<?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-7892325330902606620</id><updated>2011-12-16T07:30:06.405-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Entries'/><category term='daily dose'/><category term='family'/><category term='Partial Emo'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Emo.'/><category term='happy post'/><title type='text'>=Part-time Engineering student, Full-time blogger=</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever have the feeling of being behind your set of wheels..?
Hold it tight, step on the pedal, and see where you go..and trust me, you will keep going back for more.
And how would I know?..
Oh, I just know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7772094207886431217</id><published>2011-10-29T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T23:40:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test test</title><content type='html'>While we were waiting..&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DumuMH1vyYs/TqzxP70K1bI/AAAAAAAABfg/UvWNy2QywOI/s640/blogger-image-1619500439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DumuMH1vyYs/TqzxP70K1bI/AAAAAAAABfg/UvWNy2QywOI/s640/blogger-image-1619500439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7772094207886431217?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7772094207886431217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7772094207886431217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7772094207886431217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7772094207886431217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2011/10/test-test.html' title='Test test'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DumuMH1vyYs/TqzxP70K1bI/AAAAAAAABfg/UvWNy2QywOI/s72-c/blogger-image-1619500439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8740518401594714365</id><published>2008-02-06T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:22:57.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a long time ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling slight sorry for abandoning this blog after such a long time. Just realized the last post, which I posted my picture, was like last year ago..and I've changed my look since a long time ago..Picture post..so..no wordy words lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wanna read what I've to say daily, please go to &lt;a href="http://www.khian.tabulas.com/"&gt;http://www.khian.tabulas.com/&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/R6mJqxVLD9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/NrfESWzwY2M/s1600-h/P2050231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163809815646638034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/R6mJqxVLD9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/NrfESWzwY2M/s320/P2050231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/R6mKGhVLD-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/aMdW5MrZYBg/s1600-h/P2050219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163810292388007906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/R6mKGhVLD-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/aMdW5MrZYBg/s320/P2050219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've gotta rush to the reunion dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Update more later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPY&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HINESE &lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; Y&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EAR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!! THE MICKEY MOUSE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8740518401594714365?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8740518401594714365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8740518401594714365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8740518401594714365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8740518401594714365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-was-long-time-ago.html' title='It was a long time ago.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/R6mJqxVLD9I/AAAAAAAAAwI/NrfESWzwY2M/s72-c/P2050231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-9009083957651825278</id><published>2007-05-31T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:00:49.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What have I been up to lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am on holidays!! It's my semester break and am currently enjoying it. Although as I am typing this, I am alil guilty for not spending my time wisely during the study break..and am frantically thinking of the C's I might be obtaining this semester. Darn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070784218332995218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rl8LYWJlHpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dcoqmvQTPe4/s400/Whole+group+Penang+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway I had a blast in Penang with the seniors. So much fun that I swear I am not officially declared broke. Blast because we actually visited ALL the shopping malls in Penang and Butterworth itself. No more Bukit Bendera, no more Botanical Garden, no more BirdParks..no one is interested in those places anymore..(or at least, my seniors were not..) ..Now, they wanna attack the malls only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe. What a way to promote tourism in Penang. Oh yeah, we did stop by in the Ferrengi's beach okay..for urm..20-40 minutes or so? At least, that was one Penang-ish thing to do, wasn't it? And yeah, we ate Penang food also weh..besides roaming around the malls. Oh, before I forget, we did take the ferry across and back..so, that's something Penang-lish, don't you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have not been updating my blogspot for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;Not much to write about these days, and my daily rants are in &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;www.tabulas.com/~khian&lt;br /&gt;malas&lt;/a&gt; leh, wanna write twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone hiring for a part-time worker? I wanna stay at home and work only. Call me weh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-9009083957651825278?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/9009083957651825278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=9009083957651825278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/9009083957651825278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/9009083957651825278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-have-i-been-up-to-lately.html' title='What have I been up to lately?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rl8LYWJlHpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dcoqmvQTPe4/s72-c/Whole+group+Penang+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-3036046709801142976</id><published>2007-05-12T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:26:42.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pictures mean 1000 words?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RkZoQyxDKKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YrFOfzAG08o/s1600-h/DSC02087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063849468739397794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RkZoQyxDKKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YrFOfzAG08o/s400/DSC02087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was at the age of 2 and he was then, aged 7. We were at the airport, sending him off to New Zealand, he was holding a can of Sarsi, which is his favourite, still..I kept asking him to give me some.. and the granddad snapped our picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RkZnkCxDKJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/zYnShdyE4C8/s1600-h/DSC02088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063848699940251794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RkZnkCxDKJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/zYnShdyE4C8/s400/DSC02088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; 18 years later, standing tall in the granddad's home, he's now 25, and I am 20. Both of us changed alot, yet when we met, it's like our bond is still strong. He still loves Sarsi, along with beer, vodka and martinis. Somehow, it runs in the family..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan, I will miss you. Till we meet again, in another 10 years or so, hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-3036046709801142976?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/3036046709801142976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=3036046709801142976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3036046709801142976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3036046709801142976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-mean-1000-words.html' title='Pictures mean 1000 words?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RkZoQyxDKKI/AAAAAAAAAv4/YrFOfzAG08o/s72-c/DSC02087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8350345032143209098</id><published>2007-04-22T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:45:20.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>I am still alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RisfOEFl5LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SghqlDocxvs/s1600-h/ABCD0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056169333129340082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RisfOEFl5LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SghqlDocxvs/s320/ABCD0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been abandoning my blogspot for a very long time now.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know, I update my tabulas at least once a day. Minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life for me now currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Finals in less than 3 weeks, I am currently enjoying courtship, and having fun as a single."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop by &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; daily, for my daily dosage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I continue to camwhore, camwhore and more camwhore. Oh, only pictures of me only lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day ahead..and to you, I heart ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I think I need to get myself a drink. It has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8350345032143209098?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8350345032143209098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8350345032143209098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8350345032143209098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8350345032143209098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RisfOEFl5LI/AAAAAAAAAvo/SghqlDocxvs/s72-c/ABCD0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5552068772924015146</id><published>2007-04-13T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:19:28.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Survey Camp in Ayer Tawar, Perak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Euphonious is already over. The Grand-est event (Don't you reckon, vern?) in UTP is over, but then, I didn't make it. In fact, 30 civilians weren't able to make it to that event that night.&lt;br /&gt;Due to obligations to the faculty.&lt;br /&gt;Due to obligations to our degree.&lt;br /&gt;Due to obligations to the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GEOMATICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We made up alot of reasons of denial throughout the whole period of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBozHANioI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o4OJcLW8pqE/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053154009172249218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBozHANioI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o4OJcLW8pqE/s200/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This camp is solely to enhance our land surveying skills in another different site, other than the ones in UTP.&lt;br /&gt;The area was secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tv.&lt;br /&gt;No radio.&lt;br /&gt;Nearest sundry shop was 10-minute walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only civilization we had was our phones and the signals!!&lt;br /&gt;and for most of us, MP3 players came in handy, and I had iPod with me tagging along.&lt;br /&gt;Other tech gadgets would be our cameras, camera phones, and laptops, besides the theodolites and total stations that are used for the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few people brought along their cars, the rests were plain lazy and we regretted a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day begun with the tasks delegation and we were under the sun for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Doing land surveying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not entirely tiring, because in between there were jokes and camwhoring sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBpaHANipI/AAAAAAAAAuI/w4Zr2cJt4fA/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053154679187147410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBpaHANipI/AAAAAAAAAuI/w4Zr2cJt4fA/s200/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scorching heat was unbearable; but nonetheless, it motivated us to complete the tasks faster and earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork was essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, the reward came.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ party for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Prawns, chicken wings, chicken burgers, sausages were BBQ-ed, people ate as if there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(I personally had 30 pieces of prawns! Damn nice weh..totally forgotten about cholesterol level for one day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the camwhoring session continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053155254712765090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBp7nANiqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PIzyz7XpQQQ/s400/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Everyone looking pooped and tired out..or at least, we pretended to be..it failed la..on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053155967677336242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBqlHANirI/AAAAAAAAAuY/JDp3gEpAetA/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trying to impersonate Tyra Banks but then..I looked horrified..?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053156921160075986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBrcnANitI/AAAAAAAAAuo/B36ApIw3ihc/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture taken when Teehooi was so engrossed with her drumstick that she refused to camwhore with us..we managed to force la in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved on to another activity, which is illegal. We had camp fire!&lt;br /&gt;So, all of us gathered all the wood available, even resorting into tearing down the fence, to make them as one of the firewood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053157496685693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBr-HANiuI/AAAAAAAAAuw/p7X8JDRWdPw/s400/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After all the wood was gathered, there was one fault. No matches, or lighters. Kenneth went scurrying off to look for lighter..or fire source..in the meantime, Okuswa thought of the most conventional way to light up fire..haha..mentang mentang she took Geology last semester..She tried rubbing two sticks..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she sorta got pissed when we laughed at her..so she attacked us out of fury..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053158398628825842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBsynANivI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wFkihG4cxtA/s400/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We won, of course. She was outnumbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBt9HANiwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tv6VvgcDaI8/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053159678529080066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBt9HANiwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/tv6VvgcDaI8/s200/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fire was lighted up, KeeHui brought his Guitar out and started to sing "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls.. and more songs after that.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to play something, which brings the meaning of, "Missing someone".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053162706481023810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBwtXANi0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/gN0uhlczE5E/s200/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then he played, "&lt;strong&gt;No woman No Cry&lt;/strong&gt;" by Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the day ended early..We woke up early, in time to go for a round of chatting session in a nearby jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was presentation of data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053160129500646162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBuXXANixI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bDLQB0x-oWY/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even know half what I was supposed to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was even more camwhoring sessions during the presentation itself. One of them which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053161340681423666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBvd3ANizI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_L6p64lLeN0/s400/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet Okuswa..too bad Natasha was not with us..she went for F1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH YEAH, WE EVEN HAD 2 GAMBLING SESSIONS THAT 2 DAYS. WE DIDN'T PLAY WITH ANY "CASH", ONLY TAKE DOWN ACCOUNTS..RM1 PER BET LEH...hehe..so many "lan dou guais" in CIVIL..hehe..(not supposed to publish this though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the campsite around 2, had lunch in AyerTawar, reached UTP with a backache.&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to mention that we slept on the floor the night before.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5552068772924015146?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5552068772924015146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5552068772924015146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5552068772924015146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5552068772924015146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/04/survey-camp-in-ayer-tawar-perak.html' title='Survey Camp in Ayer Tawar, Perak'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RiBozHANioI/AAAAAAAAAuA/o4OJcLW8pqE/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8270854437133094733</id><published>2007-04-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:35:25.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>What would you do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you are thrown to a faraway place, with no any sort of entertainment?&lt;br /&gt;The only available thing is your handphone and iPod?&lt;br /&gt;(Thank god there was phone signal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051109389220671202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhklOkIjbuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/K5Rf8ur3q08/s400/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU CAMWHORE, OF COURSE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rhkmg0IjbwI/AAAAAAAAAto/zutoJ3cWASY/s1600-h/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051110802264911618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rhkmg0IjbwI/AAAAAAAAAto/zutoJ3cWASY/s200/DSC01949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhkmEEIjbvI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MWC8L9d2FXU/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051110308343672562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhkmEEIjbvI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MWC8L9d2FXU/s320/DSC01948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rhkk_EIjbtI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_NNJuvzlKd4/s1600-h/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when everyone is busy doing work, there must be a time,when everyone took a second off work to look into the lens of cameras..flashed a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051111927546343202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhkniUIjbyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/bCR2Ss80eIo/s400/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-8270854437133094733?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8270854437133094733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8270854437133094733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8270854437133094733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8270854437133094733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do...'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhklOkIjbuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/K5Rf8ur3q08/s72-c/DSC01944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-3473748625349332437</id><published>2007-04-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:40:54.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>I am no longer writing in the public in Tabulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUCxkIjbrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/aHwg5qV_mew/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049945607702277810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUCxkIjbrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/aHwg5qV_mew/s400/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; If you have been reading my tabulas, I did have a photoshoot on Wednesday. I have actually posted all the pictures in &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;http://www.tabulas.com/~khian&lt;/a&gt;, only the picture of the one group of students. As you can see, UTP takes photoshoot very seriously, as there were so many blazers placed outside and every student is required to put on one. No such things as wearing t-shirts and all, everyone must put on a blazer to show uniformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I was pretty hyped over the fact that we were actually taking a picture of the whole Civil Batch '05. It's rare to have the whole group together, let alone a photoshoot. Unfortunately, not everyone was present that day, but all the important people were present, that was the most important thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the venue, we were told to try out the blazers available. It was certainly a tedious task for me as I could not find a body-fitting one. My shoulders are not broad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUCe0IjbqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/oLiy5hZpaQc/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049945285579730594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUCe0IjbqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/oLiy5hZpaQc/s400/DSC01920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abel darling found one for me, which didn't really fit but then it did look better on me, than the rest. Oh, by the way, Abel is one of the South African students who is pretty gentlemen. He would approached us everyday, saying "Ladies.." with one big smile. It makes us feel important and respected. Aah, the difference between the locals and the international students. Mind you. I am not being buyers, but look at the senario here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049944568320192146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUB1EIjbpI/AAAAAAAAAsw/VdUh3scRz88/s400/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't know that Civilians are mostly camwhorers. We take pictures with cameras, camera phones..you name the device, we will be using it on us. And yes, we look good in EVERY snapshots we take. *Look, I look so serious here!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049943958434836098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUBRkIjboI/AAAAAAAAAso/4hDOdPB7zGM/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you something. I do not enjoy the education they provide us here.I do not enjoy engineering at all. The thing I enjoy most is the time I spend with my coursemates, fooling around. When they say "Civil RAWWWWKKKKSSS!!!", Civil does rocks.!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly not complaining about the workload. We get our fair share of work like the other courses, but one thing which differs us to the rest, would be Civilians are so much better in chilling out than the rest. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-3473748625349332437?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/3473748625349332437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=3473748625349332437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3473748625349332437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3473748625349332437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-no-longer-writing-in-public-in.html' title='I am no longer writing in the public in Tabulas'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RhUCxkIjbrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/aHwg5qV_mew/s72-c/DSC01924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4314517754856553113</id><published>2007-03-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:11:30.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Madness..this is absolute madness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weekends passed by so quickly, that I barely even have time to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab reports coming in after the other, it was as if, it didn't end at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tests 1 barely finished a week ago, and now, tests 2 and Quizes 2 are coming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments that were handed in what feels like days ago, out comes Assignments TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects and Presentations are neverending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness, I tell you. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4314517754856553113?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4314517754856553113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4314517754856553113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4314517754856553113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4314517754856553113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/madnessthis-is-absolute-madness.html' title='Madness..this is absolute madness..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4135030032189491869</id><published>2007-03-23T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:23:26.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>six RANDOM facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://we4weiern.blogspot.com"&gt;WeiErn&lt;/a&gt;, just in case you don't know, I do blog daily, but not here, in blogspot. You do not have to tag me to get me writing, I am always writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you want six random facts about me..? Well, I don't know really. What's so random about me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am easily offended. Sensitive with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. If you tease me once a while, it's fine with me. Just don't prolong it. I &lt;br /&gt;am outgoing, sporting and the everything-in-a-package, but you please, don't go overboard. I have feelings too okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have always wanted to dress femininely,eg. in skirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe my manly ego took over the best of me, and I tried not to embarass myself. Plus, I do not have the kind of body shape to fit into the girly girly dressings. And it would be weird for me to have a sudden change, and people would look at me in a weird manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need love. Let it be from friends, or from the closer friends. I have been single and lonely for almost 2 years now. I do crave for companionship, but aah, it's not easy to find the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have no sexual preferences for my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think, if I were to fall in love with someone my same sex, I wouldn't mind really. I believe love is everything, and mind you, the society is none of my concern. We only get to live once, why torture yourself, finding someone you love, but because of certain issues, we have to go find someone suitable in the society's eyes. If you like someone, and feel comfortable, why not? Go ahead. We only live ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Guys think I am a transexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, a strong and exxagerated word. =) No, guys think I am another guy. I wonder why. Like I dress up the same as my other girl friends, but somehow, they still treat me like another guy. And because of this, I get left out alot. Either I am just another "heng dai" to them, or I am not pretty enough to attract their attention. I have no idea why I carry a guy image, even when I dress up in t-shirts and jeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am spoilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, by my parents. But I am also independent, just alil loved more, compared to the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, WeiErn, I am doing this half-heartedly. Wanna give face only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging 6 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://ruffleseed.com"&gt;kenneth chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://weivern.blogspot.com"&gt;wei vern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/arkinarch"&gt;mel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~chongkz"&gt;jiang mun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://xxmeilingxx.blogspot.com"&gt;mei ling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~chang"&gt;chang eewan, dude.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, there you go. One random entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4135030032189491869?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4135030032189491869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4135030032189491869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4135030032189491869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4135030032189491869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/six-random-facts.html' title='six RANDOM facts'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-940737978347734085</id><published>2007-03-18T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:26:13.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Kinky surprise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My birthday presents get kinkier each year. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043513852070810402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4pIHRxUyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7X_41HS3SzI/s320/DSC01171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carina came in, holding a gift-wrapped box, with a wide grin on her face. Things are getting suspiscious. Together with her, were Sharon, Sheateng and Punchee. I know, something was up. She handed me the box, which I assumed was my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4pOXRxUzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Xji81l3Bauw/s1600-h/DSC01176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043513748991595282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4pCHRxUxI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fL0PmO16WfQ/s320/DSC01172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was asked to express my grattitude by posing in this picture. I couldn't think of the correct expression, and all I could think of how I would look, if I were to have an orgasm. Hahha, no lah, this picture was taken randomly and I find it appealing..hehehe..=) what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043513602962707202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4o5nRxUwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/WzHflo64UNQ/s320/DSC01178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I examined the box in detail. There was a panty-liner stuck on the box, written on top their names: Sheateng, Carina, Sharon, Crescentia and Punchee. I feared that the pantyliner might be used before, but I saw no stain. Ok, contamination ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043513259365323506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4olnRxUvI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3ZGsdae--90/s320/DSC01175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I opened the box slowly, only to find a carrot inside. But it's my carrot! I bought it to cook some time later this week..but what is it doing in the box? Is that some kind of a prank, I asked them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043514135538651970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4pYnRxU0I/AAAAAAAAAsc/6xUUysvZwIU/s320/DSC01176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I supposed to eat it? Or do what with it? I can't do anything with a raw carrot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043512658069902034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4oCnRxUtI/AAAAAAAAArk/_TFTZjghxUk/s320/DSC01177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look what I found, together with the carrot itself. A g-string, with nice flower deco. =) Great, a g-string, which comes with a free carrot..Hmm, whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to everyone who gave me&lt;em&gt; something&lt;/em&gt; during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth for the nice green shirt.&lt;br /&gt;The Ipoh-langs for the nice revealing top and a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Shereen and Hoiwan for the nice ESPIRIT spagghetti strap top.&lt;br /&gt;The Civilians and Huiching for the U2 button-up shirt.&lt;br /&gt;The housemates for the err..g-string?&lt;br /&gt;Pinky for the bracelet (I love it alot, man!)&lt;br /&gt;Peichie for another bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Jiang Mun for the RM25 cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's more to come. Hehhe, and I am estatic about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-940737978347734085?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/940737978347734085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=940737978347734085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/940737978347734085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/940737978347734085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/kinky-surprise.html' title='Kinky surprise?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rf4pIHRxUyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/7X_41HS3SzI/s72-c/DSC01171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6931106250658356339</id><published>2007-03-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T11:17:50.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>I knew it! I just knew it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the confidence to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Kisser?&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/7892325330902606620-6931106250658356339?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6931106250658356339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6931106250658356339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6931106250658356339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6931106250658356339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-knew-it-i-just-knew-it.html' title='I knew it! I just knew it!!'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-997221063189872603</id><published>2007-03-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:13:44.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Meet my new found friend.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s26.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/MOV01816.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-997221063189872603?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/997221063189872603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=997221063189872603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/997221063189872603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/997221063189872603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/meet-my-new-found-friend.html' title='Meet my new found friend.=)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5136968680282436111</id><published>2007-03-12T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T03:39:59.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday (Part Three)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10th March 2007 - Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KeeHui texted me, telling me that they (him, kianchiew, ching shearn) were in YikFoong, buying computer stuffs. Asked me whether I would wanna come out and meet them for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrlcyK3WI/AAAAAAAAAqc/j1R2JQCZqro/s1600-h/DSC01799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040983280292912482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrlcyK3WI/AAAAAAAAAqc/j1R2JQCZqro/s200/DSC01799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they didn't come down to celebrate birthday with me, but only wanted someone to bring them for dinner. So, being a gracious Ipoh-ian, I agreed, told my parents I won't be having dinner with them and out I went to meet them in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall forgive them for being 15 MINUTES LATE from the promised time!! and they dared to be PISSED at me, when I didn't answer the call when I was at home!!..WTH. I walked around Jusco, aimlessly, while waiting for the 3 guys to arrive. 15 MINUTES LAT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrZcyK3VI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CP2ZAnIVm3k/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040983074134482258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrZcyK3VI/AAAAAAAAAqU/CP2ZAnIVm3k/s200/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E!! and for a girl, BIRTHDAY girl to wait for them, it's totally inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner in Sushi King, only to find out that Ching Shearn thought my birthday was a joke all along. He was surprised to find out that it was really my birthday that day. Another WTH.&lt;br /&gt;We went for Sushi King, because Kian Chiew has never been to Sushi King before, because BINTULU TARAK! It was kinda funny as Keehui had to explain to them why are the sushis on the conveyor belt, and what are the purpose of colour plates.. ALAS! Keehui is useful ONE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was ok-ok lah. Conversations were hot. The guys were not. But dinner was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040983387667094898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrrsyK3XI/AAAAAAAAAqk/2FjCAAuxRg8/s320/DSC01802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After dinner, we went for Ice-cream in Macdonalds. KeeHui said he will give me a treat since it's my birthday. I was dissatisfied. I always help him, and all he wanna give me is a RM1.05 worth of vanilla con ice-cream. Mana boleh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around. Until one of the guys decided to go back earlier that night. Oh yeah, Ching Shearn got his ears pierced, for RM5. Cheap eh? He wanted to show his manly side to KeeHui since KeeHui already pierced his, the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left early, leaving me stranded alone in Jusco. Remember when I said they were pretty gentlemen the last time?  Oh, forget it! They absolutely were no gentlemen, leaving me alone in Jusco, not knowing what to do. There was no sms, no calls asking me whether I was alright being alone. Or anything for that matter. I guess they are only polite to PRETTIER GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              ***&lt;br /&gt;That aside. I called Mel, asking her where she was. So overjoyed to know that she was coming to Jusco too. I waited for her, while listening to some show at the centre of Jusco. She came, and off we went to buy some things. We even went to ARCO, to browse around, as we were waiting for the people to come out from the play in Taman Budaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper was at Greentown Corner, with Jiang, Mel, Foo and her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, Yeesan, Jacq and SeongChen who were nearby, came over to wish me Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also bumped into Karmun with her group of friends, namely GinnYit, and Joel, with his girlfriend and some other random guys. Plus, I also bumped into MeiLoo with her group of friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some casual conversation, I was feeling tired and didn't talk much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supper ended about 12.20a.m. and we bid farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5136968680282436111?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5136968680282436111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5136968680282436111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5136968680282436111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5136968680282436111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/20th-birthday-part-three.html' title='20th Birthday (Part Three)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfUrlcyK3WI/AAAAAAAAAqc/j1R2JQCZqro/s72-c/DSC01799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4339578400651085331</id><published>2007-03-11T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T09:46:14.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040707539097541906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQwzMyK3RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vIGpm8YegoA/s200/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up rather early on the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the time when I saw the clock. "8.08 A.M."&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised mum to take breakfast with her.Since it's my birthday, I agreed to bring her for breakfast, and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;I parked my car at bay number 10. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful breakfast together, with alot of laughters and smiles in between.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped her off at home, got myself ready, and off I went to Ipoh Parade where Dai promised to meet up. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708814702828866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQx9cyK3UI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KYdP7kBm0S8/s200/P1070348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I reached Ipoh Parade about 12.20p.m. First time being punctual ('ON THE DOT!'). I went to the agreed venue: Kopitiam and saw no one. I called Dai, only to know, none of them were there yet.&lt;br /&gt;The surprise was over when I saw them walking towards me. They bluntly shoved &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQwGcyK3PI/AAAAAAAAApk/b99StXQ_iSI/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040706770298395890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQwGcyK3PI/AAAAAAAAApk/b99StXQ_iSI/s200/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me aside, asking me to go find place in Kopitiam,whilst they whisked off to get my birthday present. Lol. I know lah, all these tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find Shereen and Mel, where Shereen was developing her "wedding pictu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQxpcyK3TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mZ53fG5xOUQ/s1600-h/P1070343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708471105445170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQxpcyK3TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/mZ53fG5xOUQ/s200/P1070343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;res" in A4 size pulak tu. Hoiwan tagged along, and the 4 of us stood in front of Kopitiam for quite some time. The place was packed with younger kids, and the 4 of us started to discuss the reason why Kopitiam was chosen in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know lah..you like to go yumcha in Kopitiam..somemore go every weekend..now, birthday also mahu celebrate in Kopitiam kah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQugcyK3KI/AAAAAAAAAo8/C8BoYlf_enE/s1600-h/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040705017951739042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQugcyK3KI/AAAAAAAAAo8/C8BoYlf_enE/s320/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged. Obviously I had no say in the choice of place, and I was as clueless as the 3 of them.We even saw Elaine Loh, working as a waitress in Kopitiam. Loh Poh Geok. 3 years my senior. I was the only one, ONLY ONE who remembered her full name, some were worst, they didn't know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News were exchanged. I was greeted with birthday wishes. We sat down and ordered food and drinks when the rest came and joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and catch up with one another. STPM results is coming out on Thursday 15th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took alot of random pictures. Pictures available &lt;a href="http://http://dahines.multiply.com/photos/album/14?mark_read=dahines:photos:14&amp;replies_read=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQvzMyK3NI/AAAAAAAAApU/1WmU9T5_6og/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040706439585914066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQvzMyK3NI/AAAAAAAAApU/1WmU9T5_6og/s200/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even got me a birthday cake. One and only cake this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQvacyK3LI/AAAAAAAAApE/hHWYBF9eIZE/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040706014384151730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQvacyK3LI/AAAAAAAAApE/hHWYBF9eIZE/s200/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Try to be WISE, dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cake-cutting and all, we left. We walked around, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whereas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Comma workers went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;We did drop by Comma first before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040707225564929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQwg8yK3QI/AAAAAAAAAps/204F7jwRVg8/s320/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There, I was forced to try out on the two revealing tops which they have bought for me. Aah, they are only forcing me to wear something which is not going to fit into me..AND they even took nude pictures of me!! Aaarrghhh..and before I forget,the fitting room which I chose to change in, was NUMBER 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently? No, I don't think so. Some powerful force perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQxZ8yK3SI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wfUUZl6olng/s1600-h/P1070350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040708204817472802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQxZ8yK3SI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wfUUZl6olng/s400/P1070350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4339578400651085331?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4339578400651085331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4339578400651085331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4339578400651085331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4339578400651085331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/20th-birthday-part-two.html' title='20th Birthday (Part Two)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfQwzMyK3RI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vIGpm8YegoA/s72-c/DSC01778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7970489218883471098</id><published>2007-03-10T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:17:11.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>20th Birthday (Part One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I initially wanted to do a long entry about my birthday, but it would certainly do the people who made it happen injustice. How can I sum up their effort in ONE entry, which I am pretty sure, most of you out there would prolly just scan through, look at the pictures the most, and then, move along..No, I want you to read every single bit of what I have to say, though I must warn you, this entry might be tad alil boring, as I am only writing down what happened, no other artificials included. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the 9th, the anouncement of Midsem break, one weak break for the whole undergraduate. For most of them who has toiled their hearts out the week before the break, would be delighted to know that they are going to enjoy themselves. For the rest, it would be a week of tormenting, burried with infinite amount of books, and unfinished lab reports to be completed. I am in the group, which I would need to complete all my assignments in addition to reading, since the week after,is going to be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back, about 2pm, only to find out that no one is at home. As usual, dad has come up with the idea of family dinner, in conjunction of my birthday. Their daughter is no longer a teenager anymore. Hallelujah! No more emotional breakdowns, no more throwing tantrums, no more acne breakouts....NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, dad brought us to Indulgence. Kononnya, my favourite place..but then it was mum's. So, I agreed to the idea, and we settled down at 8.15pm.. The waitresses gave us big huge grins as soon as they saw us..they must be thinking that we are crazy..We are there, almost every fortnight..and I am always there with the gang, for cakes and iced water!&lt;br /&gt;The waitress came with the "Tonight's special" board, and explain to us in sophisticated English which I didn't bother listening to. I looked around, figuring out what is there left for me to try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad ordered 4 Kurumato Oysters. But when it came, we felt cheated, as the size is no bigger than my thumb. And most of you would know the size of my fingers..so, you can prolly imagine. One gulp, and the oyster slide into our throats, barely could even taste it. And the waitress told us it tasted a lil fruity..Hell no, I didn't even get to taste a single bit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's order came first, which is the German sausages and also his salmon..(dunno what)..The four of us, finished up the dishes, and find it alright only lah.. Mum's order which is lamb, came next..and yes, the 4 of us sapu habis also..Bro's order came then, with salmon wrapped with seaweed and other garnishings..(called the "pinky panko") and we sapu that too.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, my order didn't come. Apparently the waitress didn't put down my order, thus leaving me with nothing to eat. She came and apologize, saying that they would do it a.s.a.p, but I was heated up inside. I declined her offer to replace a dish, and asked for dessert to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the heavenly dips, which is the strawberries, dipped with rich chocolate. Only 6 pieces of mini-sized strawberries, and they are charging RM18.00 for one plate. Melampau betul!..Aah, i miss Cameron Highlands' trip where I can eat all I want, for a mere RM10..that time, I ate until I got sick of strawberries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them ordered a cake each, and a cup of coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they had a satisfying meal, whereas the birthday girl got no dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I sulked all the way home.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOd-cyK3GI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5CE0iVN9SFY/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040546104161786978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOd-cyK3GI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5CE0iVN9SFY/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOeTcyK3HI/AAAAAAAAAok/_NH9cmge-tQ/s1600-h/DSC01776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040546464939039858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOeTcyK3HI/AAAAAAAAAok/_NH9cmge-tQ/s320/DSC01776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040546765586750594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOek8yK3II/AAAAAAAAAos/Jdcj5bfOL1s/s400/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clockwise: MUM AND DAD, MUA, BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7970489218883471098?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7970489218883471098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7970489218883471098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7970489218883471098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7970489218883471098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/20th-birthday-part-one.html' title='20th Birthday (Part One)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfOd-cyK3GI/AAAAAAAAAoc/5CE0iVN9SFY/s72-c/DSC01774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6511658976287808360</id><published>2007-03-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:19:12.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Growing up is NO LONGER fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfN0mcyK3FI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oHuvYkVUmig/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040500611868187730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfN0mcyK3FI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oHuvYkVUmig/s200/DSC01778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the 10th yesterday. My Day. Alright, 20 years ago, it was MY day. The Day when I was born. It was 8.53a.m. when the doctors performed a C-section on my mum before I was finally out. According to my dad, I turned the wrong way, my chest was facing mum's hole..and they couldn't get me to turn the other way. Thus, mum's tummy has to be cut, and I was taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Myth: They say those who were taken out by C-section are much brighter compared to Natural birth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How true is that? Oh, you tell me, gynae!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left mum with a big stretch mark and a scar over her tummy. It is still visible till now. I get to see it once in a while, when I give mum a headache, and she, on the other hand, will flash me her tummy, telling me how difficult it was for her when she had me. Not to forget, how painful it was.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the guilt sinks in.Everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was the eldest child in the family, everyone sorta loved me very much. Though I was pretty sure, grandpa was expecting a boy instead. Aah! Conservative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 6 months, plans were made. For me. Dad took up his NZ PR and wanted to migrate to Moo-moo land. It would be better for me and the family, (a.k.a mum) and also the future child. Call me lucky, at the age of 8 months, I already had my first flight, all the way down under, okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was settled down in Auckland. Dad went working. Mum stayed home. She sacrificed her teacher job, just to take care of me. (I think she just wanted to take a break from all the teaching-lah). There was no babysitter or nanny for me, because I was the princess of my family, and they didn't trust any of them. Mum took alot of effort taking care of me, because she was rather patient.I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember (surprisingly!) when I was a toddler, I had problems eating my food properly. For example, mum would feed me, and this process takes about an hour for me to finish my food. Apparently, mum would put food into my mouth, and I would "store" the food in my mouth, refusing to swallow it, or to let it go down my throat. It would just be there for like 5-10 minutes, before mum starts scolding and sometimes, threatening to use the cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike now, whenever food OR WHATEVER FOOD that comes along, I would be happily munching down, and even ordering the 2nd portion.. which explains my size and weight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second example would be, I used to cry alot when I was younger. Trigger me alil and there, I would be stuck there crying my lungs out. I can cry for quite a long time.Hehhe. So, when I was in NEW ZEALAND,there was this one time, mum brought me out shopping for grocerries right, and something happened, I started crying. Mum opened a box of cereal, and stuffed them into my mouth. I think it was Honey Stars. (I am not sure!) So, everytime, whenever I started crying, it was either M&amp;Ms, cereal or candy in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, pampered kid. Mum never, NEVER hit me when I was younger. Dad didn't even scold me before. This lasted until HE came into our lives. He, whom I mean, my hell brother. But then, that would be another story. A long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, or flashing back, I realised I have came to change alot. I took a long time eating last time, and now, I can eat faster than anyone, and in bigger portion too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did I end up coming back to motherland in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is the eldest son in the family, and it was important for him to stay in Malaysia, taking care of his parents. So, he came back, bringing his entire family back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am diverging from the topic. It's supposed to be about ME. and not about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much have changed from the past 20 years. Thanks to my mum and dad, for "making out" and then "making me". Dad always told me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It wouldn't be you if we were to have a baby 3 years earlier.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfN0YcyK3EI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tjy64oT9gf0/s1600-h/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040500371350019138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfN0YcyK3EI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tjy64oT9gf0/s200/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank them for it. I thank God, for He made this all happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, afterall, the survival of the fittest among the other sperm heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Note: I am doing another update about how I spend my birthday later. Do come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6511658976287808360?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6511658976287808360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6511658976287808360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6511658976287808360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6511658976287808360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/growing-up-is-no-longer-fun.html' title='Growing up is NO LONGER fun'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfN0mcyK3FI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oHuvYkVUmig/s72-c/DSC01778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7035592097757138714</id><published>2007-03-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:23:46.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily dose'/><title type='text'>Field Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had our field work on Tuesday (6th March 2007) from 8am-12pm. Alright, the day started with a long-winding lecture from the lab assistants who orginated from Indonesia, mostly..and whatever they say, we find it hard to comprehend, and so, usually it's only "uh..uh...." throughout the whole session of lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say, they are pretty helpful and friendly to us, especially the Chinese. It's like they understand how we are treated here, and they are just being a teeny-weeny better to us, to make us feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that day's work was about Detail Surveying, using Traversing skills and some poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only begun work at 9 am, when the assistant has finished explaining which no one really got what he said. We collected our apparatus, and headed down to the wide field we have in Block 14, which happens &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfA_EqW_ppI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6eug2BPzM_k/s1600-h/DSC01744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039597332350346898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfA_EqW_ppI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6eug2BPzM_k/s200/DSC01744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be the Civil Engineering Faculty Block. FOUR groups set out with one intention: To finish as quickly as possible and to outrun the sun that is now being to shine pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30am, the sun was getting pretty hot..even sissy guys are holding umbrellas.. I was pretty cool with the sun, just not so with the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main objective of this lab work is to sketch out the lake in Block 14, as well as sketch the contour lines or something like that lah!..We have to use some poles and this THEODOLITE (&lt;----) machine which is able to calculate the data on its own. That is like so cool okay.. One person has to hold the pole, place it at one specific place and this observer, using this theodolite machine is supposed to collect the data using the theodolite. Oh, just one thing, this theodolite machine costs about RM64 k. It is also named "the waja"..(coz one waja costs around that figure ma!)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfA_-KW_pqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cs3iD35hHl0/s1600-h/DSC01745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039598320192824994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfA_-KW_pqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/cs3iD35hHl0/s200/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, that was half of the size of the lake we were supposed to sketch on the paper..with accurate data..&lt;br /&gt;See, civil engineering is a noble profession which the engineers go under the hot sun, doing something for mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Where to find, where to find, I ask you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBC9qW_prI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FmQJkXPFbFg/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039601610137773746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBC9qW_prI/AAAAAAAAAnc/FmQJkXPFbFg/s200/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot find already lah..&lt;br /&gt;So, other engineering faculties, please don't come and complain about your labs which are held in air-conditioned rooms/labs, please take a look of our lab's condition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I have a colleague who came late to this field work, but brought along a pot of coffee and some sandwiches for her group members..?&lt;br /&gt;So good okay?&lt;br /&gt;Civil Engineers really tahu how to enjoy sakan, enjoy habis-habis even though working under pressure and the hot scorching sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, during our field work, we managed to find some interesting things..&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBEiaW_psI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fXxY8woS-Aw/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039603341009594050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBEiaW_psI/AAAAAAAAAnk/fXxY8woS-Aw/s200/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found alot of ants, scurrying on branches of plants..&lt;br /&gt;What is so special about this?&lt;br /&gt;We had to stand so close to those plants that we were terrified to see the ants climbing onto our poles..and eventually, they will travel to some other places on our bodies...&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to conduct it as quick as possible and then leave the plants and the ants alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBFvaW_ptI/AAAAAAAAAns/TqmfGUh8yBg/s1600-h/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039604663859521234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfBFvaW_ptI/AAAAAAAAAns/TqmfGUh8yBg/s320/DSC01749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we saw something so funny..we saw a monkey..sitting below the shade, while waving hie to us..We were so fascinated that we took pictures of "it"..luckily I was fast enough to capture pictures of him, but also, he didn't run away at the sight of human around "it"..&lt;br /&gt;Lo Behold, damn_drunken_ape..(&lt;----) ..oh, it's ape..not monkey...my bad!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually I did take a picture of myself. How could I pass an opportunity to camwhore right? But the angle taken was bad, and it made me look fat..so fat, that my cheeks look as if they were bulging out from my face...Aah, enough of making me look bad..so..no pictures of me this time around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field work ended at 11.55am.. Burning sun, sensational heat..but it all ended with a bottle of Cola in Pocket C's Into Eat cafe..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7035592097757138714?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7035592097757138714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7035592097757138714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7035592097757138714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7035592097757138714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/field-work.html' title='Field Work'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RfA_EqW_ppI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6eug2BPzM_k/s72-c/DSC01744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6713911320691590963</id><published>2007-03-02T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T07:19:52.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Another Day Out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Actually Civil quite fun one leh..got Teehooi, Angkhian, Shiouting and Harpreet..really brings us entertainment!.." --JhuaLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how busy I am, I have already promised to blog about this. Or else, I will never hear the end of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already planned our day out on Friday. Even the week before, we have already decided to spend a day, enjoying ourselves, before the midsem break starts..(How ironic right?)..&lt;br /&gt;So, we were so hyped over the fact that after Moral Class, we would all be heading down to Ipoh, for a quiet, day out..enjoying ourselves, after the non-stop flow of lab reports has stopped..(for a while!)..However, as I would like to name that particular Friday, "Black Friday" as so many things happened to us on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we were supposed to talk about Buddhism in Moral Studies that day..and those who were interested are supposed to prepare their powerpoint slides, and go in front of the class to present. As usual, I wasn't keen to embarass myself in front of a class of 70 people, comprising of Juniors and Seniors, so I put the work off. Plus, I am a &lt;strong&gt;free-thinker&lt;/strong&gt; and wouldn't imagine calling myself, a Buddhist, as I don't really understand what I am practising with my family members. So, I vowed to sit quietly in class and only listen to what the other Buddhist have to say about this religion.&lt;br /&gt;However, surprises never fail to come to me. As teehooi already prepared the slides till 2am the night before, and she wanted to go out and do a little presentation..but she feared to go out alone, so, as usual, me and Shiouting, the "Yi-Hei" ones, decided to step up and help her out. But mind you, we know nuts about the slides and I know nuts about Buddhism. We went out, and made a fool out of ourselves. During a presentation, it's a PANTANG to read from the slides, but teehooi insisted that it will be alright..but it's just not right for me. So, we sorta had a minor discussion while the presentation was going on..and C.S.L yelled at us, in a good way..asking us what we girls are doing while in a presentation. So, we quickly finished it up, by reading the slides. It was damn embarassing and I know, it was wrong for us to step out at the beginning. I sat in front of the class, looking like a walking clown, while feeling fucking furious inside.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the presentation, C.S.L said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"People, this is why you have to learn Professional Communication Skills. So that you don't read from the slides and you don't argue during a presentation."&lt;br /&gt;(*at that very instance, i rolled my blardy eyes..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In my mind, I just wanna fuck her with a stick! It is not bad enough that we have to go out and do some presentation which I know fucking nothing about, and she had to add in such a sarcastic comment. Like who asked her right?If we are fucking that good, we would be lecturers, instead of students. Fucking woman! I was so angry that I just wanted to throw my newly bought W850i onto her face..that explains how furious I was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, after the class, both Shiouting and I rushed out of class, didn't look at C.S.L a single time. I so wanna bash her up but since she's the one who determines my passing mark of Moral, I have to kiss her ass at least until end of this semester. Fuck her man!&lt;br /&gt;We then walked to the Library, waited for KeeHui to pick us up. Throughout the walk, we were cursing and yelling at the 2 guys, who were so innocently, trying to calm us, and also smiling, pretending that it's alright. KeeHui even offered his ass to be kicked. Awwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Ipoh then.&lt;br /&gt;(TeeHooi was unable to join us due to meetings. Harpreet was just being lazy-lah! So,it was only the 4 of us..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekTyTK2WZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdooaL5RSVM/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037579413050775954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekTyTK2WZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdooaL5RSVM/s200/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekUAzK2WaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0QX7d3GkPdY/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037579662158879138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekUAzK2WaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0QX7d3GkPdY/s200/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037579816777701810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekUJzK2WbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Pk_gDwdU6jw/s200/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We reached Ipoh Parade at about 2, frantically bought our movie tickets and headed for Lunch in sushi King. We initially wanted to try the newly opened Iro-Iro, a new buffet restaurant which costs us &lt;strong&gt;RM28.90++ per person&lt;/strong&gt;..but none of us were willing to pay that much to indulge, so Japanese food it was!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that we actually switched tables for 5 times, only to return to the same old table again.?? The waiter who served us was amused to see that we were so undecided that he left us alone to decide for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was fine, as usual, alot of crappy talks in between..Camwhoring session in between too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVhzK2WdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GDMkXm-cgo8/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037581328606190034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVhzK2WdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GDMkXm-cgo8/s320/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVXzK2WcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VovYYuNxvVU/s1600-h/DSC01705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037581156807498178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVXzK2WcI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VovYYuNxvVU/s320/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVhzK2WdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GDMkXm-cgo8/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekVhzK2WdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/GDMkXm-cgo8/s1600-h/DSC01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keehui and Joshua doing their Gay thing...Shiouting and I, doing the normal friend thing.Keehui and Joshua couldn't tahan..so they had to show their affection in the public..yuucckkk!!..for heaven sake~..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037582466772523490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekWkDK2WeI/AAAAAAAAAlY/0vUVwiIFj14/s400/DSC01707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After lunch, the 4 of us went hunting for my new schoolbag. Hahha, yeap, I need a school bag..saw a few which I like, but it's out of the price range..*hint hint*..&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went for the movie: Protege. Shiouting had a hard time entering the cinema as the movie is rated 18PL, and the cinema attendant had to ask for her ID. The conversation was like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 of us, holding our drinks and popcorn, walking into the cinema happily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.A: Tunggu cik. Umur berapa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.T: hah?You mau tau saya punya umur? Dua puloh! *showing the figure "2" with her fingers..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.A: Betul? IC bak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S.T: hah?&lt;br /&gt;ME: You ingat dia punya umur ada berapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C.A: *After checking her ID*..Enam belas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us were already laughing before the movie starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The movie was fine. Nothing great. Not really that nice to watch also..The jokes were lame..I find it ok-ok nyla..nothing great..&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went back to the car, to the next destination: Tesco. But before that, we managed to stop by at a shop, to KeeHui's interest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037584601371269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekYgTK2WfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OK9GJLIokNA/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, his birthday is just around the corner..ladies, if you have no idea what to get him..errr...*hint*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next stop: Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;They did their grocerry shopping, while I bought random things.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping, it was dinner. Dinner was at Ipoh Garden East, near Fok Tsing. We had normal hawker food, as we were sick of Jusco's food. I bumped into Joel Ong and his girlfriend..rare..rare..&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was like Lunch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekZdTK2WgI/AAAAAAAAAlo/yBRWd3kpAHU/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037585649343289858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekZdTK2WgI/AAAAAAAAAlo/yBRWd3kpAHU/s200/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that we found out that Joshua likes to be scolded by ShiouTing. He finds it entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;/swt..&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is in serious trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was to Jusco for the 2nd movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Oldman@Joshua"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oldman@Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was terrified at the idea of it. Why did we name him Oldman at first?&lt;br /&gt;He only insisted ONE movie, as he get tired after one. And he keeps wanting to go back early. (*huh!*)&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the name OLDMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Shiouting even asked him whether he needs Minyak angin...after the movie..*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie was at 9.20pm..so we walked around first.&lt;br /&gt;Shiouting had her eye on a new handbag..so she went to buy..&lt;br /&gt;KeeHui and I camwhored while she paid for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekaszK2WhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Pwxq75fIAmE/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037587015142890002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekaszK2WhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Pwxq75fIAmE/s320/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Joshua insisted to take the picture for us, he claimed himself a professional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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;Joshua: Come..come, I take for you..&lt;br /&gt;Me: If picture not nice, I smack you!!..&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Don't worrylah..I am professional..&lt;br /&gt;After taken the picture,&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Wah, nice nice..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why I look so fat one??..&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yalah, u look fat..&lt;br /&gt;Me: GRRRRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One thing that I find about this two guys, is that they are rather a gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, they don't walk in front of us girls..letting us to walk first..and while taking the escalator, they waited for us to take it, only then they took it.. it was rather..err..different than the times in campus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037588913518434898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekcbTK2WlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RtZ42yfznqM/s320/DSC01718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037588784669416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekcTzK2WkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/GUkIPish3mI/s320/DSC01717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037588673000266290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekcNTK2WjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fXhH5aL24tQ/s320/DSC01716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037588569921051170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekcHTK2WiI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3emlcHHGWyo/s320/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See..we could even camwhore in the stores..Man..and what the heck with no smoking?!! I totally disagree...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After strolling, we went to the cinema and watched "Ghost Rider." I was so freaking tired that I felt like throwing up during the movie..My head was spinning..and I had to take a short nap in between..Haha, after the movie, they wanted to watch a 3rd movie, and even the OLDMAN wanted to queue up..and I was like, "Whaa???"..Hahha..we ended up going home..Joshua drove us all back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Joshua: Eh, quite fun leh..&lt;br /&gt;S.T: Yeah, OLDMAN..&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Eh, that aunty slept d?&lt;br /&gt;They are calling me aunty now..cis..&lt;br /&gt;ME: .......&lt;br /&gt;ME: Not yet lah!..&lt;br /&gt;K.H: Come, open the bottle of vodka..&lt;br /&gt;ME: Siao?&lt;br /&gt;KH: *Already opened..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great time..good time that only lasts till next week..when the reports are due..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-6713911320691590963?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6713911320691590963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6713911320691590963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6713911320691590963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6713911320691590963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-day-out.html' title='Another Day Out..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RekTyTK2WZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wdooaL5RSVM/s72-c/DSC01700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-3361057746023481705</id><published>2007-02-28T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:36:29.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Blowing my own trombone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReW0V6N-ErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SHK457igdNc/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036630046781870770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReW0V6N-ErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SHK457igdNc/s320/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I thought I was going to play the violin this semester for Modern Music 1.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, so many people were looking for violin too, I was left with no choice, but the brass and wind section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brass and wind, meaning the instruments are only meant for blowing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036628251485541010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReWytaN-EpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ew2PN7lorGQ/s200/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list was almost full when we were able to grasp the list of names and instruments.&lt;br /&gt;The only instruments available were the sax-es and the 3 trombones.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, when situation forces you to a dead end, you have gotta pick what is left.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for TROMBONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music class is held every Wednesday night at 10pm-11.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's one class you are able to skip and pretend that it's non-existant at all, well, you are terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University has made it a rule that each student is compulsory to take 3 CREDIT HOURS of curricular activites.&lt;br /&gt;Activities which you have to attend lectures, and to go for practicals and go for final exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;Usually it would be easy to pass..but sometimes, shit happens for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to my trombone.&lt;br /&gt;I have to take music class, playing the trombone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's a heavy instrument, which requires alot of upper body strength, and strong,lon&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReWzTaN-EqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gQvRwnkJIsk/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036628904320570018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReWzTaN-EqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gQvRwnkJIsk/s200/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't have to lift weights from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even have enough air to blow it.&lt;br /&gt;I think my asthma is gonna return any time soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My notes run out of tune..and I don't even know what's the exact sound for each note I play.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is for 1, you pull like that; for 2, you pull further; for 3, you pull even further...and so forth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think no one knows the exact sound for each note too. There's the flute, the saxaphones, baritones, trumpets, clarinets..and trombone lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, classes go on every Wednesday night, without fail..and if you think I have given up on playing, ..err..all I can say is, I found a reason to go to class every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my inspiration.. hehe..he..sounded so wrong..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036630819875984066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReW1C6N-EsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rV68JG2pMpQ/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--sempat posing lagi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-3361057746023481705?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/3361057746023481705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=3361057746023481705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3361057746023481705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3361057746023481705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/blowing-my-own-trombone.html' title='Blowing my own trombone'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReW0V6N-ErI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SHK457igdNc/s72-c/DSC01691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5015907756062517965</id><published>2007-02-27T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:45:03.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Some things that we can't hope to come back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReTd-GAHMjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BXUqFEnpFL8/s1600-h/Image(743).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036394342139769394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReTd-GAHMjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BXUqFEnpFL8/s200/Image(743).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss having people to call to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to text message to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to look forward to meeting with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to meet during the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone to expect my return during the break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss yumcha sessions..I am so blardy homesick..I just want to wake up and look at myself, that I am not far away from home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I miss you, dear..always do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5015907756062517965?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5015907756062517965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5015907756062517965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5015907756062517965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5015907756062517965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-things-that-we-cant-hope-to-come.html' title='Some things that we can&apos;t hope to come back..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReTd-GAHMjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BXUqFEnpFL8/s72-c/Image(743).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-1340990711808718869</id><published>2007-02-25T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:01:35.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Pictures I am not able to read in my computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFNC2AHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jB0XyGKr_Wc/s1600-h/CNY+at+Goh%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035390569627988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFNC2AHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jB0XyGKr_Wc/s400/CNY+at+Goh%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally found this picture. Taken at Goh's place, on the 3rd day of Chinese New Year..I don't have problem naming everyone, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Above: SingJoo,Yuet Shau,Maylee, Geraldine,MeiYenn,TzyYin,Kyean, PhooiYee, Waiyen&lt;br /&gt;Below: TingYi, Khian, Justin, Goh, Avinesh, TuckFai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was nice to catch up with the ol' ACSians once more. And Avinesh still remembers me..Lol..and to think that I was going to be out of their wavelength..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFMuGAHMhI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_T535UmKWnU/s1600-h/Yeesan%27s+CNY"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035390213145702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFMuGAHMhI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_T535UmKWnU/s400/Yeesan%27s+CNY" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Well, this picture taken at Yeesan's place, by Zhao. As usual, no problem naming everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From left2right: Khian,Mel, Foo,Lydia, Yeesan, EuQueen, YiFang, Karmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFLoGAHMgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PUp-gHF0_6E/s1600-h/CNY+at+Yeesan%27s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035389010554860034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFLoGAHMgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PUp-gHF0_6E/s400/CNY+at+Yeesan%27s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Taken at Yeesan's place too. This time, her part of the house. One happy family. This picture is one of my favourites..so happy..and people here, looking stunningly gorgeous..(yep, including me..!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFLSWAHMfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/b1fvUy-KQSk/s1600-h/CNY+at+GinnYit%27s"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035388636892705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFLSWAHMfI/AAAAAAAAAi0/b1fvUy-KQSk/s400/CNY+at+GinnYit%27s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken at GinnYit's place. We used to be close, back in high school. He and Karmun were both my mummy and daddy..too bad, things are no longer that childish now..However, he remains my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the guy with blue shirt and specs on:&lt;br /&gt;TatWoon, EuQueen,Paul,Jeremy, Yeesan, SeongChen,Khian,JoelOng's GF,Joel Ong, GinnYit,Karmun,YuetShau, KuenChien, (*I don't know his name, but I know who he is..), Wilson (only know who he is that day..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035388396374536674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFLEWAHMeI/AAAAAAAAAis/r_MBtjoXk80/s400/Me+and+Yeesan+at+Sushi+East+(CNY)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, busy eating dinner, and Yeesan, asked me to camwhore with her. Gosh, here I looked so blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder my parents were complaining that I have a lot of friends..I keep going in and out from the house. Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you think I am still not over with CNY, yeap, you are very correct. I am still in the NewYear mood. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-1340990711808718869?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/1340990711808718869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=1340990711808718869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1340990711808718869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1340990711808718869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/pictures-i-am-not-able-to-read-in-my.html' title='Pictures I am not able to read in my computer'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/ReFNC2AHMiI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jB0XyGKr_Wc/s72-c/CNY+at+Goh%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6724957436051360515</id><published>2007-02-22T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:29:11.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>For those who are still sceptical..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rd3e0mAHMcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3G2V9PaJ5ho/s1600-h/Image(862).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034424953605665218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rd3e0mAHMcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3G2V9PaJ5ho/s200/Image(862).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think News travel fast, especially when you stay in a small town, like Ipoh for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was having an online chatting conversation with one of my friend, and out of the blue, he told me that he heard that I have became rather girlish, with the handbag and heels during the New Year, and he wanted to confirm what he heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh MY gawd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has yet to end, and news have already travelled all the way to UK?&lt;br /&gt;OH gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the reason why I didn't want to change so drastically because I am afraid that the week hearts cannot take it..&lt;br /&gt;And if one day, I don on a skirt, I think I will be on the newspaper headlines.&lt;br /&gt;And if I were to be in a dress, I think the radio DJs would be busy announcing it on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not to that extend, but it's certainly heading towards that direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the womanly instincts are slowly seeping in now.&lt;br /&gt;I supposed I bloomed slower compared to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Blame the hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034426860571144658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rd3gjmAHMdI/AAAAAAAAAic/2pjqnI8j6ys/s400/DSC00875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That's ME, Maylee and PhooiYee at Goh's. I am really getting fatter every year..and yes, that's what I have hanging on my shoulder..no photoshop-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6724957436051360515?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6724957436051360515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6724957436051360515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6724957436051360515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6724957436051360515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/for-those-who-are-still-sceptical.html' title='For those who are still sceptical..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rd3e0mAHMcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/3G2V9PaJ5ho/s72-c/Image(862).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2141776116627710725</id><published>2007-02-20T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:53:32.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>CNY part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rduz8mAHMbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wspcpqm7thE/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033814862091202994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rduz8mAHMbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wspcpqm7thE/s400/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RduzmmAHMaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ti9bDVQKoQk/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033814484134080930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RduzmmAHMaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Ti9bDVQKoQk/s400/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-2141776116627710725?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2141776116627710725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2141776116627710725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2141776116627710725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2141776116627710725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-part2.html' title='CNY part2'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rduz8mAHMbI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wspcpqm7thE/s72-c/P1010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-272254530938865548</id><published>2007-02-19T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:09:14.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033299624929472850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RdnfV2AHMVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/czEoKKDV3eo/s400/CNY+gathering+in+EQ%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People has been complaining about my blogpage being abandoned for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Chill okay?&lt;br /&gt;It's the CHINESE NEW year, for goodness sake..&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, and I shall come back with more..but sigh, since there are IMPATIENT people around, a sneak preview of what I have been doing for the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for house-visiting and come back around 1 something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's been lenient these days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I went out for alot of things, but didn't manage to capture any pictures, thus the words and not the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you actually do in Chinese gatherings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink and gamble, of course.&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking in alot of sugar lately, with soft drinks and packet drinks served.&lt;br /&gt;And the only time you get to drink water(as in pure H20), is when the host is being polite and he/she ask you what is your preferable drink.&lt;br /&gt;But usually, if you ask for water only, they will usually say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Har, water only?Come, drink some Pepsi!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like that, may as well don't need to ask right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing which surprises me this year, is that although it's the new year, I have not touched the mandarin oranges a single bit. Hmm, which probably explains why I kept losing my money in gambling sessions. I should perhaps, eat one of those, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year lasts for 15 days, afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plenty of time to go. 3 days down, 12 days to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunion gatherings are starting to scare me a little.&lt;br /&gt;Aunties whom I have not met for almost a year, came to me, asking me when am I getting married.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only 19++, not even touching the twenties yet, and already wanting to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Puh-leeezzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my older cousins are in the same boat too. Same questions being shot to them since they were 24 and above, but hello, I am only 19++, and already preparing me for that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma was being pleased that I actually dressed up for the event, looking girlier, though still in my Levis Jeans.. (Yeap!Dad got me a pair of Levis, and I am not going to wash it, since Keehui and Kenneth said it's VINTAGE if it's not washed!)&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a NIKE handbag, though not entirely lady-like, but I am heading towards that direction, 3 hurrahs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Younger cousins are being nicer.&lt;br /&gt;There's this cousin, who's 5 years old, actually called me "Leng Lui", instead of "Janice che-che"..&lt;br /&gt;Got scolded by her father for being rude, but got a sweet from me, for being honest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad rolls his eyes everytime my cousin calls me. I guess he's just jealous since I am not his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be another day.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and lab reports, remain untouched.&lt;br /&gt;I am so dead...(*choi!!, cannot say words like this...Must say..errr...I am so alivvvveeeee....NOT!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033307523374330226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RdnmhmAHMXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/TX4GD5dyDOI/s400/P2181161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*I have to be grateful that most of my friends are not around, or else, I would die of exhaustion for travelling here and there..On the other hand, I should be thankful that there are people around to accompany me through this festive season and I don't have to think alot..&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Am I looking fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-272254530938865548?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/272254530938865548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=272254530938865548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/272254530938865548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/272254530938865548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RdnfV2AHMVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/czEoKKDV3eo/s72-c/CNY+gathering+in+EQ%27s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8661449771533812954</id><published>2007-02-10T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:31:45.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Avianphobic no more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rc3ynKWu3-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9SnXTFRAvUQ/s1600-h/Image(851).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029943113451233250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rc3ynKWu3-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9SnXTFRAvUQ/s400/Image(851).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our second "Civil Hi-comm" meeting cum dinner tonight in KFC, Batu Gajah.&lt;br /&gt;All 4 Hi Comms were present and minutes were taken by our secretary, Hapreet Kaur.&lt;br /&gt;If I am able to get the minutes soon, I shall post the whole thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scrumptious meal there, after being trapped in the campus for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged our views on certain matters, and was updated with several news which was not noted during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our President, TeeHooi was delegating tasks to the 3 of us, hoping that it would be done a.s.a.p.&lt;br /&gt;Vice President, ShiouTing was as usual, being scary and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still considering to recruit new members, as many of them are looking forward to joining the "Hi-Comm" and was seen, kept asking alot about our meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd meeting was decided to be held in Ipoh, steamboat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The meeting was adjourned at 7.35pm as we had to rush back for a 3-hour lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029942305997381586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rc3x4KWu39I/AAAAAAAAAgg/9ERgtHa5hYo/s400/Image(616).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you..The 4 Hi-Comms of Civil Club.&lt;br /&gt;The important people, the centre of network, and the barrel of laughters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-8661449771533812954?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8661449771533812954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8661449771533812954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8661449771533812954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8661449771533812954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/avianphobic-no-more.html' title='Avianphobic no more?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rc3ynKWu3-I/AAAAAAAAAgo/9SnXTFRAvUQ/s72-c/Image(851).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6918862476964582216</id><published>2007-02-08T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:03:37.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'>Chilling out (picture post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029193160621743986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctIiKWu33I/AAAAAAAAAfI/xFOdYaI26Co/s320/Image(835).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029192924398542690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctIUaWu32I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Sce7j9s9r_A/s320/Image(839).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029191786232209186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctHSKWu3yI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ZbgYBcFLf70/s320/Image(836).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029191528534171410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctHDKWu3xI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ss2eCfHz_Ds/s320/Image(837).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029193461269454722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctIzqWu34I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9vZdFZmQsdg/s320/Image(844).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029193907946053522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctJNqWu35I/AAAAAAAAAfY/ebXZ4c6nS84/s320/Image(846).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling rather fucked up lately. And tired.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired, in fact. Emotionally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Physically Weak.&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps, this blog page is turning to a depressing outlet for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7892325330902606620-6918862476964582216?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6918862476964582216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6918862476964582216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6918862476964582216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6918862476964582216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/chilling-out-picture-post.html' title='Chilling out (picture post)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RctIiKWu33I/AAAAAAAAAfI/xFOdYaI26Co/s72-c/Image(835).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4708982391573601214</id><published>2007-02-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:09:15.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>illegal Investment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS4kWexwYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hVCoRSUktps/s1600-h/Image(828).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027346018701787522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS4kWexwYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hVCoRSUktps/s320/Image(828).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually don't have to say much lah..&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and ye' know, it's a weekend here in Campus, with nothing much to do..&lt;br /&gt;(in actual fact, we have assignments due in a week's time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS6H2exwaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/PURAk_I_Nc4/s1600-h/Image(830).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe another game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;tomorrow...*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a satisfying dinner tonight, but after the "lil genting", there was hunger attack!.&lt;br /&gt;Debated whether to go mamak or not, then finally, don't want to go already lah..coz tomorrow early morning, wanna go breakfast in Tronoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcTAwGexwjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zISWEJ2-0NI/s1600-h/Image(830).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355016658272818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcTAwGexwjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zISWEJ2-0NI/s200/Image(830).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcTBJmexwkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zLeSuGqbdyk/s1600-h/Image(829).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027355454744937026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcTBJmexwkI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zLeSuGqbdyk/s200/Image(829).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027352516987306498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS-emexwgI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ESf_GnH4Im0/s200/Image(831).jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS_OmexwiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/55kbkgsr9i8/s1600-h/Image(833).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027353341621027362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS_OmexwiI/AAAAAAAAAdk/55kbkgsr9i8/s200/Image(833).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS--mexwhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-lGX6ylGp8g/s1600-h/Image(832).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027353066743120402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS--mexwhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-lGX6ylGp8g/s200/Image(832).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carina looking happy while playing the cards; Punchee calling the Ah-long for financial backup; Noni adjusting her glasses to look at the cards clearly; Crescentia guarding her money from us; Me, looking cool and steady..&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* If this gets to the rector, we are dead meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4708982391573601214?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4708982391573601214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4708982391573601214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4708982391573601214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4708982391573601214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/illegal-investment.html' title='illegal Investment.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcS4kWexwYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hVCoRSUktps/s72-c/Image(828).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6185374194294959052</id><published>2007-02-02T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:17:06.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>What do you do on Saturday morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027199491597517122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcQzTWexwUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HUL-HmmkBl4/s400/Image(826).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You would probably wake up late..&lt;br /&gt;Or some of you would wake up early for the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;weekend cartoons..&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might not even wake up at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027199946864050514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcQzt2exwVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_Y-vwXnN2u0/s400/DSC00014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Let me tell you what I would do, if I have the Saturday morning off..&lt;br /&gt;I would spend my time, sleeping..To lose all my eye bags which are now looking hideous on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad..I just don't have that kind of time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have labs on Saturday mornings and even luckier, lectures on Saturday nights.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my weekends, darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027202068577894770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcQ1pWexwXI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oT2ib80nm7w/s400/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No more waking up late on Saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;No more going back home on a Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And no more Saturday cartoons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027201458692538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcQ1F2exwWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/M6yHdiqc6uQ/s400/Image(827).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what gave you the idea that I am happy about it?&lt;br /&gt;Never forget, I have a very misleading smile,..at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6185374194294959052?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6185374194294959052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6185374194294959052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6185374194294959052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6185374194294959052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-do-you-do-on-saturday-morning.html' title='What do you do on Saturday morning?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcQzTWexwUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HUL-HmmkBl4/s72-c/Image(826).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5233160141925870548</id><published>2007-02-02T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:54:07.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'>Thought you should know, I tried my best to let go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcMmQ2exwTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z1NmLQ-hNhY/s1600-h/Image(761).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026903680019972402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcMmQ2exwTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z1NmLQ-hNhY/s400/Image(761).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's getting hard to, being around you;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I can't say;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to have the feelings, and look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not, Coz I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you know, this feelings taking control of me, and I can't help it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026902224026059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcMk8GexwRI/AAAAAAAAAao/ZKYCQZWInAY/s400/Kopitiam2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5233160141925870548?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5233160141925870548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5233160141925870548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5233160141925870548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5233160141925870548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/02/thought-you-should-know-i-tried-my-best.html' title='Thought you should know, I tried my best to let go..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcMmQ2exwTI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Z1NmLQ-hNhY/s72-c/Image(761).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2288980034522879453</id><published>2007-01-31T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:49:17.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Dad's birthday dinner (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's birthday falls on the 1st of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGf6vUA55I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y3bYwWdbGm4/s1600-h/Image(810).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026474490603825042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGf6vUA55I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y3bYwWdbGm4/s200/Image(810).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, since this year's birthday happens to fall on a Thursday, plus it so happens that it's a Public Holiday today, because it's ThaiPussam, I've decided to go home, and have a nice family cum birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am glad that at this age, I am still able to celebrate Dad's birthday together with the whole family around.&lt;br /&gt;I know of many people, whom has lose their dads, due to illness, accidents and age..and I should probably count my blessings that my dad is still pretty much healthy now, despite his heart condition, and his body size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always been pretty much attached to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;They say, usually daughters are closer to their dads, and sons to their mums. This is probably due to the opposite sex attraction, well, I am not too sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to pretend that it was always easy-flowing with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, we used to have alot of disagreements. He would always be the one who wants to sit down and reason it out, and I would always be the one who slams the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGfafUA54I/AAAAAAAAAZw/88OLwVRY4wA/s1600-h/Image(823).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026473936553043842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGfafUA54I/AAAAAAAAAZw/88OLwVRY4wA/s200/Image(823).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; door in the end.&lt;br /&gt;However, our arguments never lasted long.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's always the one who comes pujuk-ing me all the time, apologizing for being harsh on me (but in actual fact, I was the rebellious one!) and I always get to have sushi in the end. (because I love sushi ma!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you that my dad is the best in the world. Noo..that would totally offend alot of people then. But I can tell you that my dad is perhaps, ONE of the best in town.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's someone who thinks of his family first.&lt;br /&gt;Really.., when he went to KL to work when we were way younger, he would always purposely travel to and fro, every weekend, without fail, just to come home.&lt;br /&gt;And when you think that after a long week of hard work in KL, he would probably enjoy resting at home and expect to be treated like king,..oh no!, he would always help out with housework, on top of that, bringing us around in Ipoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGetfUA51I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xod6uVaX2zs/s1600-h/Image(817).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026473163458930514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGetfUA51I/AAAAAAAAAZY/xod6uVaX2zs/s200/Image(817).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were not so well-off in the past, we didn't even have a washing machine at home.&lt;br /&gt;Dad would always be the one who does the laundry, and how does he do that?&lt;br /&gt;He would grab a stool, take a scrub, and actually sit down and scrub our clothes, and then wash them, and hang them.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't allow us to help, the only thing I did was to collect the clothes in, and folded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine lah!,..nowadays, where got men wanna help do housework one??..Even now, with washing machines, they are simply too ignorant to even toss them into the machine, and press a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank goodness for dad, I wasn't choosy in whatever I eat. Even for my brother too.&lt;br /&gt;He's always bringing us to try new food, and even drive up all the way to Penang,just for lunch, or sometimes, all the way to Cameron Highlands, just for the vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, a few times, we even drove all the way up to Genting Highlands, just to have dinner, because the fish there is fresh, and come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to those days, when the times were hard, Dad didn't save on food. What&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGfEvUA52I/AAAAAAAAAZg/J5tihH6EEso/s1600-h/Image(811).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026473562890889058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGfEvUA52I/AAAAAAAAAZg/J5tihH6EEso/s200/Image(811).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ever we wanted to eat, he would bring us and filled our tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad only saved in material things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everytime when we needed something or we wanted something, all we had to do was to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Leave him a note.&lt;br /&gt;He won't get those for us, but to encourage us to "earn" them.&lt;br /&gt;We would do well, academically, and at the end, he would only give us as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;See, he didn't really spoilt us in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whenever I need something, or whenever I have problems, I would always send him a text message.&lt;br /&gt;And he would always reply them.&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me, how many dads out there, who knows how to send a text message, or even read them?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Daddy would actually let you express your anger, and then keeps quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGeUfUA5zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PfGd9rxSpYI/s1600-h/Image(820).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026472733962200882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGeUfUA5zI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PfGd9rxSpYI/s200/Image(820).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whose Daddy would actually bring you for sushi even though it was your fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Maybe we are spoilt a teeny weeny bit..but it's actually how he expresses his love to his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, mum made reservations for 4, in East Ocean Restaurant at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home, dad shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;"COME!COME!! LET'S GO EAT..GO EAT!!AND CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY!!!...COME!!I WANT BIG CAKES!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy..so he's not old at all. He's still young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Phew! That's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGelPUA50I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KNW7IoupVgc/s1600-h/Image(819).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026473021725009730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGelPUA50I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KNW7IoupVgc/s200/Image(819).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on time, and sat down, waiting for our orders.&lt;br /&gt;One thing good about this family is everytime there's a birthday in the family, we always eat, eat and eat good food.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why my diet never works, and why my dad's belly keeps growing each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to take pictures of all the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, took pictures of several ones.&lt;br /&gt;The food was so delicious that I didn't wanna waste time taking pictures of them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dig in, and EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had my first "lou sang" of the year.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;It was nice. East Ocean's Restaurant "lou sang" is always good, and crunchy and their fruits are fresh. Not to forget, the salmon fish is fresh fresh fresh!! Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGd2vUA5yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LPYljDWlFCA/s1600-h/Image(824).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026472222861092642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGd2vUA5yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/LPYljDWlFCA/s200/Image(824).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was also my first time, eating a HUGE PRAWN.&lt;br /&gt;We had a prawn each, and mind you, each prawn cost Dad RM40.&lt;br /&gt;One prawn= RM40 weh.&lt;br /&gt;RM40 means my one week allowance oi!&lt;br /&gt;*sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We initially wanted to take a formal family photo, but the 4 of us are quite busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's with his new project, Mum's with her school work and district work, Bro's with his district competitions and me, with my series and blogpages..Haha, not really. I am just busy with my work lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the photoshoot was put off, and maybe during the holidays, we shall be taking it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum this all up, I love my dad..and I am praying hard, that I can still celebrate his birthday together with the family for many many many many many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Birthday Dad!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, of course, I love you. Even when I sometimes, have sudden mood swings, yet you know, I am a woman, and you know, I am like mum..I have PMS too..so, you aren't mad at mum, and you shouldn't be mad at me too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdpPUA5xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nHvHsRamt6U/s1600-h/Image(815).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;You should be like a man, and understand me too!! okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(*psst..even when I ask for extra cash for shopping, you should also understand wert..when mum asked from you also, you didn't scold...right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdUPUA5wI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jG3kHMU-hxA/s1600-h/Image(813).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026471630155605762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdUPUA5wI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jG3kHMU-hxA/s200/Image(813).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdpPUA5xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nHvHsRamt6U/s1600-h/Image(815).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026471990932858642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdpPUA5xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nHvHsRamt6U/s200/Image(815).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahha, both my brother and I, like to pose the same way. I guess, that's how you identify us as sibblings!&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakkaak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGdpPUA5xI/AAAAAAAAAY4/nHvHsRamt6U/s1600-h/Image(815).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-2288980034522879453?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2288980034522879453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2288980034522879453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2288980034522879453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2288980034522879453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/dads-birthday-dinner-2007.html' title='Dad&apos;s birthday dinner (2007)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RcGf6vUA55I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y3bYwWdbGm4/s72-c/Image(810).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8337238929703150463</id><published>2007-01-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:12:27.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't say I never do this, do that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb_rq_UA5rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IPp12gvad48/s1600-h/Image(807).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025994832951174834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb_rq_UA5rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IPp12gvad48/s320/Image(807).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't try,or didn't dare to, but it just doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I don't look nice in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can no longer say I didn't try, or I look like a guy, because maybe I am not the type for this.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I still not ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8337238929703150463?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8337238929703150463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8337238929703150463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8337238929703150463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8337238929703150463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-say-i-never-do-this-do-that.html' title='Don&apos;t say I never do this, do that..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb_rq_UA5rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/IPp12gvad48/s72-c/Image(807).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-287019375478399901</id><published>2007-01-28T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:39:37.936-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>On I look fat...or I am already fat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb15g_UA5qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2ZsF3YpyOiI/s1600-h/Image(804).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025306366873495202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb15g_UA5qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2ZsF3YpyOiI/s400/Image(804).jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-287019375478399901?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/287019375478399901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=287019375478399901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/287019375478399901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/287019375478399901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-i-look-fator-i-am-already-fat.html' title='On I look fat...or I am already fat...'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rb15g_UA5qI/AAAAAAAAAX4/2ZsF3YpyOiI/s72-c/Image(804).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8266616730921276854</id><published>2007-01-25T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:37:23.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Civilians reunited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, first week of the semester is always laid back for most of the students here in the university.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I mean..there'll only be lectures, and the first lectures would always be introduction to the respective courses, and also a warm welcome from the lecturers to us, the students.&lt;br /&gt;It's only from Week 2 onwards, that the schedule would resumed to the right pace, and soon, the hectic word brings a whole new meaning to the dictionary. The labaratory and the tutorial sessions would begin in week 3, and you should probably be ready for your tests and assignments from week 4 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, so where was I again? ooo...Week 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, today's a thursday..and thursday is probably the busiest day of the week for Civil students, July 05 batch. Or maybe it's only my schedule..Due to the fact that I have 4 hours of lecture and 2 hours of lab session, so Thursday has always been my busiest day of the week. So like last sem's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a lot of freetime today, while waiting for the next class to begin, the 4 of us, meaning ShiouTing, KeeHui, TeeHooi and I, even went to the clinic together, to see the doctor. Well, it was actually me who wanted to see the doctor,..or well, they asked me to..I had a hard time, taking in lunch because the cough was forcing the food to go out from my throat..Aaarrggh..So, 3 of them went into the clinic with me, while I went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, we were bugging KeeHui to bring us for a treat tonight. And the place was "Indulgence". KeeHui even started to hate that word because it kinda freaks him out. =) Hehhe..so, imagine 3 girls kept pestering him to bring us for a treat, he belanja mar!&lt;br /&gt;We had to kepung him and actually put him in an awkward position to bring us down to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even when the 4 of us entered the bookshop, the bookshop man said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Well, look who's here. Charlie and his 3 little angels"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha...So, during Geomatics today, which was the last class of the day, he agreed to go down to have fun in Ipoh, but no Indulgence. He said he wanted to eat something chinese instead. We agreed, since it was rather unreasonable for him to bring us to Indulgence, and we were only joking when we asked him to belanja.&lt;br /&gt;So, the agreed dinner place was "nga choi kai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even pestered Joshua to come join us, and the 5 of us can have fun there, but he was just being responsible as he has a meeting later that night, so he had to take a rain check. But he seems interested in joining, and I kept asking him to push the meeting forward and cancel it. However, he said No. Well..we continued with our plan though, telling him that we shall be thinking of him even when we had the delicious piece of chicken trailing down our throats.&lt;br /&gt;He had to settle for Nasi Goreng Ayam, UTP style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't go for "nga choi kai", but we went straight to Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;We planned to catch a movie so it was better for us to reach Jusco and have dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;Bought our tickets and went to Kenny Roger's.&lt;br /&gt;No chinese style chicken, we went for western style instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken..Hahha..for the sake of my blogpage..&lt;br /&gt;But we forgot to take a group picture..aaah!!! We &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;were rushing for the movie at 9.20 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbjpBfUA5nI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s20ut8phP8k/s1600-h/Image(802).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024021596126373490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbjpBfUA5nI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s20ut8phP8k/s320/Image(802).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbjowfUA5mI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HT7aWUBFDTY/s1600-h/Image(800).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024021304068597346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbjowfUA5mI/AAAAAAAAAXI/HT7aWUBFDTY/s320/Image(800).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024023339883095698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rbjqm_UA5pI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ogQu7PqiQn0/s320/Image(803).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;(* we were all still in our clothes to classes from Morning. I wonder whether we smell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathfinder - the movie we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gory. Scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No story line at all. and it was not suitable for 20-year-olds with weak hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The cinema was cold, and we were practically shivering inside..hoping for the movie to end as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out about 11.10 p.m, in time to catch the next movie at 11.20 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;A love story, also not suitable for people with a weak heart, so we dismissed the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we went for supper in tong sui kai.&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was not nice tonight, luckily I ordered a bowl of red bean, which didn't cause much harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lotsa fun tonight, which kinda brings the problems away for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that Joshua wasn't able to join us, and Harpreet..otherwise, it would be hysterical man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the next movie would be, and yes, Keehui, it would definitely be dinner in Indulgence. So start saving now!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-8266616730921276854?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8266616730921276854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8266616730921276854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8266616730921276854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8266616730921276854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/civilians-reunited.html' title='Civilians reunited!'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbjpBfUA5nI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s20ut8phP8k/s72-c/Image(802).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8110991066074148432</id><published>2007-01-22T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:15:42.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>And so he told me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He told me that he needed someone to talk to., and so, I was the ear he borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the situation he's currently going through. I know this is the time, when he needs someone to listen to his rantings and mournings. The time when he can't be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And how would I know?&lt;br /&gt;I went through this dark zone once..before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him, all I can say is, I see a mirror image of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can only look at him, with my sympathetic glances, but I know, whatever I said, it's not what he wants to listen. He doesn't need advices at the moment. He doesn't need another person that he's wrong. He doesn't need another person telling him what he should or should not do.&lt;br /&gt;He knows what he wants, he just need another person to reaffirm his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged a couple of times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only lend an ear. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could practise what I preached.Wouldn't that be wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;I sounded so convinving. I just couldn't convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;That's like..whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we need more people like us. We are just stupidly Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8110991066074148432?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8110991066074148432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8110991066074148432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8110991066074148432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8110991066074148432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-so-he-told-me.html' title='And so he told me..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6328293623852251317</id><published>2007-01-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:17:59.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Wished that it was the last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, *changEewan..she texted me!!*&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6328293623852251317?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6328293623852251317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6328293623852251317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6328293623852251317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6328293623852251317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/wished-that-it-was-last.html' title='Wished that it was the last.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-9036649540406676322</id><published>2007-01-20T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:59:05.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Things only the Tangs will do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJJbh8UiUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cfH3CURU10s/s1600-h/Image(773).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022157271788194114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJJbh8UiUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cfH3CURU10s/s200/Image(773).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what do you wanna do today? You look...err..not fine.."- Dad&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know..so much is in my mind today..and..i just don't know what to do about it..."- Me&lt;br /&gt;"Is it what of your girly problems again?.." - Dad&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...not really...Just don't know where to start.." - Me&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm....You want to do some driving?" - Dad&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..to where?" - Me&lt;br /&gt;"...Let's go Penang?" - Dad&lt;br /&gt;"I drive?.." - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, don't be jealous or anything lah!..&lt;br /&gt;Today's roadtrip is to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much things in mind, that I needed to clear it, before anything goes haywire inside me. It's actually normal for us to drive all the way down to Penang for lunch at times, or all the up to CameronHighlands just for dinner. Oh Yes..The Tang Family is weird in a very nice way.&lt;br /&gt;I took Dad's car keys, yeap, the Pajero, and went to pick my grandparents up along the way. They were certainly glad that we were going on a roadtrip up north. Plus, their granddaughter is going back to campus tomorrow, so definitely have to enjoy to the maximum before being thrown to hell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were absolutely clueless about where to go,what to do. All I did was picked them up, drove past the toll, and headed all the way to Penang. The day was clear and sunny, so it was perfectly fine for a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;Drove about an hour plus, we finally reached Jawi. Ok, the usual plan,everytime we come down to Penang would be, Jawi --&gt; Bukit Mertajam ---&gt; Air Itam ---&gt; Penang Road ---&gt; Jawi ---&gt; Home (Ipoh) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJHjB8UiOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qgOukkQu-pc/s1600-h/Image(768).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today's plans were also similar. (Coz that's the only route I know, and Dad's not into driving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawi was the first stop. Being teochew nang, grandma and grandpa loves "chai kueh". A type of Kuih, wrapped with "kuchai" or "turnips", and then being steamed for some time before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbI-2x8UiEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LgYnrB6iFQw/s1600-h/Image(768).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022145645311723586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbI-2x8UiEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LgYnrB6iFQw/s320/Image(768).jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbI_wB8UiFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QK4wQqFRU_4/s1600-h/Image(769).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022146628859234386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbI_wB8UiFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QK4wQqFRU_4/s200/Image(769).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't photoshop my pictures, so this is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;This "chai kueh" is wrapped with "kuchai", which according to my grandpa, tastes better than the "chai kueh" wrapped with turnips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the food we had, we then went to Bukit Mertajam to visit our ancestors in this hall, where all the ashes of the "TAN" family were put. There's this something like "hall of fame" gua..and we went to see 'them', and grandpa managed to catch up with one of the relatives there. So, a sudden visit can bring a lot of smiles eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around for about half and hour, then we continued our little excursion.&lt;br /&gt;Went out from Jawi to the highway, crossed the Penang Bridge, and into the city..&lt;br /&gt;Next destination: Air Itam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this place, where grandma and grandpa always visit everytime we go to Penang. They pray there, you know, they do their little stuffs there, praying, giving money for the oil, bless the whole family, burn some josssticks, and off we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Penang road, opposite Komtar, for some local delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022148711918372962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJBpR8UiGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i7sdHD8cOdA/s320/Image(770).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pictures taken after we finished the food. I only realised that I didn't take any pictures, so only managed to take after that. We had 3 bowls of laksa, 2 bowls of "kueh tiao theng", "lobak", 2 rolls of popiah, one plate of "char kuey teow" and 2 bowls of aiskacang.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we just wanted to fill our stomaches with something. Not even eating to be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum saw this shop selling 'bakwa' - dried meat, "Bee Cheng Hiang" or something like that, so we went. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJDaR8UiHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SHF9kwx5dus/s1600-h/Image(777).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022150653243590770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJDaR8UiHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/SHF9kwx5dus/s200/Image(777).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought RM200 worth of meat, but absolutely delicious. The person who tended to us, said that the meat came all the way from Singapore, but I told her, the pigs all came from Malaysia. She kept insisting it's from Singapore, and I told her that Singapore don't have enough land to rare pigs, so the meat is from Malaysia actually. Yet, I know she's still unsatisfied with what I said, but who cares? I am the paying customer, I can say whatever I want. The meat is unreasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;600grams for RM62.90.&lt;br /&gt;So maha expensive ok? Only people like mum would actually buy them. But honestly, compared to the ones in Ipoh, the meat taste absolutely nicer.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove around Gurney street, see whether there are any changes to it. Evergreen Laurel Hotel is still there, the last time I checked in was last year, and yes, they served nice buffet breakfast.=)&lt;br /&gt;I always spend 2 hours there for breakfast, it's worth the pay.&lt;br /&gt;Room's big, spacious and with nice sea-view.&lt;br /&gt;You know, old people, they have to do some stretching after being crammed in the car for so long, so they took a slow stroll along the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing rather strongly, and the black clouds were already gathering. I foresee a long, rain coming up, so I gathered all the old people into the car, and drove off.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJEKx8UiII/AAAAAAAAAUc/KXXMg2DbvfQ/s1600-h/Image(779).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022151486467246210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJEKx8UiII/AAAAAAAAAUc/KXXMg2DbvfQ/s200/Image(779).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJEih8UiJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oFWtiMrqRTE/s1600-h/Image(780).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022151894489139346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJEih8UiJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/oFWtiMrqRTE/s320/Image(780).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sempat cam-whore eh?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was already 4.00pm then,we decided to head to the next destination. There were already drizzlings then. But I drove slowly, back to Jawi.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guessed it right, for Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Jawi about 45 minutes later. On the way, saw a CRV honda did a turtle on the highway, which kinda freaked my grandma out, and she kept asking me to drive slowly. It's either that, or Dad takes over the wheel. However, Dad doesn't want to do any driving, so Grandma had to settle down for me, and she made sure that I don't drove above 90 km/hr. So if you happened to use the Penang highway and you see a slow Pajero passing up, that was probably me, driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then at Cheong Kee's.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, the must-stop destination everytime I come to Penang. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact, that the shop is dirty, and the people who served us speak languages that I do not understand, and they are rowdy, we always tend to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJFxx8UiKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QCjAOfkOGeA/s1600-h/Image(783).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022153255993772194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJFxx8UiKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QCjAOfkOGeA/s200/Image(783).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJGDh8UiLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mVlK7eUY03o/s1600-h/Image(782).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022153560936450226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJGDh8UiLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mVlK7eUY03o/s200/Image(782).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJGoR8UiNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0GC5eCfr0YY/s1600-h/Image(785).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022154192296642770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJGoR8UiNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0GC5eCfr0YY/s200/Image(785).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022153934598604994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJGZR8UiMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mVWMAv8icaQ/s200/Image(784).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bat Jao Yu" -Baby Octopus. Yeesan would absolutely love this man!!..They serve the best baby octopus, and it's nice to chew. Unlike the ones they have in Ipoh..so worth the drive man!!!..&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that's what they serve, you are totally&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJHth8UiPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5JQKPFXoI8U/s1600-h/Image(786).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022155382002583794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJHth8UiPI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5JQKPFXoI8U/s200/Image(786).jpg" border="0" /&gt; wrong..!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIJB8UiRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TpEQ4tvXU8I/s1600-h/Image(788).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022155854448986386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIJB8UiRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TpEQ4tvXU8I/s200/Image(788).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022155532326439170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJH2R8UiQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/AxvCIgOaLfA/s200/Image(787).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIVh8UiSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pTPVoc8A1UQ/s1600-h/Image(791).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022156069197351202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIVh8UiSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/pTPVoc8A1UQ/s200/Image(791).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIgB8UiTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xRxGjMPW9iY/s1600-h/Image(792).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022156249585977650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJIgB8UiTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xRxGjMPW9iY/s200/Image(792).jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know their names of dishes in Chinese. So, use your own imagination whatever the names of the dishes are.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went home, we stopped by this back alley of a shop and bought some kuihs home. The journey back to Ipoh was abit dangerous due to the heavy rain, yet satisfying, with the food that I have consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes, I managed to text &lt;a href="http://whereismyhandphone.blogspot.com"&gt;Vern &lt;/a&gt;telling her that I was in Penang and she replied by saying, "What are you doing in Penang, when the sem is about to start? I am on my way back to campus already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, Vern is just pure jealous lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-9036649540406676322?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/9036649540406676322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=9036649540406676322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/9036649540406676322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/9036649540406676322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-only-tangs-will-do.html' title='Things only the Tangs will do.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RbJJbh8UiUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/cfH3CURU10s/s72-c/Image(773).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-86469730464143849</id><published>2007-01-18T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:07:26.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'>Words from my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyriczz.com/artistsongs.php?artist=Jesse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesse Mccartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just So You Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just cant turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt see you but I cant move&lt;br /&gt;I cant look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just cant turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt see you but I cant move&lt;br /&gt;I cant look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how to be fine when Im not&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feelings taking control of me&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help itI wont sit around, I cant let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I dont want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting hard to be around you&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much I cant say&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how to be fine when Im not&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;And Im wondering why Ive waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;br /&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting here...been waiting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice song, just the song I would compose to someone right now..Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;I think I no longer have to listen to "Patience"-by Take That tonight, I have another great song to listen to now.&lt;br /&gt;FA-LALALLALALALALA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-86469730464143849?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/86469730464143849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=86469730464143849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/86469730464143849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/86469730464143849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-from-my-heart.html' title='Words from my heart'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2015885307842417087</id><published>2007-01-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:27:24.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Found Friend. (Specially for you, WeiJin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra48rB8UiDI/AAAAAAAAATc/e-Q67icN9X8/s1600-h/Image(766).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021017344518162482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra48rB8UiDI/AAAAAAAAATc/e-Q67icN9X8/s200/Image(766).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When words can't express how I am feeling right now, pictures can take over the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra478x8UiCI/AAAAAAAAATU/TwZL2sh02e4/s1600-h/Image(767).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021016549949212706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra478x8UiCI/AAAAAAAAATU/TwZL2sh02e4/s200/Image(767).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47qx8UiBI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0KwTW2Ju9c/s1600-h/Image(765).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021016240711567378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47qx8UiBI/AAAAAAAAATM/f0KwTW2Ju9c/s200/Image(765).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though seem to know her for so many years, yet it's only these few days which I finally know the real her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47cR8UiAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qbd3mWBES-o/s1600-h/Image(761).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021015991603464194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47cR8UiAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qbd3mWBES-o/s200/Image(761).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will never forget the times we spent, texting one another, even talking about random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and the nights when I waited for u in dreamland's entrance, but you kept "fong fei gei" on me..&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra46uB8Uh-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/IRMx9nwgNKw/s1600-h/Kopitiam"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021015197034514402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra46uB8Uh-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/IRMx9nwgNKw/s320/Kopitiam" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47SR8Uh_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Kv45sBTXSC4/s1600-h/Lydia,+Queen,+WeiJin+and+ME"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021015819804772338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra47SR8Uh_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Kv45sBTXSC4/s320/Lydia,+Queen,+WeiJin+and+ME" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realised that you changed quite a lot since the last encounter we had in Maziah.&lt;br /&gt;From a quiet person, you have become more talkative and active. Not to forget, that your looks has changed too, to a better looking person. Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I wished to tell you, but situations doesn't permit, and there are so many things to take into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;After you returned to Melbourne, I hope we would be able to still keep in contact, though it's only a few days, since I know u, yet I kept wanting to know you more.=)&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget my birthdate (103)&lt;br /&gt;Do take good care of yourself, when you are abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, Khian.&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-2015885307842417087?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2015885307842417087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2015885307842417087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2015885307842417087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2015885307842417087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-found-friend-specially-for-you.html' title='New Found Friend. (Specially for you, WeiJin)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Ra48rB8UiDI/AAAAAAAAATc/e-Q67icN9X8/s72-c/Image(766).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6989774594907718318</id><published>2007-01-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:53:28.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>When words fail..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Razsbh8Uh7I/AAAAAAAAASM/zPhGzYguI6w/s1600-h/P9130101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020647642323257266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Razsbh8Uh7I/AAAAAAAAASM/zPhGzYguI6w/s320/P9130101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 months gone.&lt;br /&gt;Almost nearing my new semester.&lt;br /&gt;Just a blink of an eye, and it's time to pack my books, wake up in the early mornings, rush for my classes, come back to steal naps, and then struggle to the wee hours in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, yes, that's normal for University students.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all glam and name, it requires hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 whole months, I have been doing nothing useful and meaningful but use up all Daddy's money instead.&lt;br /&gt;Not only I have not been working part time, or doing any meaningful readings, which I had planned early this holidays, I have been enjoying myself from the beginning to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Till the very last minute of holidays, I will still be in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would ask me, whether I regret my actions.&lt;br /&gt;The time which I have let it flew past by, just by hanging around, doing nothing &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Raztch8Uh8I/AAAAAAAAASU/hKGTHo-M1tw/s1600-h/Lydia+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020648759014754242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Raztch8Uh8I/AAAAAAAAASU/hKGTHo-M1tw/s320/Lydia+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you truthfully, apart from the pain of burning a hole in my wallet, I have no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;During this holidays, I have been doing alot of thinking, and socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who went abroad, have came home for short breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who didn't come home, have surprisingly given me calls, telling me that they miss me and would hope to see me at their place soon.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, means a few thousand gone for airtickets then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the numerous parties which I have attended.&lt;br /&gt;The uncountable yumcha sessions which I was a part of. The frequent times to pasar malams at night.&lt;br /&gt;The money which was gone for smsing and calling, just to meet up for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;And you ask me whether it was worth all the trouble and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip which was long planned by MeiLing and Mel, was finally succeeded. People whom we lose contact since SPM paper was taken, were seen in Cameron highlands.&lt;br /&gt;People who are still taking their breaks from studies, were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the meet-ups I have with my tuition friends from other schools. The BBQ dinner and the yumcha sessions were great to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;The awkwardness of not meeting up for such a long time, didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;We were all like the old times : Jokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned this so many times. The parties were great.&lt;br /&gt;Family dinner during Christmas was the best ever, Dad sneaked in 2 bottles of wines, put them in Mum's huge handbag.&lt;br /&gt;The sleepovers, during New Year's eve, when we spend the whole 24 hours, talking about heart-to-heart stuffs..when I finally knew a new friend: Jiang Mun.&lt;br /&gt;Just barely know her, yet I told her my darkest secret, and was glad to be reciprocated with her trust in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the birthday party for Izzati at her place, with the usual great food that we eat every year without fail.&lt;br /&gt;And the yumcha session after that with Maylee and her gang, whom I didn't meet for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I met up with Wei Ai and Yen Yee, just for breakfast in Bercham.&lt;br /&gt;Things you do, when you miss your friends, you drive all the way from Taman Shatin to Bercham, just to eat some crappy breakfast. However, the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Raztvh8Uh9I/AAAAAAAAASc/a96Rd53LCg0/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020649085432268754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Raztvh8Uh9I/AAAAAAAAASc/a96Rd53LCg0/s320/P1010168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eewan a.k.a Heng Dai had her birthday celebration in Ipoh this year, when all of us were invited.&lt;br /&gt;I am still glad that she called me, and I didn't rejected her invitation. Or else, I wouldn't have met new people whom I knew before, but didn't bother knowing them furthur.&lt;br /&gt;Met new people like the Wei's sisters, Wee Ghee, Sze-En and a few other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah, and I shall never forget the parties with alcohol as part of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall know which crowd to mix with next time.&lt;br /&gt;There's this crowd which continues refilling to her own glass, and also those who kept pouring into your glasses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KL trip,where I spend a night in Foo's apartment with Jiang Mun and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;I can never thank you enough for the hospitality, and the company.&lt;br /&gt;Even meeting up with my long lost NS buddies was good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Days, and so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, all the way from Subang, was Yiling, who came back to her hometown and we met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I miss all of you people out there, who made my 60 days in Ipoh, an interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that things are going to change when we are no longer in a same place, I was wrong.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RazsOR8Uh6I/AAAAAAAAASE/Y1WbWvw6bAs/s1600-h/Us+a+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020647414689990562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RazsOR8Uh6I/AAAAAAAAASE/Y1WbWvw6bAs/s320/Us+a+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company couldn't be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the frequent trips to Indulgence for cakes and the hours we spent there, just drinking Iced water.&lt;br /&gt;The cam-whoring moments we shared..Priceless..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6989774594907718318?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6989774594907718318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6989774594907718318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6989774594907718318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6989774594907718318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-words-fail.html' title='When words fail..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Razsbh8Uh7I/AAAAAAAAASM/zPhGzYguI6w/s72-c/P9130101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2846394270855479758</id><published>2007-01-15T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:06:43.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>When shit happens..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020282406894339970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RaugQB8Uh4I/AAAAAAAAARs/NT7V8lcvooo/s320/Me+and+the+gang+in+KL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When shit happens, you can either count on yourself to wake up, or to count on your friends to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;Let's sink deeper into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to your group of friends, you pour out your feelings, you cry, you sob, you drink, you become sober, you kept insisting that you wanna slit your wrist, you think the world is ending, you think the life you are leading is unfair, you want the world to stop moving, you want, everything your way..&lt;br /&gt;and after all your rantings and moanings, you pause for a moment, waiting for your friends to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something. Not all your friends are going to react the same way. Yes, of course, you hang out together, you clicked together but you certainly, are not the same person. You do not think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend type 1 would probably react:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's the big fuss about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the type of people who doesn't bother what your problems are about. The only reason of their existance in your "group" of people is just to have fun. If you go beyond the fun line, they will probably back out, and go find some other fun people to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend type 2 would probably react:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hmm..what happened? Tell me..tell..tell me lah..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the type who also don't really care about how you feel, but what your problems are.&lt;br /&gt;Nick name: "KEH POH CHI". They are not really concerned about you, but they just want to know what your problems are. You know why? So they can have something to talk about when they have nothing to talk about. These are the type who keeps the daily news running. Possible career to pursue : Reporters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend type 3 would probably react:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hmm..why lah?? what happened??..are you ok?? nevermind la..this things happen..you know what, I used to have such problems, but this is how the way I solved it..(insert the kinds of solutions to your problems)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the type whom you can call your best buds. They are always there for you, lending you their shoulders but some people might not like friends like those. Who are they to tell you what's best for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend type 4 would probably react:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aah. Shit happens. Wake up and be glad that it's over."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is there for me to say more? Realistics.&lt;br /&gt;They don't tell you anything more, they don't advise you what to do, but they make one comment. A sweeping statement, and that's enough for you to realise that it's not a big deal afterall, and trust me, you will be back to reality after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RaumJh8Uh5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/3F_GUD4yJY4/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020288892294956946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RaumJh8Uh5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/3F_GUD4yJY4/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that it's right or wrong, with the way people react to certain kinds of situations. Like I have said, most people do not have the same wavelengths. They don't think coherently. They react to circumstances differently, from what they experienced and how they were brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend Type 4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-2846394270855479758?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2846394270855479758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2846394270855479758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2846394270855479758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2846394270855479758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-shit-happens.html' title='When shit happens..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RaugQB8Uh4I/AAAAAAAAARs/NT7V8lcvooo/s72-c/Me+and+the+gang+in+KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4719546586778028501</id><published>2007-01-12T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T09:08:34.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Eewan's 20th Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RafAJh8Uh3I/AAAAAAAAARY/nWmyMbPJmyo/s1600-h/Eewan%27s+20th+Birthday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019191579690436466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RafAJh8Uh3I/AAAAAAAAARY/nWmyMbPJmyo/s320/Eewan%27s+20th+Birthday+3.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RafACR8Uh2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vQ_6HZhtzr8/s1600-h/Eewan%27s+20th+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019191455136384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RafACR8Uh2I/AAAAAAAAARQ/vQ_6HZhtzr8/s320/Eewan%27s+20th+birthday.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rae_4B8Uh1I/AAAAAAAAARI/bloEYyyCEt8/s1600-h/Eewan%27s+20th+birthday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019191279042725714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/Rae_4B8Uh1I/AAAAAAAAARI/bloEYyyCEt8/s320/Eewan%27s+20th+birthday+2.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I missed *YOU*&lt;br /&gt;Just guess who, will ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4719546586778028501?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4719546586778028501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4719546586778028501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4719546586778028501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4719546586778028501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-missed-you-just-guess-who-will-ya.html' title='Eewan&apos;s 20th Birthday party'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RafAJh8Uh3I/AAAAAAAAARY/nWmyMbPJmyo/s72-c/Eewan%27s+20th+Birthday+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6094233124692018494</id><published>2007-01-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:21:48.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it is a sign.&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A new start, a new life.&lt;br /&gt;A year to forget, A year to accept.&lt;br /&gt;A year to let go, A year to feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Internal Harddisk failed me 2 days ago, and I had to say goodbye to all my series and songs, and pictures, and yes, important documents.&lt;br /&gt;I am in deep shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I am a total idiot for not backing up my system in the first place, but it wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;I kept putting the task off, which I didn't know that the Harddisk will fail me so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to regret now.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time I kept complaining that my computer lags, and the only reason why I didn't want to reformat it is because I want to keep all the things intact inside.?&lt;br /&gt;Aah. I guess this makes the PARTING easier.&lt;br /&gt;They just go, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even say NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily updates available in &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;http://www.tabulas.com/~khian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6094233124692018494?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6094233124692018494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6094233124692018494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6094233124692018494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6094233124692018494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-3282433149492473087</id><published>2007-01-08T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T06:07:16.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's no longer young. Mum's not looking that good either.&lt;br /&gt;The year 2007..which means, As I am growing older, they are growing older too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's health isn't that good from the start. Mum's not good either.&lt;br /&gt;Bro is not helping at all, giving them and me all sorts of headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I might even die of heart failure one day, if I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, a friend told me, "You want to know what's loneliness? You sit down alone, at night and you hear the silence, and there's no one there for you, that's loneliness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled at the line she told me. Is that loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;My definition of loneliness is when MP decided to leave me. That was not only loneliness, there was pain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no one at home since the school has resumed, I sat on my bed each morning, listening to the sounds of silence.&lt;br /&gt;It's scary., really.&lt;br /&gt;How can being lonely, be such a scary thing?&lt;br /&gt;How can someone even love to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you wanna be alone in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if One day, my parents leave?&lt;br /&gt;They aged, and God decided to take them away.&lt;br /&gt;Who would be left in this world with me?&lt;br /&gt;My brother?&lt;br /&gt;And then what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;I am already scared in my thoughts. I can't deal with it if it really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish I may seem to sound, but I wished..I die before anyone does.&lt;br /&gt;In that way, I don't have to deal with deaths, to deal with sudden good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't take it anymore.Not since the ugly breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-3282433149492473087?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/3282433149492473087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=3282433149492473087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3282433149492473087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3282433149492473087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6104955678325056991</id><published>2007-01-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:35:57.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve + New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking a break from the previous long wordy entry, this entry shall be mostly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jiang Mun for her pictures, since I was lazy to bring my camera along this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016044400672476274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZyRzmerjHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wPJeCe-kwyc/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015810342134713362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZu87merjBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Miokz3T2eS0/s320/30rd+%26+31st+Dec+2006+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015810814581115938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZu9XGerjCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/eh67PJZ3Rv8/s320/30rd+%26+31st+Dec+2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015811566200392754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZu-C2erjDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EfWdbZvcMXY/s320/30rd+%26+31st+Dec+2006+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015813404446395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZu_t2erjFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/R8vkc7jdwZE/s320/30rd+%26+31st+Dec+2006+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pictures pretty much summed up about what happened actually. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6104955678325056991?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6104955678325056991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6104955678325056991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6104955678325056991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6104955678325056991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve-new-year.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve + New Year'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZyRzmerjHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wPJeCe-kwyc/s72-c/DSC01477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7720662614210502608</id><published>2007-01-02T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:14:34.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>New Year's eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current song playing on Windows Media Player: CINTA by Misha Omar and Jaclyn Victor.The theme song of the movie “Cinta”.Nice movie. I had tears in my eyes, that explains something, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’ve meant to update about what I did during New Year’s eve, but the connection is a bitch lately, can’t even access to my emails. (!!!!) So, had to resort to writing down in Microsoft Words before transferring this into blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait, the song has changed now.“Dealova” by Dewa. Go get the song somewhere. I can’t stop playing this on my iPod.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alright, so moving on..31st of December 2006.New Year’s eve, which happens to be Izzati’s birthdate too.So, she invited us over to her place to celebrate her birthday cum Hari Raya Korban which fell on the same day.As usual, everytime she calls, I would be the face to go right?&lt;br /&gt;The people who were able to make it to her place were Dai, Me, Lydia, Mel, Meiling, Niza, and Millicent.&lt;br /&gt;Goh was supposed to come, but then, due to Family dinners, she wasn’t there.So, upon arriving to her place, everyone’s eyes were glued to the tv set, watching High School Musical.It was rather rude to go to people’s house, and then watch people’s big big plasma tv right?&lt;br /&gt;So, we diverted the attention to Izzati’s good food, cooked by her mum, of course!We always have the same food, every Raya, so I knew what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now you know why I can never get slim.I always have nice food during festivals here.(Not that I am complaining eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Izzat’s birthdate falls on the 31st of December, we made a statement which kinda fits into her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Yesterday Izzati was 18 (30th December 2006), Today she’s 19 (31st December2006), Tomorrow she will be 20! (1st of January 2006) ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Get it?!!! It was kinda funny though when we said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn’t hang around her place for long, as we had prior engagement. So, we bid her farewell, and left. We, meaning ME, Mel, Lydia and Meiling.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back to my place, got my bag, and left to the Oldtown Kopitiam, the Pasir Putih branch to meet up with the next group of people.[Maylee, MeiYenn, SookMin, Geraldine, Wei Ai, WaiYen, Michelle Tan, Foo Yine, TzyYin, Jin Shyan]Came together with me were Meiling and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015466160635481090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZqD5merjAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/w4q5L4NbJss/s400/DSC00477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were probably the attraction of the kopitiam, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the place, 3 tables were combined to make room for the 10 of us.We took our seats, while the rest took their orders.We did a lot of catching up, considering we only sat there for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone talked so loudly that it was not surprising, if the people were able to listen to what we were saying.&lt;br /&gt;I bet the whole Kopitiam knows who ANGKHIAN is now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Guides do talk rather loudly. Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I must add though, sixth formers look rather feminine now. The way they dressed and the way they looked..Whoa!!(Is perm-ed hair the “in” look now by the way?)&lt;br /&gt;We left early, told ya I was going to be busy eh?&lt;br /&gt;So, Meiling, Mel and I went off early, leaving them to do their little countdown in Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiang Mun was already waiting for us at Meiling’s place.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was that we would be staying overnight at Meiling’s house to do alil countdown session and yes, drinking la.&lt;br /&gt;So, Jiang Mun was overruled and she had to go get food for all of us.. Muahahhaha..(the only Convent Girl ma)&lt;br /&gt;Nolar! Just that we had to go to so many places, and she was almost free la..so she went to buy food lor.&lt;br /&gt;Food that were stuffed into our little tummies were Ikan Bakar ( Jiang kept insisting it is “Ikan Panggang” ) ,Satay, Nyonya Kuih, Lala. Mel’s mum was being nice to fried us noodles and nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were stuffed that night.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few bottles of booze that night: Baileys, Jack Daniel’s and Swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, drank and laughed. We even did two countdowns due to several unforeseen reasons.We had a pre-countdown session wor..It was a mistake as we countdown following Taiwan’s show. It was a big mess up..so, in the end, we did the countdown twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then, proceeded to a little card game, which involved a little money.&lt;br /&gt;Black Jack, played using bets of RM0.10, or RM0.50.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun though, even it was only 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;A little while later that morning, Lydia came to join us, and Jiang Mun kept ushering her to eat non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;When Lydia came, we stopped our little card game, and started to talk abit.&lt;br /&gt;I was then, rolling on Meiling’s mattress,feeling sleepy.And my face was all flushing..haha..nope, I didn’t throw up at all.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was getting tired, but continued talking.&lt;br /&gt;Meiling was the first to give up, and went to sleep while the rest continued yakking.&lt;br /&gt;Beans were spilled, secrets were out.&lt;br /&gt;I think the booze must have gotten to my head then.=)&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, Mel, Jiang Mun and I played Chor Dai Dee, waiting for the time to crawl away.&lt;br /&gt;No, the time didn’t crawl actually, it flew past quite fast as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was we would wake up for Dimsum in the morning at 6, but we talked till 5.30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;No one, except for Meiling were sleeping, so we were in doubts whether to go for dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were relunctant to go, and wanted to sleep but I, I PESTERED everyone to go.Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;Nolar, everyone stopped talking and cleared the place about 5.45 a.m. and then continued to getting ready for Dimsum at 6 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiang Mun was being a jakun that morning.&lt;br /&gt;She kept asking Lydia to drive her Yellow Truck to Dimsum.Haha, it was quite a funny scene, seeing that she has never been on one before, and us, the rest of the MGS girls were used to seeing Lydia in her Yellow Truck right?..&lt;br /&gt;She climbed up to her truck, with Meiling and stood up.She could see on the top of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;So, the 5 of us, headed to Ming Court for Breakfast at 6.am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were skeptical about the Ming Court being opened at such early hours..but I kept assuring them that people are up as early as 5 for dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we then arrived at Ming Court, surprised to see that it was already half-filled.&lt;br /&gt;We took our seats, and went on eating the normal dimsum dish.&lt;br /&gt;The dimsum didn’t taste as nice, and the portions were small.&lt;br /&gt;The bill was expensive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so beria that we then, went to Foh San for a second round of breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, we only ate 4 dishes in Fohsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went back to Mel’s place, and Lydia went home, leaving the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;We quickly arranged the beds, so that we would be able to sleep well before leaving Meiling’s place.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was finally settled, I suddenly made a statement saying that I couldn’t sleep, was feeling full.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up not sleeping then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up, talking about things.&lt;br /&gt;Things which are not to be mentioned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only left at 1 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;24 hours of not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a different New Year’s eve celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;Something different, something unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;We have to do this EVERY YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks Meiling for the place.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone, for the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7720662614210502608?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7720662614210502608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6304566871871660621</id><published>2006-12-30T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:40:58.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>WHAT?!! So fast one year aledi ah?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, I forgot how I started this year.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let me see...I was still in Foundation sem 2 in UTP early January this year.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...let me see.. let me see...&lt;br /&gt;Wait for a minute kay..I have absolutely no idea what I have done for the past 11 months..which explains the saying "A blink of an eye" right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, this is how I feel about the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;A blink-blink of an eye..&lt;br /&gt;How did this year's eve celebration go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014345427188092146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaImVCmjPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ftyC2f9XdyU/s320/P1010262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had a blast in Jin Shyan's place, for BBQ party with the Sixth Formers. I didn't know anyone there,except for a few, yet I enjoyed myself, counting the end of year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall anything significant enough to be mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh, wait wait..Early of the year means my birthday celebration..Yes, that's something worth mentioning there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not lonely during March this year.&lt;br /&gt;I expected to spend time alone, after what happened, and to cry silently but no, I was not left alone. I had a superb birthday celebration in UTP as well as in back in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;One thing which differs from the other birthdays&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; had was the two birthday cakes which tastes absolutely delicious. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaG51CmjMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BtcYsJPv5JM/s1600-h/P1010288.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014343563172285634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaG51CmjMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BtcYsJPv5JM/s200/P1010288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaHTFCmjNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sIB_MMFPuUM/s1600-h/P1010307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014343996963982546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaHTFCmjNI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sIB_MMFPuUM/s200/P1010307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also the year 2006 reminded me that I was not alone in this world; I have my family to begin with, and also supportive friends who were there, by my side when I was feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very same year, that I last stepped into Chemistry Lab in UTP. The end of my "acting" career in Drama class back in Foundation Sem 2. The end of Foundation, The beginning of my Degree in Civil Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJ7VCmjRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Id8KD652SSg/s1600-h/better+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014346887476972818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJ7VCmjRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Id8KD652SSg/s320/better+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJlVCmjQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwyHvhI-Rmw/s1600-h/Drama+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014346509519850754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJlVCmjQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwyHvhI-Rmw/s320/Drama+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJlVCmjQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwyHvhI-Rmw/s1600-h/Drama+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJlVCmjQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwyHvhI-Rmw/s1600-h/Drama+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaJlVCmjQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwyHvhI-Rmw/s1600-h/Drama+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014347291203898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaKS1CmjSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A2-NWRK_5OY/s320/Image(615).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The year 2006, brings in a lot of memories. Happy ones, and a lot of sad ones. The year when we all shifted into V5k, the new block of seniors and we had our fair share of arguments, and laughters. The very year, I brought alcohol back into UTP, the very year I started to puff the first cigarrette, and the very year I had the most frequent mamaking sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaLRVCmjTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GEEFcvuaftw/s1600-h/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014348364945722674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaLRVCmjTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/GEEFcvuaftw/s200/P1010272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaLjVCmjUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WmIgSdbxm0Y/s1600-h/sams+bday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014348674183368002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaLjVCmjUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WmIgSdbxm0Y/s200/sams+bday+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaMUFCmjVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3bonHrIS7vg/s1600-h/P1010185.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014349511701990738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaMUFCmjVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3bonHrIS7vg/s200/P1010185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaMf1CmjWI/AAAAAAAAANE/U0Le5vR5Jqo/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014349713565453666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaMf1CmjWI/AAAAAAAAANE/U0Le5vR5Jqo/s200/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; year when one by one had to fly off somewhere. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNeFCmjYI/AAAAAAAAANU/wUoR9301q0s/s1600-h/P1010323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014350783012310402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNeFCmjYI/AAAAAAAAANU/wUoR9301q0s/s200/P1010323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNJ1CmjXI/AAAAAAAAANM/F72n8eyBgLc/s1600-h/P7110334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014350435119959410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNJ1CmjXI/AAAAAAAAANM/F72n8eyBgLc/s200/P7110334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNzlCmjZI/AAAAAAAAANc/vZD7qQtFR1Y/s1600-h/one+gang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014351152379497874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaNzlCmjZI/AAAAAAAAANc/vZD7qQtFR1Y/s200/one+gang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaOP1CmjaI/AAAAAAAAANk/9u9DkZ_MsIk/s1600-h/P1010976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014351637710802338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaOP1CmjaI/AAAAAAAAANk/9u9DkZ_MsIk/s200/P1010976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The year 2006 was also the year I learned something important.&lt;br /&gt;For what is gone, is never going to be yours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014352668502953394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaPL1CmjbI/AAAAAAAAANs/rGf4z5sponM/s400/Me+%26+ivan(01).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Year 2006, a year which I learnt about people.&lt;br /&gt;The different kinds of people whom I had to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;The different characteristics which I had to tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;The emotional trauma I had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Owh, the year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had our post-class trip. Raya at Izzat's as usual. And the countless hangouts I had with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaQL1CmjcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UHp1fIV-JF8/s1600-h/Steamboat+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014353768014581186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaQL1CmjcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UHp1fIV-JF8/s200/Steamboat+dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaQaVCmjdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iBfAgqQyX-c/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014354017122684370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaQaVCmjdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iBfAgqQyX-c/s200/P1010168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaRjFCmjfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uqSJpAqZisc/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014355266958167538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaRjFCmjfI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uqSJpAqZisc/s200/P1010194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaRVVCmjeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5L3fuMmS-GY/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014355030734966242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaRVVCmjeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5L3fuMmS-GY/s200/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this entry comes in abit too early this year. The fact that I wouldn't be around tomorrow and the day after, and I would wanna you to read this early next year. I am going off to a little drinking session with friends whom I might not see often.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, expect the best to come in year 2007 and may it's fruitful enough.&lt;br /&gt;Have a very nice YEAR end celebration, and yes, enjoy the booze and atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014356744426917378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaS5FCmjgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6XT-paCIN4Q/s400/P1010179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEERSS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6304566871871660621?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6304566871871660621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6304566871871660621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6304566871871660621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6304566871871660621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-so-fast-one-year-aledi-ah.html' title='WHAT?!! So fast one year aledi ah?!!'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZaImVCmjPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ftyC2f9XdyU/s72-c/P1010262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4378065586010214133</id><published>2006-12-27T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:01:23.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>One of those sudden urge to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZN0D1CmjKI/AAAAAAAAALc/HntiwsLwTp0/s1600-h/last+day+of+skul"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013478419319917730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZN0D1CmjKI/AAAAAAAAALc/HntiwsLwTp0/s320/last+day+of+skul" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the new year coming in a matter of days, I can't help but feel a slight excitement running inside me.&lt;br /&gt;However, the new year's arrival would only mean that the results for the previous semester would be coming out soon too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what Dad said was right. In life, you can't always wish for the best, you have to accept the bad too. Or probably the worst.&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole family is in a hyper state now, since the PMR results are out today.&lt;br /&gt;I have my brother who took the exam this year, as well as my other cousin who took together with my brother too.&lt;br /&gt;Results were out today, and yes, both got straight A's. Grandma was in tears, though I kept telling her it was not a big deal to obtain straight A's nowadays, but nope, she was still in tears.&lt;br /&gt;Though it was not any great achievement, but I am just glad that my brother didn't let our family down. Otherwise, I would be tired, laughing at him the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely going to be rich by the end of this week, with all the cash flowing in for him from the relatives and Dad who has just gave him a RM100 note.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing! And like what Michelle always say, "Unfairness!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need cash too, by the way. The Year End Sales are coming to an end soon, and I need to get a few shirts.&lt;br /&gt;With the University just announced that all students are supposed to take Professional and Communication Skills (PCS) and it's one of the core subject like the one, Technical and Professional Writing. Means no running away from formal wear, which means, I would have to don a skirt also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cis. Now my timetable is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone teach me how to wear a skirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4378065586010214133?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4378065586010214133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4378065586010214133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4378065586010214133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4378065586010214133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-of-those-sudden-urge-to-write.html' title='One of those sudden urge to write'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RZN0D1CmjKI/AAAAAAAAALc/HntiwsLwTp0/s72-c/last+day+of+skul' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8373968186522239849</id><published>2006-12-26T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:30:15.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I hate living in a lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hah? Go online nothing to do ah? Go read Angkhian's blog la. Update everyday one..Like newspapers like that..Go la..guarantee got things to read ha..Believe me la!..go.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm..is that supposed to be a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I no longer write that much now. I don't know why but I guess I have a life now.&lt;br /&gt;Another life other than the one I spend my 24 hours online. Kevin did make a comment that I live my life online. Ok, maybe not the whole life, maybe 3/4 of it..but now,..hmm.. I only write when I think it's necessary, or when I had the mood for it.&lt;br /&gt;Go check my &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;www.tabulas.com/~khian&lt;/a&gt;, my other blogpage, and you shall see. My updates are only once in a day. Hmm.. I no longer whine about little things though and if you have read closely enough, you would have also noticed that I no longer curse in my recent post.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's only when I am in UTP, that I use such vulgarity. In Ipoh, I don't even have such vocabulary. See the impact UTP has done to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently Chongkz said that I am gutsy and broadminded, especially in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Wait,let me go check the EXACT meaning in my encarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guts·y&lt;/strong&gt; [gútsee](comparative guts·i·er, superlative guts·i·est)&lt;br /&gt;adjective (informal)&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;courageous: showing courage, boldness, and determination&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;done with emotion: done or performed with a great deal of vigor, passion, or emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;broad-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;tolerant of others' views: willing to tolerate a wide range of ideas and behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha..I guess she must have came across my backdated entries.&lt;br /&gt;Aah, she said it was a compliment though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's things like this which makes you feel appreciated of what you have wrote. It's like you being acknowledged of what you have written. Not like it matters in my case, because I don't really write for an audience, I write because I want to share about how I feel. If you disagree, by all means, leave a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I support homosexuality by the way, I just don't encourage it, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See? I just raised a sensitive issue here, and if you don't like it, then let me know. We can always have a friendly discussion over the net, or over a nicely brewed cup of KOPI kaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I am running abit off track with what I was supposed to write about later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where I can fix this stupid keyboard of mine? It's giving me a headache already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*yes, Jiamin, if you are reading this, just wanna ask you to take care. The flood and all. Your house must be in a total mess..you stay in Taman Segar, Segamat right? Aiya, luckily you are on holidays now, at least you get to help your parents with the shifting and all. Stay strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping spree with Hwan Jean today, and yes, I am totally broke now. Broke! Broke! Broke!&lt;br /&gt;"Ah mui! You must be proud with me. I got a pair of Nike sneakers finally.But i think it looks familiar like yours..hahha, sorry, tight budget, have to buy something cheap for classes in uni. I got myself a sweater and another new wallet. Haih, and and and...pasar malam with Lydia and Eu Queen. Am full now.Gone la my diet! Gone!Gone!Gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYM tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTARACT's proposal is giving me a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;and I had a fun time playing with Lydia's stick last night. It was hard.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This must be one of those random entries I come up with.I really am pointless in writing about how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to new year though. Coming up with another entry about the writer a.k.a me as an opening to year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, till my next entry, which probably be tomorrow, stay good yar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8373968186522239849?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8373968186522239849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8373968186522239849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8373968186522239849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8373968186522239849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-living-in-lie.html' title='I hate living in a lie.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5662189879067351963</id><published>2006-12-25T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T03:20:34.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Diet no longer working temporarily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-yRVCmjII/AAAAAAAAAKk/WdO72M1J5qU/s1600-h/Image(738).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012420921062231170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-yRVCmjII/AAAAAAAAAKk/WdO72M1J5qU/s200/Image(738).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nah, no white Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;Unless Mother Earth decides to give us all a surprise next year, we shall have snow alright?&lt;br /&gt;This year, like EVERY other year, I spend my day in Genting Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a painful and tiring journey from Ipoh to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Both mum and dad went up a day earlier to catch some concert. Aah!Yes, they are wayy happening than their own daughter..&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I, took the bus to Genting the next day itself. I bumped into Yap Yen Yee,together with her friend,and we took the same bus there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why was the journey tiring?&lt;br /&gt;First, I had to wake up as early as 7 am, to make sure everything's ready and done. I had to wake my pig brother up by 7.30 am, get my shower, and by the time we settled down, I had to call the cab, and go to the bus station. At the very last minute, my brother told me that his newly bought iPod shuffle couldn't listen to songs, so I had to quickly switched on the computer, download iTunes for him, and stuff the songs in for him. It was a matter of seconds when we switched off the computer and the taxi arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012411935990647810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-qGVCmjAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z6rrD04Q7cc/s200/Image(741).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We boarded the bus, and I quickly stuffed in my newly received iPod nano. I tried to get some sleep, but my player was playing some random songs which was blasting so loudly that it gave me a headache; a massive one. And I was so close to tears. I took out my headphones, but the pain didn't go away. I slept the pain away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in the skyway station at 12 pm, the driver was efficient!.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the long queue, 4 of us, which includes YenYee and her friend, took the taxi instead. Only RM40 and we avoided the traffic, hassle and we saved time. So, my brother and I reached Genting Resort Hotel, and we found Mum and Dad, standing there, waiting for us. Owh, before that, they kept calling to check on us, whereas I kept reminding them that we are no longer small little kids. Heck! After the new year, I am going to be 20. We checked into our hotel room, and were disappointed to find that the room only has One bed. One bed for 4 of us, and both dad and I are not exactly slim ok? The usual room we stayed in Genting was not available as it was the peak season, and we failed to get the usual room. Dad did online booking and booked the wrong room. Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that didn't occur to us as a problem, at least not till the night. So, we dropped off our luggages, and went for lunch instead. Dad brought us to the Emperor Restauant, just outside he casino and we had our lunch there. Both bro and I were terribly hungry, so we kept ordering dimsum and dishes. Dad kept signalling that we are not in FohSan, Ipoh, and the prices in Genting were trippled or doubled. Yes, things are ridiculously priced in Genting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, Dad and Mum went into the casino whereas the two of us, went walking around to First World Plaza. Took us 1/2 hour to finished exploring, we found nothing new. I opted to walk all the way back to the hotel room, and bro went for gaming. I spend my time, updating my stuffs, and eventually falling into a deep sleep, until, someone rang the doorbell so many fucking times. And when I woke up to open it, I saw the housekeepin lady, inside my room, handing me a fruit cake, compliments of Genting Highlands Resort. I mumbled "thank you" and for a second, I held the fruit cake in my hands. The next second, I put down the cake, and I was like "WTF!". What if we weren't around, and we left things which are valuable in the room. The housekeeping people can come in whenever they want to!. I turned on my laptop, disappointed again to find no WiFi service available in the room, and then decided to watch an episode of "Heroes" when Bro came "ding dong-ding dong".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day, the 4 of us, went for an International Buffet in Coffee Terrance Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;International Buffet was nowhere near "International" if they only serve 'LOCAL FAVOURITES','NYONYA','WESTERN','CHINESE','INDIAN','JAPANESE' food. International means something other than these food which I always come across in buffet, anytime of the year! It was a total different Christmas dinner this year as it was the first time I didn't eat anything "Chrismassy" like turkey, or christmas pudding, or something like that. Instead, I enjoyed the satay they served. Dad quietly brought in a bottle of wine, and the 4 of us, enjoyed ourselves, like every other dinner we sat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uFVCmjBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/otJB-0Ptovc/s1600-h/Image(731).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416316857289746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uFVCmjBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/otJB-0Ptovc/s320/Image(731).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uRVCmjCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0v_ucLkrGG0/s1600-h/Image(730).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416523015719970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uRVCmjCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0v_ucLkrGG0/s320/Image(730).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-umVCmjDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/T95qN0m0fPk/s1600-h/Image(729).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012416883792972850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-umVCmjDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/T95qN0m0fPk/s320/Image(729).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uyVCmjEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cdHOCU17EDA/s1600-h/Image(734).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012417089951403074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-uyVCmjEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cdHOCU17EDA/s320/Image(734).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we walked around Genting, and Dad talked to us (again!) about the philosophy of life. If Chongkz said that Meiling is Confuscious, wait till she meets my dad! Dad was talking about something serious, siap with actions and a lot of facial expression, I suddenly made a remark: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Why you so dramatic one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked at me, didn't know how and what to react. And then, he chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;and I was like "Huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I guess I got the dramatic genes from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we spend Christmas eve together as a family. We did countdown-ing in our rooms, because I didnt want to go out and join the crowd. It must have been pathetic on my side, as everyone is either in a group or in pairs. Come to think of it, have you seen anyone, in some new year's eve party alone?&lt;br /&gt;Aha!. That's my point.&lt;br /&gt;So, Dad bungkus-ed Ciabatta sandwich for all of us, and we opened up another bottle of wine, and yes, we all dropped on our beds till the next morning. Dad, mum and I, shared the queen size bed, while Bro has to sleep on the floor. Muahahaha..Okay, we did the "Paper, scissors, and stone" thing and I won ok? Fair and square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left about noon the next day, only to realize that bro doesn't want to go KL. Damn stupid la him. Wanna go home instead. All my shopping wish, poof-ed! Gone!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to catch up with Yoke Yee who was also spending her holidays there. Hahha, damn no jodoh one ler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i shall end this entry with a little cam-whoring pics of mine..Hahha..yes mar, have to end it with a happier note ge ma..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-xRlCmjFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BU_2-O_m-PU/s1600-h/Image(735).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012419825845570642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-xRlCmjFI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BU_2-O_m-PU/s200/Image(735).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-xzlCmjGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7JWzGsgGjI8/s1600-h/Image(739).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012420409961122914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-xzlCmjGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7JWzGsgGjI8/s200/Image(739).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012420598939683954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-x-lCmjHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pvbpkc3pcWE/s400/Image(740).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was rather lonely this Christmas, and to know that the person you love is spending his/her Christmas night with someone special instead of you, it kinda hurts. Looking at the bright side, the new year is heading this way, hopefully an ending to all and a new beginning?&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray together alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5662189879067351963?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5662189879067351963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5662189879067351963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5662189879067351963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5662189879067351963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/diet-no-longer-working-temporarily.html' title='Diet no longer working temporarily'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RY-yRVCmjII/AAAAAAAAAKk/WdO72M1J5qU/s72-c/Image(738).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6194168721507187515</id><published>2006-12-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:53:46.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>December = A good ending, or a bad start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv2IFCmi8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/cVsmHvhtgnc/s1600-h/127359_yr_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011369629032287170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv2IFCmi8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/cVsmHvhtgnc/s200/127359_yr_feature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The holidays season is here.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Decembers, maybe it's because I know I will have someone special to spend the month with.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not this year.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not this year; which incidentally made the year 2006, my "not-favourite" year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, big deal. I am spending Christmas alone this year.&lt;br /&gt;No sitting by the phone, waiting for phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;No holding hands, waiting for the countdown to start.&lt;br /&gt;No new year kisses and hugs. No nothing to look forward to, in year 2007. No THAT particular someone to begin the year with together.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am spending this holidays with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I am not being thankful, I am just, not used to not having someone special to spend the holidays with. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv7L1Cmi9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/hmhN6OJ9E5w/s1600-h/sl_12578_1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011375191014935506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv7L1Cmi9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/hmhN6OJ9E5w/s200/sl_12578_1_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be away for a couple of days, for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid not, I shall be online though, spending my day and nights in WiFi available cafes.&lt;br /&gt;Probably Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, definitely that cafe. No, wait.&lt;br /&gt;The one in the Resorts Lobby is Coffee Bean. I think I would just have to walk a little furthur up the hill to Highlands to Starbucks then.&lt;br /&gt;Weee!~~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so, just in case I didn't make it obvious enough, I shall be in Genting Highlands,for 2 days, paying Uncle Lim's retirement fund.&lt;br /&gt;Dad will be around, so nope, no entry to the casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it would be shopping. In megacity KL.&lt;br /&gt;I have already planned my journey, my list of things to sapu, and the cash which I have been saving.&lt;br /&gt;There's this Nike sandals which I love, this jacket which I am going to ask Mel pay for, and a couple of things which I would love to get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know girls' instinct when they go shopping, so a few extra dollars, just in case I see anything tempting, to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, this is the season to be jolly afterall.&lt;br /&gt;For the working people, a few days off would do you good, after a whole year round of heavy workload.&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still studying, you probably had a few weeks of nice rest, so the holidays is a bonus to you all, and do have fun during this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Singles, go dress to kill, attend parties then party till you drop.&lt;br /&gt;Couples, can also party, party, party but don't do it when I am around. Go get your own rooms.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have to work during this holiday season, put on a smile, and service me well. Hahha. I know several people who has to work their butts off, even during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas means FOOD to me, other than the gifts and presents.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Chongkz said, "I do celebrate Christmas, just that only they give me presents, I don't give them any."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011379155269749730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv-ylCmi-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/jJJFNXCQPi8/s200/su_31151_2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't celebrate Christmas either. But I do enjoy the mood and food.&lt;br /&gt;Food, especially, because Good Restaurants, serve good wine.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the cheap RM30 wine I see everyday in Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely forgetting my diet during this holidays, to eat like a king, dine like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write more, when I am in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be sitting in a corner of Starbucks, sipping my ever-favourite drink: Ice Blended Caramel, with my notebook on my table, and start typing away.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you would probably see me in some clubs in Genting, getting wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6194168721507187515?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6194168721507187515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6194168721507187515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6194168721507187515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6194168721507187515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-season-is-here.html' title='December = A good ending, or a bad start?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYv2IFCmi8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/cVsmHvhtgnc/s72-c/127359_yr_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-1301590237709625012</id><published>2006-12-20T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:28:28.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entries'/><title type='text'>What phone? Get a clock instead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlpl1Cmi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/WvSeYde1dvg/s1600-h/Image(716).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010652159040457602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlpl1Cmi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/WvSeYde1dvg/s320/Image(716).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, you see this latest handphone in the market and you can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand. The price to pay for gadgets nowadays, atrocious.!&lt;br /&gt;Even Lee Ka Seng has to think properly,even before indulging in such technology.&lt;br /&gt;If it's burning a hole in your pocket, guess what it has done to the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, due to the large demand of phones, and to succumb to people's cravings for gadgets, smart people have come up with a splendid idea. Paying only RM19.90, you can now get the phones you desire. There are a range of models to be chosen, and yes, I promise you, these RM19.90 phones are up-to-date phone models&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I wasn't being honest about the phones. Hey, where got such thing so good one ok?! RM19.90 for one phone, somemore latest model, where to get you tell me? Want to buy the battery also cannot ok?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are replicas of the phones and they are now clocks. Although it's not exactly the same as real phones, but it does resemble your phone, like mine. I am using a nokia 3230, like the picture above. Sweet eh?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlr7lCmi5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LZ5NoGFRU18/s1600-h/Image(717).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010654731725867922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlr7lCmi5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LZ5NoGFRU18/s200/Image(717).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, there's even sony erricson's W550i lookalike! Although the clocks were clearly made in China, and if you would have a closer look, they are not actually as nice as it seems. The product itself has alot of scratches and some even chipped off in certain parts. However, we must give credit to the manufacturers as they went to a great deal of work, seeing the details they put in each clock. Every single button available on each phone models, were also on the clocks itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlsL1Cmi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ebFcRlyh3zM/s1600-h/Image(718).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010655010898742178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlsL1Cmi6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ebFcRlyh3zM/s200/Image(718).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010656217784552370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYltSFCmi7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4vaBvxNKeeY/s200/Image(719).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The names of the "phones" were changed though. Nokia becomes Nokna, Sony Erricson becomes Soni Errisan, and Samsung became something else. I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if you have some cash to spare, and you wanna get something different for yourself, get yourself a "phone-lookalike clock". Get one which looks like your own phone, and perhaps, one day, you might pick up your clock instead. Worst still, you might even mistaken your phone for your clock when your alarm goes off in the morning, and if you have the habit of shutting your alarm by throwing your clock away from you, wait till it happens to your phone.&lt;/span&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/7892325330902606620-1301590237709625012?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/1301590237709625012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=1301590237709625012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1301590237709625012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1301590237709625012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-phone-get-clock-instead.html' title='What phone? Get a clock instead!'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYlpl1Cmi4I/AAAAAAAAAII/WvSeYde1dvg/s72-c/Image(716).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4967223553037019261</id><published>2006-12-18T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:41:26.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Gout-Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's getting old.&lt;br /&gt;He complained that his feet hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to get new shoes, but then, it didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;I went online, do a little surfing, and found this &lt;a href="http://www.faithmeds.com/goutinol.html?utm_source=blogP&amp;utm_campaign=Goutinol"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, which might help him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He kept telling me that he has "Liu-shiun".&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with excess uric acid that you have in your body, which may result in having Gout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;gout [gowt](plural gouts)&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;disease causing swollen joints: a metabolic disorder mainly affecting men in which excess uric acid is produced and deposited in the joints, causing painful swelling, especially in the toes and feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I read more, and there, there was a remedy to solve his Gout Problem.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to order it online, maybe scouting it in a local pharmacist store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Goutinol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the best all-natural Gout remedy on the market today and works fast, within 2 to 3 days, to quickly &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; Gout without any negative side effects. This means a happier you! Used over 3 to 6 months, Gout can be completely reversed. Goutinol has been clinically proven to be 99% effective in soothing the symptoms of Gout without any pharmaceutical drugs and avoid their harsh side-effects. A pharmaceutical-grade product, Goutinol was formulated using the latest nanotechnology to ensure effectiveness. Published clinical studies show remarkable results...complete Gout reversal after prolonged use. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I read about. I think it works.SOUNDS convincing, but then again, you have to use it, to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Getting Dad one soon. Hopefully it doesn't burn a hole in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just read that some of the people used steroid shots to cure this disease. Definitely can't be better than Goutinol.&lt;br /&gt;Go let yourself be free from Gouts. It hurts, according to Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4967223553037019261?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4967223553037019261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4967223553037019261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4967223553037019261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4967223553037019261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/gout-free.html' title='Gout-Free'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8514711772561279727</id><published>2006-12-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:32:06.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Keeping Fit, and losing the ass..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a problem for women for the past decades.&lt;br /&gt;And recently, it has started to be my problem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what Jacq had said about my ass lately in Cameron Highlands, and a few comments from here and there, I've decided that it's about time I start to hit the gyms again.&lt;br /&gt;With my recent entry about me waking up at 5 in the morning to the Polo Ground to do some &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;jogging&lt;/a&gt; in my tabulas, I knew that it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Goh's blog entry about &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;fitness&lt;/a&gt;, I knew &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;Jogging&lt;/a&gt; is simply insufficient, especially to kill the fats around my ass.&lt;br /&gt;I took some time off from my usual reading, to browse through several webpages about &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;losing weight&lt;/a&gt;, and yes, I arrived at the correct page soon after.&lt;br /&gt;I am now practising what I have read. Hopefully it works!!&lt;br /&gt;(and I WANT it to work to fit into my old clothes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;dieting&lt;/a&gt; too. I recently started to skip breakfast, even after a long jog in the park.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was kinda dangerous doing so, but then, I was so determined in losing weight that now, I am suffering from gastric.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;losing weight &lt;/a&gt;is not about dieting, is about a balance diet, plus a lot of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.noexcusesgym.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you shall find out, the wonders of losing weight, being healthy and also staying strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8514711772561279727?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8514711772561279727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8514711772561279727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8514711772561279727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8514711772561279727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-has-been-problem-for-women-for-past.html' title='Keeping Fit, and losing the ass..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4558212171028965748</id><published>2006-12-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:14:06.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYVz_lCmi3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/3fLQcsmYSzY/s1600-h/lepaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009537696631524210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYVz_lCmi3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/3fLQcsmYSzY/s320/lepaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYVwy1Cmi2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1xXWgvTxncs/s1600-h/P1060546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009534179053308770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYVwy1Cmi2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1xXWgvTxncs/s320/P1060546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe that i still have not gotten over Cameron Highland's trip with Highschool peeps.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy week for me, considering most of them are back in town, and I have to go out like almost every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For four consecutive nights, I will only reach home after 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;Since Ipoh's not a safe town anymore, I do freak out most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;But, have to "berjaga-jaga" on my own la..right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18th of December.&lt;br /&gt;Yiling's birthday this time around. Hahha, Happy Sweet &lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;, girl. My 9th year friend from Ipoh, now based in KL.&lt;br /&gt;Some issues do exist in families, but I'm sure crisis will pass very quickly if we know how to handle them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the first crap I have written here. Like I've mentioned in Tabulas, that I have alot to write, but the zest is just not there now. Can sense the monthly cycle coming anytime soon now..and forgive me if I am moodless these days. Ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4558212171028965748?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4558212171028965748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4558212171028965748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4558212171028965748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4558212171028965748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-cant-believe-that-i-still-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYVz_lCmi3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/3fLQcsmYSzY/s72-c/lepaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2995527786319933884</id><published>2006-12-16T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:11:42.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>(ATAN'S) tuition gang BBQ party (annual event)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS8BlCmi1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Po3q7nbjNY/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009335420851751762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS8BlCmi1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Po3q7nbjNY/s200/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been an annual thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, we vowed to make it an annual event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if it means doing it, without him.&lt;br /&gt;Him -- the mean old tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;So, STPM was over like a few weeks back, considering that most of the students are still in Ipoh, pursuing form 6, we decided to have it after the big "S".&lt;br /&gt;The planning was easy.&lt;br /&gt;Took a few phone calls, and a meet-up in JinNaa's place one nice afternoon, and we were set going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7zVCmi0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WiFXeopbZqM/s1600-h/P1010162.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009335176038615874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7zVCmi0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/WiFXeopbZqM/s200/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like every other year, we had this BBQ party in Jin Naa's place.&lt;br /&gt;Well, like a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;However, things went a little different this year.&lt;br /&gt;We decided a change of venue in Taman Siong Choon.&lt;br /&gt;A 10-minute drive away, with your car speed of 60km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;We took the shortcut that not many would know, and we arrived safely, just to get things prepped up.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I have to mention this.&lt;br /&gt;Before the day, Judy and I went to get the stuffs in The Store., well, thanks to Judy for helping me out, but no thanks to Judy for a few screw-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;Jin Naa and her family did the marinating and the satay, whereas Goh did the fish and spaghetti paste.&lt;br /&gt;Simple food for the simple people.&lt;br /&gt;(so we have this kind of food, like every other years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7ZlCmizI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DkwkU6H9ZnA/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009334733656984370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7ZlCmizI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DkwkU6H9ZnA/s200/P1010163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 6 turned up this time around.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them went off to another country, to work.&lt;br /&gt;Some went off to somewhere, for vacation, or to do their shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;So, food which was prepared for 10, had to be finished by 6.&lt;br /&gt;At first, since I knew Judy couldn't make it, I was afraid that it was going to be a boring party..since I clicked better with her.&lt;br /&gt;However, things took a different turn, when I had Bacardi trailling my throat, soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is different this year, is also the location for this year's party.&lt;br /&gt;In Yue Wen's place. Being a future Civil Engineer, I can easily see that her parents spend alot for interior design alone. There is a mini pond inside her house, with golden fish swimming around. I didn't manage to take pictures though, but trust me, you don't even need an engineer to tell you that the house took up a lot of money for furnishing.&lt;br /&gt;And this time around, we did not need any coal to start the fire. We had electrical BBQ pits. And it was a hell lot convenient and easy. All we had to do was switch on the power and we were set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7EFCmiyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0g-naXeEDNA/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009334364289796898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS7EFCmiyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0g-naXeEDNA/s200/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goh was the guest of honour.&lt;br /&gt;She was having an awesome time in Su Ling's when I had to go fetch her, in the middle of the party, with Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;(You think Petronas give free petrol meh?)&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, anyway, the funniest and scariest part was, I took the wrong detour, and we ended up, driving down a stretch overlooking the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the tombs, and I didn't say a word. Even when Elaine kept coaxing me to talk, somehow, I felt an eerie feeling so I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;We immediately took an U-turn as soon as we saw cows.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, kampung road, can la..go straight..erm..,..cows...ok, turn back-turn back..."&lt;br /&gt;Goh was fetched, and yeah, it was another rollercoaster ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6xFCmixI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dea4Ub38quE/s1600-h/P1010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009334037872282386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6xFCmixI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dea4Ub38quE/s200/P1010166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meiloo came later with her partner.&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to taste a few satays, and all of us were eager to walk around the new neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;Houses were nicely decorated inside out, and YueWen told us that at the end of the road, there is this "Ah-long's" house, with a swimming pool inside together with an elevator. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the scarriest part. Inside the house, there were ferrocious dogs, waiting to jump out at any moment.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, Hoiwan's house is a few houses away from Yue Wen's, so we decided to drop by, to say Hello. Grace Cheng was back from Kuantan, Pahang and we managed to catch up. Meiling was also there, to drive them back after a night out in Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;So, there were "hee-hee-hah-hahs" outside Hoiwan's place and back to YueWen's place, there were more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if it's a Girl thing, to ever talk so loudly, and to laugh non-stop. Or is it just the group I always hang out with.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6UlCmiwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kFEZFrWacJk/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6UlCmiwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kFEZFrWacJk/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009333548246010626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6UlCmiwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kFEZFrWacJk/s320/P1010167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ended rather early, seeing that I had to meet up with my cousins all the way from Sitiawan.&lt;br /&gt;PLus, I had some Bacardi down, so I had to drive back early. I didn't manage to help with the clean-up though which I am very sorry about.&lt;br /&gt;Only left Yuewen's place about 12.10 am when they had enough fun of me.There was extra food, so we had a post-party in JinNaa's place the next day. We had spaghetti for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, we bought food for 8, and there was only 6 of us, we had a very expensive BBQ party this year.&lt;br /&gt;Almost a rm30 GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, it's not the money that I am upset about, it's the company. We used to have so much fun, in a large group, and the people who's missing are Judy, LaiYik. So, there's only 2 who's closer to us.&lt;br /&gt;Aih..Harder to group us next year, and the following years, since some of them are heading to S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;And, mostly, we have engineers in this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;Me, doing Civil. Elaine, doing EE and Judy and JinNaa, doing some Engineering courses(soon).&lt;br /&gt;[Only Goh, bad apple, doing Biology]&lt;br /&gt;{so, we can never understand Biology}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009333208943594226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS6A1CmivI/AAAAAAAAAGc/el2YA0xIHj4/s400/P1010168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures are hideous after the sweating and all. Thanks to JinNaa who did all the BBQ-ing and me, sitting around, enjoying the food. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-2995527786319933884?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2995527786319933884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2995527786319933884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2995527786319933884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2995527786319933884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/atans-tuition-gang-bbq-party-annual.html' title='(ATAN&apos;S) tuition gang BBQ party (annual event)'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYS8BlCmi1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Po3q7nbjNY/s72-c/P1010159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-4248579246256115127</id><published>2006-12-14T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:42:42.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partial Emo'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYFveqjBolI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H8ggoNTaw5o/s1600-h/P1060555_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008406833220657746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYFveqjBolI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H8ggoNTaw5o/s320/P1060555_edited.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See, people upload their pictures so small in size. How to see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't seem &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; load the photobucket.com, so I can't put any pictures in Tabulas. Makes my blogpage seems wordy, so have to write here in blogspot. I am tired. Wiped out. Have been out almost the whole day. Totally fully booked till end of this week, and I am starting to get scared going out anymore. I do not want to go out anymore la.&lt;br /&gt;Running low on C-A-S-H. Mummy's not sponsoring. Daddy's not giving. My wallet is burning a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find instant cash. No money liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not in the mood to chat these days. Do not even bother saying "Hie" to me through MSN, because I will get agitated. Just trying to lead my life, with no pesky people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-4248579246256115127?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/4248579246256115127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=4248579246256115127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4248579246256115127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/4248579246256115127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYFveqjBolI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H8ggoNTaw5o/s72-c/P1060555_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-3993636491090479114</id><published>2006-12-13T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:39:34.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cameron Highland's trip with Highschool friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYA1LKjBojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b9bUDIOnkok/s1600-h/P1010251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008061251562086962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYA1LKjBojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b9bUDIOnkok/s200/P1010251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What seem to be thoughts, came to reality 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;On the 11th-12th of December 2006, we had our post-highschool trip with 9 people who cleared that schedule to be together.&lt;br /&gt;People whom were present:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. ME&lt;br /&gt;2. Mei Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Mel&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;5. Dai&lt;br /&gt;6. Karmun&lt;br /&gt;7. Kiranjit&lt;br /&gt;8. Yeesan&lt;br /&gt;9. Jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAvuajBohI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lXz0bn2Gx5w/s1600-h/P1010252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008055260082709010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAvuajBohI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lXz0bn2Gx5w/s200/P1010252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, at 8 on a Monday morning, when all the adult were waking up for work, the 9 of us, gathered in Kinta Bus station, to depart. I, nonetheless, was the first to arrive at 7.45 a.m., when Meiling was about to leave her place. Jacqueline arrived second, while some of them went to the wrong place. Mei Ling spreaded the word that we should wait in Medan Kit, while me being the smart one knew exactly the place we should wait. However, everyone arrived on time, just before the bus set out, and we embarked on our little journey to Cameron Highlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAtDajBofI/AAAAAAAAAEU/opkzOmg_wRU/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008052322325078514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAtDajBofI/AAAAAAAAAEU/opkzOmg_wRU/s200/P1010261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Halfway through, before we even reached MGS, the driver told us that something is wrong with the bus. "Itu brek sudah ikat."-that was what we were told. You should see the bus crawling on a flat road surface at less than 10 km/hr, and Karmun made a statement that even after the traffic light has turned red, the bus will yet to have crossed the road. Right now, the 9 of us were getting worried. How can the bus even go right up to Cameron Highlands at the rate it's moving? It might even slide down the hill! So, we tried reasoning with the driver, telling him to tell his boss to change a new bus. There were a few other passengers, probably amused and annoyed with the hoo-hah that 9 of us created. The driver kept assuring us that it's safe in the bus, only that we would be arriving late in Cameron's. What?! We don't want to arrive late in Cameron's which is the reason why we took an early bus..and now he's telling us that??! So, he dropped us somewhere in Simpang Pulai in one of the offices to call his boss. But his boss was such a mean-ass, hung up on Meiling who tried to explain the situation to him. We continued our journey, trying to figure out a solution to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to reach the highway to Cameron's and the bus had a hard time to go up a slope. A small slope and it's already crawling. So, the driver stopped the bus aside, and we had to wait for 45 minutes for another bus to come take us.&lt;br /&gt;The journey continued, and some of us did take some shut-eyes, due to tiredness. Kiranjit and Dai were busy updating one another, talking loudly in the bus. We were probably dominating the whole bus, considering we talked so loudly, and people were probably laughing silently, at the things we talked about. We only arrived in Tanah Rata about 12 something.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing everyone was searching would be the toilet whereas the both of us, Meiling and I, settled the bill and the tour around in Campus. We managed to find a van together with the driver, to drive us around, with a minimal fee of RM30. Our driver happened to be called 'Balu', an 18-year-old guy who's currently doing his A-levels in KTAR in Setapak. See how well I know him? That's because I sat with him throughout the whole journey. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAuf6jBogI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TW9rEzxKDS8/s1600-h/P1010256.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008053911462978050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAuf6jBogI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TW9rEzxKDS8/s200/P1010256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went for our first lunch in some cafe, with free WiFi. The food was not at all nice, and it was damn expensive. Nevertheless,everyone was so hungry that we gobbled down the food quickly and went to our apartment. Carnation Apartment, just a 5-minute drive from the town. Our apartment was located 5 storeys high, and everyone, except for me, complained about the flight of stairs. I was having no trouble because I do that for the past 4 months, daily. My hostel in UTP is even higher to begin with. Anyway, we chose our rooms, as soon as the door was opened. Karmun, Kiranjit, Dai and I took the Master bedroom, whereas Mel and Sarah took the second room and Jacq and Yeesan took the third room. There was only 2 bathrooms in the whole house. Meiling wasn't sure which room to choose, so she just dumped her stuffs in the master bedroom. We settled down, and went to the living room to tabulate the money. Then, poker cards were brought out and there we were, playing the first game: Chor Dai Dee. At the same time, the tv was on, and DOHA games were the 'in' channel. The aunty who rented us the apartment was kind enough to lend us her ASTRO card, so we were glued to the tv set the whole time. The van was supposed to pick us up 3 hours later, so we had loads of time to kill. Snacks were brought out, the 2 bottles of wine were put into the fridge and cards were taken out. We played all sorts of card games including Heart Attack, Chor Dai Dee and BlackJack. We had a small gambling session, using only RM0.10 for each round of bet. It was only me who was the banker all the time, with Meiling and Yeesan taking over at times. PLayed for a while, and everyone decided to take a short nap before going out that night. Alas, it was so difficult to sleep, being in a cold place and people who were talking ever so loudly, so I dropped the idea of resting and went to wash my face instead. We left the apartment at 5.30 to the pasar malam in Brinchang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYA-CKjBokI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X6FFNU1AXPQ/s1600-h/P1010266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008070992547914306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYA-CKjBokI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X6FFNU1AXPQ/s200/P1010266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The pasar malam sold alot of things, ranging from food to souvenirs which would be nice to be given away. The usual price would be 3 for RM10 or 4 for RM10. Food were ample and I did indulge in a few. Like Honey dipped Strawberries on sticks. I had 4 sticks to be exact. The rest were shocked with what I ate, asking me to stop eating. And also, we saw this shirt with words like " Will work for sex ", cost RM10 each. I wanted to get one, but at the same time, I didn't feel like forking out a red-dollar note. I don't know, but I went for homemade ice-cream anyway. It took RM2 for 2 scoops, I had a rum-raisins and strawberry icecream, which was so rich in cream. Low Fat Cream. We indulge in food till we remember that we still have to keep room for our steamboat dinner. We walked slowly to the restuarant " O.K. Tuck! " when we saw a lot of people. We did stop by at some souvenir shop to look around, because we were still full with what we have eaten in the pasar malam.We only managed to grab our seats around 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAsXqjBodI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5MJR_XeRDjU/s1600-h/P1010294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008051570705801682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAsXqjBodI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5MJR_XeRDjU/s200/P1010294.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a scrumptious meal, which cost us RM15 perhead. It was not a very nice steamboat dinner, only enough to satisfy us. Jacqueling didn't quite like it since she can only take fishballs, so...We however did like it, just for the company. We went back to our apartment early to resume our little chatting session. Everyone took their shower, when all of us sat down to watch "House" on AXN and after that NIP/Tuck. Cards were brought out again, together with the wine we bought. Yeesan forgot to bring the corkscrew so we had a real hard time taking out the cork. It took 4 people, taking out the corks. The white wine was not nice, but the red one was fruity. All of us had our drinks and then, everyone started feeling tipsy. Karmun's face went all red, and she didn't feel well. I kept refilling Mel's and Dai's glass. Dai took sips while Mel drank quite fast. Soon,everyone was feeling tipsy, and that was when we had our "TRUTH OR DARE" game with the spinning bottle. All secrets were let out. Those with questions were all answered. I even answered 2 myself. Man, and then, people were getting bored with questioning and answering, so cards were brought out again. This time, bets were raised, and we had an awesome game. Dai is now known as "Kaki Judi Hitam". =) She got pretty good now, probably can join us during Chinese New Year now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAsAKjBocI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Isl1K6NnJGg/s1600-h/P1010257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008051166978875842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAsAKjBocI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Isl1K6NnJGg/s200/P1010257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;retired rather early, about 2 that night as we have an early day the next day. Mel and Sarah took the living room and Meiling took the sofa. The 4 of us, went back to our room, cam-whore a little with the mirror and started to talk alil. Dai was afraid of the dark, kept asking us to switch on the lights. We all woke up at 8 the next day. Our tour starts at 8.30 a.m. where we had our breakfast in some Indian restaurant. The food is cheap compared to Jarum Emas back in Tronoh, ok? The first stop was in Rose Garden. No one wanted to enter the place due to the entrance fee of RM4. So Balu (our driver) had to take us to the 2nd place which was the Rajoo Strawberry farm. We spend more time in the shop eating strawberries than visiting the farm. I bought myself a big packet of strawberries with honey, with RM6 and I satisfied myself. So, now, I am sick of them already.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAroajBobI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uk24v57OQHA/s1600-h/P1010299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008050758956982706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAroajBobI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uk24v57OQHA/s200/P1010299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Among the places we visited were the Honey Bee farm, the market, the butterfly farm, the Boh tea factory. Only 5 of us went inside the Butterfly farm because the entrance fee was RM5 and I didn't regret a single cent. The things we saw was mesmerizing. And of course, we kept thinking pictures. We do love posing, especially Yeesan, whom we reckoned couldn't live without her camera. We did take alot of pictures together, and we posed alot too. Pictures are available everywhere in the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAq6qjBoaI/AAAAAAAAADs/sSJUMsUWBd8/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008049972977967522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAq6qjBoaI/AAAAAAAAADs/sSJUMsUWBd8/s200/P1010280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, we had a marvellous time together, updating one another about what's happening in our lives. Because we are now distributed all around the globe, this trip served its purpose by putting us together, and to share what we have learned. I was the centre of "attention" in this trip, being made fun by people who ganged up on me. But I know, you guys love me too much, to let me off the hook. I thank you people for that. I shall not forget that Jacq made fun of my big ass during the trip, and everyone started to make fun of it too. Meiling had to remind me that I was fat, which didn't stop me from eating less during the trip. I shall not forget the things we talked about during the "heart-to-heart" cum spin the bottle session which I still remember till today. People who are tipsy talks easily, and I am happy that they talked it out. I told them my private moments about MP too, whom they now know what's making it harder for me to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAqC6jBoYI/AAAAAAAAADc/PYumTwXydPc/s1600-h/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008049015200260482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYAqC6jBoYI/AAAAAAAAADc/PYumTwXydPc/s200/P1010273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We left Cameron Highland's at 3 pm, failing to bid Balu farewell. He was such a great and patient person to have brought us to places, and to stand the noise they created at the back of the van. Only reached Ipoh at about 5 pm. During the journey back, everyone fell into deep sleep, as we were all very tired. We bought alot of vegetables, flowers, corn and stuffs back to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYApyKjBoXI/AAAAAAAAADU/iIKpCRv0QTc/s1600-h/P1010278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008048727437451634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYApyKjBoXI/AAAAAAAAADU/iIKpCRv0QTc/s200/P1010278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am looking forward to the next trip though. I know it's rather impossible as most of them will be leaving the country soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for this trip, it took alot of effort from all parties to come together at one time, to make this trip successful. It's sad to know that some have changed, and also some remains the same. But deep within, we are still the students of MGS, who were once mischievous, and also naughty in heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008047924278567250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYApDajBoVI/AAAAAAAAADE/lFzSfrHdGfg/s200/P1010301.JPG" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7892325330902606620-3993636491090479114?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/3993636491090479114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=3993636491090479114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3993636491090479114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/3993636491090479114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/cameron-highlands-trip-with-highschool.html' title='Cameron Highland&apos;s trip with Highschool friends'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RYA1LKjBojI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b9bUDIOnkok/s72-c/P1010251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-843597154762605900</id><published>2006-12-10T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T05:49:09.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I need to talk to you. I really do. Listen here mum,..I love you, but I am gay "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- Michelle Krusiec, starring as Wil in 'Saving Face' on her coming to the open about her sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, thanks to Goh, I spend my afternoon, watching the DVD which she lend to me. I was skeptical in the beginning, looking at the cover of the DVD, I wasn't sure whether I would enjoy the movie. It turned out that I was wrong. Till now, the movie still leaves an impact on me, and I can't stop thinking about it since. The movie reminds me of Grey's Anatomy as Michelle Krusiec who took the role as Will, who's a surgeon in a hospital. I shall not review about the movie though, as you would be able to google it anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am just amazed with her, coming clean with her Mum in the movie. Being Chinese, living in a strict community in the States, she fears that her mother wasn't able to accept the fact that she's gay.&lt;br /&gt;OK, let's face it. There are gays in this world, there are definitely gays in this country, and probably gays walking in our community around us. But how many come out to the open? How many out there who dares to admit their sexuality in the public?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This country doesn't permit homosexuality. It's against certain beliefs. Which is why it could be difficult for them to come out in the open. If they do, there's the society to deal with. People look at you with different kinds of look, and they judge you almost instantly if you were to come clean. So many of them, the homoS, usually do their thang behind everyone's backs, hiding their feelings, trying to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;There are cases where people only realised their sexuality, after their marriage. Or maybe they choose to ignore their preferences by getting married to someone whom they do not even love in the first place. I find this rather selfish and tormenting as you are surpressing your feelings, true feelings deep within, without letting them out. How many out there, are actually happy with their current partners, because they are afraid to admit the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have friends who found the partners they love and want. They have pledged to stay together forever, even when they are not recognised by the society and the government. They do not need papers to prove their love, certainly they couldn't careless about the people around them. I admire their courage to stand out and stand tall, and tell the whole world that they are, who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the people should learn to deal with all this. Ignoring and pretending that it's not there, doesn't make it go away. I know there are certain beliefs which thinks homosexuality is a big sin or some sort like that.., but what can you do if there are already such cases happening now? Just because these people are different, and they chose to love differently, doesn't make them less humanly than all of us. They are just doing what they are supposed to do: Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-843597154762605900?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/843597154762605900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=843597154762605900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/843597154762605900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/843597154762605900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-to-talk-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5562090216775010130</id><published>2006-12-07T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:25:45.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>Angkhian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXj2EzezDvI/AAAAAAAAABw/tENsEnnot-c/s1600-h/Image(589).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006021548221599474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXj2EzezDvI/AAAAAAAAABw/tENsEnnot-c/s200/Image(589).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian says hie to everyone who comes visiting to her blog everyday.&lt;br /&gt;She's been abit unconsistent in updating, as she needs to juggle between two blogpages a day.&lt;br /&gt;She feels that she has nothing much to write about, even though it's the holidays. Unlike during school period, she has loads to write about, she has inspiration to write, and she has lots of time to spare. She felt that it was during the holidays that she get busy with people, and also to layan her own blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's entry shall be about An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;gkhian herself. What could be more interesting than the writer herself eh?&lt;br /&gt;Angkhian misses badminton very much. It gets her heart pumping and her bloodstreams flowing,when she holds her racquet. However, since no one is currently back in her hometown, who knows how to play a good game of badminton, she has no one to play with, but the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the game tennis, the shuttlecock doesn't know how to return to the hitter. This upsets Angkhian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006014981216603778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjwGjezDoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Kq-NHUEj7Oc/s200/Us+a+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian has been spending alot of time with her friends lately. The ones who have just completed their STPM and those who came back from colleges. Currently, she's waiting for her hengdai to be back, to resume their drinking session at her place. Angkhian seems eager to get herself drunk. Unfortunately, Angkhian's tolerance towards alcohol has gone down recently, as she realised she felt like throwing up after a few sips of Kampai that consists of 6.6% of alcohol. Right now, Angkhian is kinda worried about her trip to Cameron Highlands where her friends are able to make her drunk then. Angkhian has never get drunk before, and she's worried that she might make things ugly then. Angkhian shivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian misses her life in UTP, back in campus. Angkhian is not used to not fighting with her housemates, physically and verbally. On the other hand, she's worried about going back to school, which means results are going to be out soon. Angkhian has a strong instinct that she might have to retake a few papers when classes resumed. That would be scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjxwjezDpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HkRqiuVBvB0/s1600-h/1+of+%C3%A8+buildings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006016802282737298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjxwjezDpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HkRqiuVBvB0/s320/1+of+%C3%A8+buildings2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian misses the times when she has something meaningful to do, like assignments. This will prevent her braincells from dying and becoming like one of her friends, which her intellegence were no longer there. Angkhian misses the times when she hung out with her coursemates from the Civil Faculty, the times when they sat down in the Cafeterias, waiting for time to pass by. Those were the times when she learnt alot,especially from her guy friends. They thought her about positions and also things you can do with animals. Now, Angkhian only sits in front of the computer and also go out with friends. No wonder her friend's intellegence is gone. Now she understands. Angkhian wants to be engaged in a good book, but has no money to afford them. Books these days are atrociously priced. Can actually burn a hole in anyone's pockets, including Angkhian's. One thing which Angkhian is definitely not missing would be the food. Angkhian's not sure about cafeteria food after tasting such luxurious food for the past one week. She had sushi twice last week, and also a lot of yumcha yummy sessions too. So, how would she be contented with cafeteria's food when classes resumed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Like Angkhian said earlier, she can't wait for the trip to Cameron Highlands. She will be seeing Kiranjit, Mel, Sarah, Dai, Meiling, Yeesan,Jacqueline and Karmun and hopefully they will have fun together. 9 girls, conquering Cameron Highlands. Man. We do talk quite loudly, I still remember all the outings we have together. I hope the apartment has a sound proof wall, or else we might be kicked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXj1izezDuI/AAAAAAAAABo/WxYUpLkNHV4/s1600-h/Image(510).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006020964106047202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXj1izezDuI/AAAAAAAAABo/WxYUpLkNHV4/s200/Image(510).jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just can't wait to taste the strawberries. Has been a long time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjxwjezDpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HkRqiuVBvB0/s1600-h/1+of+%C3%A8+buildings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;since she had strawberries dipped with honey and also, with whipped cream. Oh my gawd, what happened to her strict diet which she vowed to follow before the holidays??&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjz-TezDsI/AAAAAAAAABY/45wyd6dpWe0/s1600-h/Image(510).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXjxwjezDpI/AAAAAAAAABA/HkRqiuVBvB0/s1600-h/1+of+%C3%A8+buildings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can't her fat go with the wind also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian apologises for not being able to be herself today. She got highly influenced by Joshua who referred to himself as a third person. She guess she got influenced too. Joshua can be influencial at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angkhian has an appointment with Goh and Jin Naa in Kopitiam in 10-minutes time. She has yet to decide whether to take a shower or not. Kononnya want to save water, but actually she is lazy to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hahha. Angkhian bids farewell to all and wished u peeps a very nice day ahead, although half a day is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Angkhian waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-5562090216775010130?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5562090216775010130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5562090216775010130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5562090216775010130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5562090216775010130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/angkhian.html' title='Angkhian'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXj2EzezDvI/AAAAAAAAABw/tENsEnnot-c/s72-c/Image(589).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-6914003617011397347</id><published>2006-12-07T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T06:30:18.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXgfVDezDmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9aDlq2Kw1VY/s1600-h/Image(496).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005785432394501730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXgfVDezDmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9aDlq2Kw1VY/s200/Image(496).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To admit your mistakes, sometimes, takes a hell lot of courage to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Running away seems to be tempting most of the time, but how many would actually stand against their own fear, and to admit his/her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, would always try to look for a way out before admiting to my own mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I do not really set a good example here, and you have the right to judge my personality, but, like any other ordinary person, I fear judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;**Picture: Piping hot Klang Bak Kut Teh.(random)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;##I miss UTP-ians. Did not hear from them for such a long period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-6914003617011397347?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/6914003617011397347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=6914003617011397347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6914003617011397347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/6914003617011397347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/RXgfVDezDmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9aDlq2Kw1VY/s72-c/Image(496).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-2674936319239996330</id><published>2006-12-04T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T07:14:39.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The taboo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I have been thinking about sex lately.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, you have seen it right, I just mentioned the word 'sex'..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah-yeah..S-E-X..the taboo word..&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, it's the sorta thing people think of, when you have nothing else better to do. Well, alright, not EVERYONE thinks about sex when they are free, it's just me..and my hormones lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm, what made me think of sex lately then? Apart from my excess free time these days, blame my raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, do not think about sex like a pervert. I just think of the word. That's all. Harmless thoughts I have, ok? Not those hamsup lou's thoughts which have full of pretty girls being fucked in different styles.&lt;br /&gt;I just think about sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, something did trigger me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall not deny that I have not watch porn, neither would I pretend that it's a yucky thing to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's absolutely, perfectly, and totally normal for one person to be curious with how babies are formed. Or maybe the process of making them, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Because back in Form 3, my science teacher didn't show me no tape to watch, that's why, when I first watched dirty movies, it was..wayyyyyyyy back in erm...I am not so sure..probably..in Form 1, when I was 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please do not be startled at the mere age of 13..I know some people who watch, even when they are 7 years old. So, I kinda grew up, not knowing much, till the age of 13.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;A friend of mine, lend me his collection. Ok, not to say collection, because one man's collection is never enough. I know of one guy..(that would be an understatement, a few guys.. ) who purposely have one extra harddisk to store all these kind of crap. One harddisk consist of 320gb in size.&lt;br /&gt;[Shall I say more then?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have gotten used to dirty scenes, a.k.a porn. Everytime I watch,it would be a torture actually. As a matter of fact, I do not see the point of watching anymore, only to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the times when my friends actually watched porn while I was studying.&lt;br /&gt;So many "oohh--aaahhsss" but I was sorta immuned to it already. There was even one GIRL who was actually eating red bean dessert while watching. Okayyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Lost the meaning of porn huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've always told my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Girls watch porn because they want to know. Guys watch, because they want to errrkk!!!...do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;However, what I wanna write today, has nothing to do with porn.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I went online in MIRC a few days back, connecting to DALNET,Mesra KL.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the channels I go in, would be IPOH and CHINESE. Nope, I don't go into any kinky channels such as SEX..or something that sort. I go to decent channels ok??&lt;br /&gt;I know, don't be surprised. MIRC is so ICQ-ish. So a decade ago. But I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few people always pm me, asking me the same thing all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"are you m/f?"&lt;br /&gt;"asl plz?"&lt;br /&gt;"you have bf?"&lt;br /&gt;"are you an open-minded chatter?"&lt;br /&gt;"what do you think of sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and the rest is history. The same questions pop up every time I get connected that I wished I saved my answers somewhere, and just paste the same answer every time I come online. However, one 'GUY' caught my eye 2 days back. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"can I see your pic?"&lt;br /&gt;"do you mind if we meet up, and I touching a bit of you?"&lt;br /&gt;"nevermind la, we won't have sex one, all I want is to touch and lick you xxx"&lt;br /&gt;"I promise I won't make love to you, just want to have that feeling"&lt;br /&gt;"if you don't want, then can you do it on me instead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I felt like laughing my ass off. And throughout the conversation, all I said was.."urm", "uh-huh", "NO", " Hell No!". The other guy seemed to be getting out of hand, so I closed the window and signed off from MIRC. I wasn't scared. I wasn't intimidated. I felt weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I kept thinking what if I was one of those innocent and naive, attention-seeking, love-deprieved young girls? Will they respond to these chatters? Will they actually meet up with them, and let them 'touching'  without making love ? The guy kept assuring me that it's gonna be safe, coz he's going to bring along a condom for protection. I mean, like WTH?!! What if those naive yet stupid girls, fall for these men.? What's gonna happen to them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I am rather conservative and traditional-like. I do not sleep around like some people whom I know of. But do not get me wrong, I have nothing against pre-marital sex. I mean, if you found someone you like, and you think that it's the right time to bring the relationship a step ahead, by all means, go ahead. Do what you wanna do. But remember, the consequences are to be taken into responsibility. It's not a total 100% protection even if u do use a dom-dom.&lt;br /&gt;Some might wanna save it for their husbands only. Some might wanna have some fun. Well, we just can't decide for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-2674936319239996330?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/2674936319239996330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=2674936319239996330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2674936319239996330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/2674936319239996330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/taboo.html' title='The taboo.'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7816310939506922358</id><published>2006-12-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:49:55.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Frustrated..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="undefined"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Who needs them?&lt;br /&gt;Office politics. The Paling-teruk-one. Even societies and clubs have office politics.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever who feels like going to the top, can actually kick the rest down, stick to the person who brings the most benefit, and yes, the position is always ready for you there.&lt;br /&gt;And the most surprising thing, is those people who kiss ass, they often turn behind these people's backs and talk behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Wokey...Hypocrites..&lt;br /&gt;Scary how humans can turn out to be hor..Whatever they do, are towards their better interest. People can kill even, just to get what they want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People and their thoughts. Deadly weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7816310939506922358?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7816310939506922358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7816310939506922358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7816310939506922358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7816310939506922358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/12/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7593472635367641752</id><published>2006-11-30T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:48:17.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Should I or should I not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/68481/the%20whole%20cast%20plus%201%20extra%20person%20who%20helped%20us..stella%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/225662/the%20whole%20cast%20plus%201%20extra%20person%20who%20helped%20us..stella%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures are random.&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through my computer picture folder and tadaa~ Look what I found! This was my drama group during Foundation 1. Tzeyang, Shiouting, MUA, KeeHui and Pinky, plus Stella who helped us with the computer.Aah, that was like in a year ago? and now where I am standing now, has no more fun drama presentations, no more running around, no more talking nonsense..what I have now is purely work, work and lotsa work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We grow up so much that it scares, at times. So many things I wished that I could have done, so many things I wished I could have undo. Aah, wait, I found another picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/537488/4of%20us%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="296" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/80918/4of%20us%204.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Aah..taken in Foundation 2. While waiting for Mr. Mahalingam to find his class, we decided to camwhore a little. A little which we meant by at least 10 snap shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;See? We don't even look like University students. We look like some ah lian's, waiting for the bus to come. We don't look like our age, certainly. Clad in t-shirts and jeans, just like a 13-year-old. Hahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/6%20of%20us%20in%20D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/400562/6%20of%20us%20in%20D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Found this picture too. So young we looked hor.. Pinky, Jiamin, Elangesh, MUA, Tzeyang and Aiting. I bet this was in Foundation 1.,during "Daddy's" class, Thinking Skills. Daddy means Mr.Ong Seng Hee. He treated us very nicely, gave us high high coursework marks and I got an 'A' for Thinking skills. So kesian, class of Mrs "Butter-kaya", most of them failed to get half of what we got for coursework. Damn, we do camwhore a lot. So many pictures lying in my harddisk. I shall print them all out when I have the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lol.Just realised that the title doesn't match the entry. I wanted to ask myself, whether to join Yeesan and Jacq for a shopping spree later in Parade..since Megasale just started today. Also want to ask myself whether I should go for the District TeamBuilding in Gombak on the 17th, and also ask myself whether to go to KL next week..and also ask myself whether to go to Penang, jalan jalan cari makan..aih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/679496/6%20of%20us%20in%20D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7892325330902606620-7593472635367641752?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7593472635367641752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7593472635367641752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7593472635367641752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7593472635367641752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='Should I or should I not?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-1884814093367039063</id><published>2006-11-29T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:04:57.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Lonesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/910262/pig%20that%20kenneth%20drew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/311241/pig%20that%20kenneth%20drew.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is when you know that you are surrounded with people yet you feel sorry for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One episode of THE OC season 4, and here I am, reminiscing over the past.&lt;br /&gt;Told Eewan that it is never going to end. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All she could say was she felt sorry for me, but the phase will pass and I will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to think straight after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the objective me? The rational me? The emotional independant me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it's these times, when you wished that none of this has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;Being around with people, yet you can't help but feel that no one feels you out there.&lt;br /&gt;You try to reach into yourself but the inner you seems to drift furthur apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is wrong with being depressed, all you need to do is pop in a few anti-depressen pills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The holiday-phobia is coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I need a real time-out. Not one which reminds you about the past,which keeps haunting you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss drinking by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more weekly booze. No more weekly puffs. No more daily mamaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to try something stronger.&lt;br /&gt;More kick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morphin perhaps?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-1884814093367039063?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/1884814093367039063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=1884814093367039063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1884814093367039063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/1884814093367039063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/lonesome.html' title='Lonesome'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-5855209545091164436</id><published>2006-11-26T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:53:30.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>How crazy can we get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Uh-huh..the answer would be: "Very"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, finals ended on the 24th. Plans already started on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;Sheateng planned a BBQ dinner at the beachside in Teluk Batik, and me being the one, always not-missing out on something like this, decided to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The people who went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Kian Chiew&lt;br /&gt;2. ME&lt;br /&gt;3. SomPhong&lt;br /&gt;4. Chong Kian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/775382/P1010164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/847674/P1010164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/895037/P1010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/688718/P1010165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;:: SomPhong, Chong Kian and Gabriel with the Driver: Kian Chiew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;in car ONE... and in car TWO, we have,&lt;br /&gt;6. Kee Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;7. SheaTeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Zhan Pheng&lt;br /&gt;9. Kah Kheng&lt;br /&gt;10. Ching Shearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, You have probably guessed it correctly. The ratio was 8 to 2, with only 2 ladies and 8 guys. Since Sheateng, Zhan Pheng has the last paper up to 5.30 p.m on the 25th, all of us were eager waiting for the time to come. Kian Chiew was so excited that he came to my block at 5.15p.m when Keehui just told me that they were only leaving at 6p.m. It didn't matter as we kept circling Taman Maju, waiting for the rest to come. It was only at 6.45 p.m when we really embarked in our little journey. The sky was getting dark and the rain was pouring rather heavily. Sheateng's wiper was cranky, giving out squeaky sounds, which kinda hurts our ears, but the whole journey was fun. With Chong Kian making un-funny jokes throughout the journey, and all of us chatting about almost everything under the sun. We only reached Teluk Batik at 8.15 p.m, with the rain still pouring..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nevertheless, the rain didn't dampen our spirits, as we quickly bring out the gears, with Ching Shearn leading the pack, in search of a shelter: Pondok. Soon, as we placed our things, the rain no longer pours, and quickly the guys get the fire started. I realised when you put all the guys together, you can't do much. You can't even start a fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/62620/P1010166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/701243/P1010166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/438192/P1010167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/86401/P1010167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The guys were busy starting fire, each with their own style, and for a second, we thought the fire was going to stay, but nope, it died as soon after. So, TEAM 2 took over the job, which the team members are ME, Sheateng, Kian Chiew and Gabriel, and voila, 10 minutes after, the fire was up and going. Quickly they set up the BBQ pit, which consists of a few brickstones and one kasa dawai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone was excited but very hungry. So, we came to an agreement to only cook the hotdog and burger meat first, since both these are easier and faster to cook. Everyone was fighting our pieces of meat, especially Ching Shearn who took 3 pieces of burger meat, when it was clearly reminded that one person can only take 1 and the 1/2 of it. Couldn't be blamed really,when you are hungry, your animal instincts all come out. Then we proceeded to the chicken wings. 70 in total for 10 people. There were 3 different types of seasoning..(with SHeateng and I, doing the marinating the night before). *(The guys wanted to marinate the chicken earlier but they wanted to do it in pails..; Pails which they used to wash their clothes, undies and everything you could ever imagine..uh huh..so you get the point..) Luckily they didn't come up with stupid stupid comments about the wings, or else,..we shall throw them into the sea..Muahahahaha..how convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/190135/P1010170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/928054/P1010170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/175767/P1010172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/767930/P1010172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/764682/P1010174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/675426/P1010174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/539393/P1010179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/776424/P1010179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/799345/P1010180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/546882/P1010180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/90208/P1010173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/533188/P1010173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We couldn't finish the food in one-seating, so we decided to spend some time, walking along the beach and then snap lotsa pictures. We took off our sandals and feel the seawater. The waves slowly carressing our leg as we sank them into the sand. We did lotsa lotsa stupid antics,including camwhoring and writing our names onto the sand. We managed to see lotsa stars that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/615114/P1010182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/701102/P1010182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/699104/P1010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/540745/P1010184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/15273/P1010189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/90911/P1010189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/102804/P1010187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/100756/P1010187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/495557/P1010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/538373/P1010200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/46693/P1010194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/11194/P1010194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/445813/P1010209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/197097/P1010209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/142669/P1010205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/763239/P1010205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/915320/P1010208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/848564/P1010208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After fooling on the beach, and with constant reminder from Somphong, telling me not to shout at the seaside, we got back to our BBQ pit, and continued eating again. With the food almost finishing, we had our little bonding session. Surprisingly, it was a breeze for us to bond together. Honestly, I was kinda afraid that this outing might not be as good as the others I had. One reason was probably due to the fact that these group of people are those whom I don't even mix around with. Everytime we meet, it was either a simple gesture of "Hello" or a slight nod to acknowlege one's presence and that was it. None of my usual hangout group was there but surprisingly, we hit it out fine. We discussed about matters from Hackers, gruesome stories, horror stories and up to dirty movies. Everything we talked about was funny and no one, seriously, no one felt left out. Everyone was practically enjoying themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/791793/P1010210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/755393/P1010210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/432964/P1010194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/320/602370/P1010194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It looked like it was going to rain any moment, that's when we had to come up with some back up plan. We continued talking up to 1 a.m. and then proceeded to clear the site. We sat around planning when we decided to go to the Lumut Jetty to kill time. The beach was then almost deserted and we saw Mat Rempits near the beach. We did fear that something might happen to us because according to them, sometimes, these Mat Rempits are a little dangerous and maybe..something might happen to us. We all waited for them to leave, then we quickly went into our cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The road out to Lumut was rather dark and quiet. As it was already 2 a.m, the roads were deserted and empty. We had to drive in a slow yet steady pace, to avoid any mishaps. KianChiew was afraid that people might jump out to scare us and then rob us in the middle of the journey. However, that did not happen, and we reached Lumut safely. The jetty was full of couples and groups of people. We parked our cars, and then walked to the nearest Mamak stall. (somehow we can never runaway from Mamak huh? Leave UTP already still have to go mamak geh) As we walked to the location, people from the jetty were looking at us with one kind of look. It felt eerie and weird, when I quickly clench onto my camera, holded it near me, instead of swinging it to and fro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;settled ourselves in the mamak stalls while some of us quickly ran to the washroom. It was so painful to hold what we have to let out because the toilets in Teluk Batik were closed. A sense of relief was felt, when we let it all out.=) We continued crapping and also about all kinds of topics. It was almost 5.45 a.m. when we decided to leave. We got kinda freaked out because there was this Proton Wira parked beside the mamak shop, quite near to our place. Earlier, I saw a group of men, surrounding the car, talking while looking to the right and left. I didn't think much as probably they were just talking la. The same position lasted for an hour, when I smelled something fishy going on. KianChiew realised I saw something, and quickly showed me his finger on his lips. I knew something was wrong, and I loudly announced that we should probably get going. Only me, KianChiew and Keehui sped to our cars, while the rest merely walked. We notioned them to hurry up, locking the doors as soon as everyone stepped in. I managed to look behind, to see that those men were actually stealing the car. 2 men were trying to cover up, while one was using some metal, inserting it into the car. It was the first time I experience people stealing a car, plus doing it so openly in the public. Then, as we were driving back to the beach, I told KianChiew that the 2 tables of men who were sitting beside us, were probably their gang, because they were staring at us, with one kind of look..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagine what could have happened to us, if we were to approach the men, asking them what they were trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;Or they decided to steal our car instead when they fail to steal that particular one? Or they could have chased us and followed us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We drove back slowly and cautiously to the beach, with Gabriel and SomPhong fallen into deep sleep. Upon reaching the beach, no one dared to step out from the car, until KeeHui's car door opened up and they came to our car. We didn't want to go out from the car, as it was dangerous and who knows what might happen to us right? The street lights were all out and the beach was definitely deserted. We agreed that everyone has to stay in the car, which is safer plus they will be able to get some sleep. It would be better for the drivers to get some sleep, as they were driving the whole day. Haha..but the 3 of us, KianChiew , me and chong Kian was unable to sleep. Felt disturbed and started to talk about the crime prevention in the country. At the same time, my nature called..and I was trying so hard to stand..Finally when it was getting brighter, Sheateng, Me,Chong Kian, and Pangkor went to the beach to look for the toilets. None of them were opened. It was easy for Chong Kian as he was able to finish his business anywhere whereas it was hard for both me and Sheateng. We looked for suitable places but none of them were suitable. We then, went to look for toilets in the resorts. Luckily there was one, and the management has to charge RM0.50 per person. So expensive la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/239732/P1010215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/322675/P1010215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/308019/P1010216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/301337/P1010216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/952917/P1010217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/201558/P1010217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The sun was rising, and the beach was brighter. More and more people were coming so we walked to the beach..doing the same thing, dipping our feet into the sea. Most of them wanted to swim, so they took off everything and jumped in. People like me, Gabriel and Kian Chiew stayed dry onland. Gabriel went around, taking pictures, looking all-pro like a professional cameraman, while KianChiew was being a nice guy, taking care of all our belongings,while entertaining me. We had fun, seeing them play in the water and doing stupid actions. Hahha..funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/455440/P1010219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/823337/P1010219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/7125/P1010230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/662391/P1010230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/289516/P1010231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/22726/P1010231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/719224/P1010234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/532671/P1010234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/635554/P1010242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/554728/P1010242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/905105/P1010232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/485904/P1010232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left only at 8.45 a.m. because everyone was hungry. Went to AyerTawar for breakfast and we headed back to UTP after being out for 10 hours straight without any sleep. The BBQ was one of the best outings I have since I stepped into UTP. The company was great, the people were superb and the food was scrumptious.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the next one though. When ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/7892325330902606620-5855209545091164436?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/5855209545091164436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=5855209545091164436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5855209545091164436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/5855209545091164436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-crazy-can-we-get.html' title='How crazy can we get?'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-7989592860193956917</id><published>2006-11-24T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:19:04.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo.'/><title type='text'>It all ended in 3 hours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/841155/Image%28200%29.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stepping into Undergraduate studies is not important.&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Not as difficult as they said it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable, neverending assignments, numerous tests and quizzes, endless lectures and labs&lt;br /&gt;It all ended with my 3-hour Geology paper today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had my fair share of work, the bigger share of fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was just like yesterday when I first got my room key, and to know that it was 5 storey's high.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stepped into the room, and to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I started dreading for not exercising more often, because after reaching the 2nd level, I was already panting like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was afraid to leave the room, and also to go back to my own room; I was afraid of the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Throughout the semester I had times when I was down, the times when I was enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;I faced dilemmas of my own, criticism from other people and pressure from my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the times when I spend them, updating my coursemates with current issues and knowledge about Biology.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the times when we would sit down, and laze around, while waiting for the next class.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times when I was able to relax and enjoy, because seeing my coursemates full with pressure, I too, had to follow suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And after 1 month, only the whole house was able to bond together.&lt;br /&gt;We had lotsa fellowships together, having meals together.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be smooth-sailing this semester, with minor bumpers in the middle, but we overcame it like adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although I wanted this holiday to come months before, yet somehow I dreaded it to end.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am going to miss Cres, Carina, Noni, Sheateng, Punchee, Sharon, Nancy, Jaja, Nana, Lin, and "dunno-what-her-name-is girl"..&lt;br /&gt;2 months. 2 whole months without you girls..&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*I shall miss becoming a ketua-rumah for 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Happy Holidays!! and come back in one whole piece alright?"&lt;br /&gt;*snifff-snifff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall miss my other friends too from HOUSE 1, lvl 4. The times when I would just come down to talk and catch up with two houses' lives. I would always be on time whenever you all are having meals.=)&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the times when Huiching and Pinky and T'Hooi cooked half-boiled egg in the middle of the night. (actually only one time) So many things which people has done for me, but I never had the chance to say thank you, here's a big Thank You to you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;         "THANK YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/617801/us%20in%20mamak%202.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have still many semesters to come, and hopefully major turbulance would not occur that would jeopardise our good rapport.=)&lt;br /&gt;This might sound corny but I muaah-muaaahh you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-7989592860193956917?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/7989592860193956917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=7989592860193956917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7989592860193956917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/7989592860193956917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-all-ended-in-3-hours.html' title='It all ended in 3 hours..'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-772212506136544785</id><published>2006-11-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:59:45.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love and relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/796/963418619494947/1600/snails%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/796/963418619494947/200/snails%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I no longer am in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Very much single.&lt;br /&gt;Hate every single second of loneliness, whenever I look around, I see two people being happily together, I can't help but felt a slight jab in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I once, was that happy too.But now, like the time, it passed by so quickly that the only thing I was able to salvage are the memories.&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not another continuation of my depressed entries in Tabulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this entry, is about what I think about relationships and 'love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen so many couples in 19 years of living,and trust me, it's the same here in UTP.&lt;br /&gt;Are they really together because of love, or are they together, because they want to be together, or they are just faraway from home,and they can't stand the loneliness, so they got together.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like what one of my friends who made a comment and I quote,&lt;br /&gt;"Some are circumstantial couples. They get together because of situations. They just happened, the relationships are not real, just to like what the Malays would say, "MENGISI TEMPAT KOSONG DI HATI"-to fill in the emptiness of one's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe me, I have seen so many relationships that I find them rather interesting actually. I get envious at some relationships, but some, I really pitied them. I often see couples who are pretty much in love, when they can't get enough of one another. These, are what we labelled them as 'clingy' but we can't blame them, can we? When you fell heads over heels over someone, you would wanna spend 25 hours of your time with them. You would wanna sacrifice the whole world and to be devoted to that very person. The time would actually stop and you would able to savour every single moment you spent with that particular person. Other things would no longer matter in your life, because the only motivation which keeps you going on,is your other half right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is another type of relationship which I simply find it, ridiculous. We call them 'partners in a relationship'. There's absolutely no love, or maybe there is, just that it's not as strong as the one I mentioned above. They get together, because one seems to be able to help the other in many factors, so they 'used' one another to achieve something. I honestly, do pity these relationships because they will never, be able to experience the magic of love. Sometimes, being practical is important, but being able to drown yourself in love, is far more important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One advice I always tell myself and the rests, do not get into a relationship, just because you WANT to do relationships. Trust me, it's not worth the time and emotions. Being in a relationship requires full commitment or else, it would only meant that you are just partners in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be able to love one for their qualities as well as their badpoints, is a very noble thing to do. To forget their mistakes, to forgive and to love them unconditionally. Try searching deep into your hearts and ask thyself, whether the one sleeping beside you each night, the one who held your hands during thunderstorms, the one who hugged you and shield you away from the rain, the one whom you called "Darling", "Dear", "Honeykins"..(and what sort of soapy names you call) are really the one you love. Give reasons for yourself to believe that there's actually love in your relationship, for you don't want to waste your time, 'investing' in something which might not work in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-772212506136544785?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/772212506136544785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=772212506136544785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/772212506136544785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/772212506136544785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-and-relationships.html' title='Love and relationships'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892325330902606620.post-8120169587362605208</id><published>2006-11-20T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:22:37.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy post'/><title type='text'>Season 1, episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi, my name is Angkhian. Most of you who stopped by to visit my blog may already know who I am, but I would just love to go through a brief introduction about myself. It would be better for you to know more about me before reading any of my entries furthur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/fannyjeanmayandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, as you know I am in my late teens now, approaching the big TWENTY in a matter of month's time. Oh wait, it's already November,which leaves me another one month before I stepped into my early twenties. Frankly, it had never occur to me that this day would come, being so used to having a number "1" in front of my age for so long, I don't know what's it like to actually start my age with the number "2" now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/1d31e024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;true Ipoh-ian, I have never leave far away from home. It's true really, considering when I underwent my National Service stint, I was having my fingers crossed to be send to Sarawak/Sabah, but it never came true. I was instead, posted to Lumut, which is only 2 hours from Ipoh. The 3-months stint came and went, and I thought I was able to leave home again to continue my tertiary education, but no, it didn't happen again. I am currently doing a 4-year Engineering Degree program in Civil Enginering in Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP), Tronoh, Bandar Seri Iskandar. Alright, it's only 30 minutes away from my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/gangonthe3rdofFeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, I can't help but wonder whether it was pre-destined for me to have a degree in Engineering. University life is not about parties, or at least my university has no wild parties with never-ending flow of booze. We do have formal dinners in the university, but it's nowhere near parties they have in big colleges in the big cities, let alone booze. No, even the guys and girls are separated into different areas of the university to avoid mishaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/us3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aah, I forgot, this is supposed to be an introduction about me, not about my thoughts just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I am someone whom people would love to hang around with,..wait, I have to finished my sentence,..when I am in a good mood. I give out a good harmonious aura that many find it pleasant. Get me into a group of strangers, and I happen to be chirpy, the next problem you face, would most probably to get me stop talking. If you know me longer, you would probably know that deep within the cool looking mask I put on each day, lies a depressed, upset soul who puts up another cheerful mask to hide her true feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/bettergroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now,don't get me wrong. I was raised in a family who loves me and I love them too. I was not a child who was left alone, and in fact, my daddy and mummy constantly reminds me that they love me and my brother very much. Every demand I made, was fulfiled with conditions. I was not spoilt, but pampered and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, my problems did not come from my family, it came from everywhere. Like every teen, I had my own dilemmas, with love, relationships, studies, financial, peer pressure..etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aah, that's where my depression steps in. I gave my heart to someone whom I treasure, and it never returned. So, I am heartless and a depressed soul now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/P1010290.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must mention that one passion of mine, is driving. Get me a set of wheels, and lotsa free petrol, and I am all set to go. I can drive, drive and continue driving for hours, that's if the car comes with a serious stereo sound system. I love blasting my favouring "boom-baa-boom-baa" songs, and I get high, just by driving. So, if you have found your passion, who needs drugs anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing that you must know that I can never, Ever resist alcohol. No, I am not an alcoholic, but I just love the feeling when it enters my bloodstreams. It's euphoric! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/Image615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things which I can never leave home with are my handphone, my mp3 player and my watch. Without these gadgets, I can never lead a normal life. Can't even walk straight. Music is my life. Without them, anyone's life could be boring, thus my mp3 player. Handphones are as important as music. I can never resist new models with super-uber features. I get high easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/P1010174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've just found about me, you must have thought that I am a new writer around. Silly of you! I have been keeping 2 blogpages all these while, with one being updated an average of 3 times each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~khian"&gt;Do come by and see my past entries, about my rantings, my comments, my feelings and my thoughts.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I must warn you, you can be there to read, admire,gasp, and comment about my entries, but you have absolutely no right in doubting and questioning them.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for this blog page.&lt;br /&gt;I write about how I feel, and honestly I do not give a damn what you other people's thoughts are. You feel strongly against something, you go write about it in YOUR OWN blog, not in commenting about what I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/P1010164-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is not as bad as I said it is. I have many things that keeps me going everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I have my family to thank for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c128/angkhian/P1010190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I started this new blog page to experiment. I hope that you would come back frequently as I will always try to write something interesting to keep you coming back for more. But alas, the things I usually write is about my daily life and also about my feelings and thoughts, it's very subjective to begin with. It's entirely up to you to come back for more or to stay far-far away. You own the computer, you hold the mouse and the decision is just a mouse-click away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't know what to write as a starter for this new page. I decided to put pictures of myself, in chronology to let you know the physical changes I went through. I dedicated my previous blogpage to my loved one,and now,this, I am solely dedicating it to myself and to you, readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, as I was saying, "Hie, I am Angkhian". Call me "Khian" for short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892325330902606620-8120169587362605208?l=angkhian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/feeds/8120169587362605208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892325330902606620&amp;postID=8120169587362605208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8120169587362605208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892325330902606620/posts/default/8120169587362605208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkhian.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi-my-name-is-angkhian.html' title='Season 1, episode 1'/><author><name>dIRtyKhian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kp9f_tqUJn8/TEfinJAD8-I/AAAAAAAABEw/YbvSz-j-YoE/S220/P1090799.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
