.. tatax..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-13136263955212312?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/13136263955212312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=13136263955212312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/13136263955212312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/13136263955212312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-3328088161014883539</id><published>2009-03-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:27:01.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so exhausted now..&lt;br /&gt;my weight keeps on increasing day by day.. *sobx*&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure those who know me realise that right?&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. i tried cutting down on my diet but it only seemed to maintain my weight rather than decreasing it.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;From last month onwards, i tried heading for the gym for at least 30 minutes per day for doing the treadmill thing but unfortunately, it only lasted for a week.. how pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;So i started the routine again today..&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, i got really tired and started feeling dizzy after only 10 minutes!Gosh! i'm so surprised that my stamina got so weak after only a few week's time! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm gonna start doing that constantly from today onwards..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it won't last too fast.. kekex..&lt;br /&gt;After that, i went practicing driving.. AGAIN.. hahax..&lt;br /&gt;the main reason was because of the rain..&lt;br /&gt;Well, i haven't really tried driving on the road in the rain before so it was a good oportunity for me to learn driving in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;it was quite scary (don't forget that i'm still a FRESHY) since i couldn't really get a clear view of the condition of the road.. and i banged on the pavement! how embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;that was not the end of the story yet..&lt;br /&gt;i even scratched the paint off a bus's body with the side view mirror of the car! *oops!*&lt;br /&gt;fortunately the driver didn't notice that.. lucky me.. kekex..&lt;br /&gt;but that was not the worst thing..&lt;br /&gt;what made the condition worse were the two cowardly passengers of mine-my sis and my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happened, they just kept on screaming..&lt;br /&gt;even when i was just turning the steering.. can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Okay.. let's talk about SPM now..&lt;br /&gt;my hands are trembling as i'm typing the word S-P-M..&lt;br /&gt;the result will be released after about 13 hours from now..&lt;br /&gt;my heart started pumping fast.. butterflies in my stomach..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i will suffer from insomnia again tonight.. *sobx*&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'm gonna go exercising now so as to get some sleep tonight..&lt;br /&gt;bye for now~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-3328088161014883539?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3328088161014883539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=3328088161014883539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/3328088161014883539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/3328088161014883539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-day_11.html' title='What a day..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-3795630818672514034</id><published>2009-03-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:27:27.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since i just passed the driving test recently&lt;br /&gt;(though it's already been almost a month now)..&lt;br /&gt;i havta get more practice so as to drive more SKILLFULLY next time..&lt;br /&gt;(sounds kindna stupid rite? but no choice.. i'm still a FRESHY in driving).&lt;br /&gt;Just as i went into the car, i did all those steps which i was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to starting the engine..&lt;br /&gt;Brrrng! Well, the engine went dead..&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, nevermind" i thought..&lt;br /&gt;then i started the engine again.. and guess what? it went dead...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;(Well, what do you expect from a 20 year-old car??)&lt;br /&gt;K fine! i started it hard for the third time and it finally worked!&lt;br /&gt;Later on, everything went fine until i reached a very steep slope..&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.. stay cool.. just change it to the first gear (since the car is quite aged).." i thought.&lt;br /&gt;However, the gear didn't get into position.. *adrenaline rushing*&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh! what to do?? what to do??" i mumbled as my mind was totally conquered by the nervousness..&lt;br /&gt;then, i quickly stepped on the clutch and tried it again.. luckily it worked!&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!! What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;But.. the nightmare was not over yet..&lt;br /&gt;all too soon..&lt;br /&gt;my car reached a sharp corner after that..&lt;br /&gt;without thinking much, i quickly turned the steering sideways..&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?? i forgot to turn the steering back into it's original position! (how stupid..)&lt;br /&gt;it nearly bang onto the pavement..&lt;br /&gt;but luckily it didn't.. just a loud screeching sound was heard..&lt;br /&gt;or else, who would be writing this blog now??&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. i really think that i should overcome my fear on driving ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;or else, what's the use of spending the money to go for the driving test??&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. enough of the driving thing..&lt;br /&gt;The next thing.. SPM results..&lt;br /&gt;it'll be released the day after tomorrow.. *shivering*&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. suffered from insomnia for one week's time because of that.. *sobxx*&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can sleep well tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now..&lt;br /&gt;tatax~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-3795630818672514034?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/3795630818672514034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=3795630818672514034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/3795630818672514034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/3795630818672514034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/nervous.html' title='Nervous..'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-5673359208129934936</id><published>2009-03-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:28:10.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;it's really boring today..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did was to head for the tv.&lt;br /&gt;Later on,&lt;br /&gt;i went online chatting, downloading songs and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I've been repeating this daily routine since the holidays last year.&lt;br /&gt;It's already been almost 3 months..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still aimless as i am now..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can find something meaningful to do..&lt;br /&gt;or else, i'd surely get seriously ill because of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;okay, i havta go and continue my movies now..&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-5673359208129934936?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/5673359208129934936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=5673359208129934936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5673359208129934936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/5673359208129934936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='BORED!!!'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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-529485734493993868.post-1289240695686290137</id><published>2009-03-08T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:33:40.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate this kind of feeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the examination result's gonna be out soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;n guess wat??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i HAVEN'T EVEN made up my mind on what to study yet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;form 6?? argh! it consumes more time than the others n in fact, it's damn tough!! (from what i've heard from the others)... n can u imagine that u're still studying like a high school kid while the others have already gone working n earning $$?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-Levels?? neh! it's all about $$ (money!)... n i can't apply for public uni so it will cost even more $$ to get into private unis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S.A.M.?? not very clear about it... n it will also need lotsa $$ to go overseas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;matriculation?? well, it's hard to get it n even though if i get it, i'd learn much less than the others...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in brief, money is the most important factor to further our studies...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haiz... how i hope i was born with a silver spoon... but i won't mind if it's golden (kakax)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well... gotta go now... hopefully i will find my direction ASAP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/529485734493993868-1289240695686290137?l=my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/feeds/1289240695686290137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=529485734493993868&amp;postID=1289240695686290137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1289240695686290137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/529485734493993868/posts/default/1289240695686290137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-nostalgic-reminiscence.blogspot.com/2009/03/indecisive.html' title='Indecisive...'/><author><name>~D@R3 D3V!L~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834161514260448464</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>
