<?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-2298320035934393070</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:58:02.181+08:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='my work'/><category term='outing'/><category term='Grumble'/><category term='tired'/><title type='text'>Peekaboo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2142100593874074421</id><published>2008-08-27T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:19:27.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day has passed..</title><content type='html'>Geesh, I hope no one reads my blog, because it isn't suppose to "go to public".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I whine a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just the way I behave when I am stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me God, for not trusting you completely. Forgive me for being weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I heal after so long? Why am I hurting? Why am I becoming worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to count cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop counting the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go away to somewhere far, somewhere I would not bump into close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see the hills, the meadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit koko in USA. I want to experience different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find new inspiration to motivate me, to progress further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to, even if I am not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on, Joanne. Please take yourself out from sadness. What's the point of making yourself looking like a dumb ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2142100593874074421?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2142100593874074421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2142100593874074421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2142100593874074421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2142100593874074421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-day-has-passed.html' title='Another day has passed..'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-1182381084202744286</id><published>2008-08-18T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:50:30.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late At Night</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been ages since i last maintain my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 5am in the morning, and I am still not sleeping. Roommate is chatting with a US friend I believe, not too sure about it. Anyway, while waiting for her, I am gonna write up something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the time whereby thoughts and memories come to me without a sign or warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help wandering off...deep in thoughts. Memories of the past kept haunting me, sweetly haunting me. Sometimes, I really hope I can live in the past, everything which had happened was just a dream. But is that even possible? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest to myself, I still love him so much. I could not wave off this strong feeling. Can I keep my promise 2 months later? Will I be brave enough to let go of my hands and give him full freedom? Is it ever possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches everytime when he is near me. I wanted to hold him close to me, but I cant. I keep telling myself that I can get through these all alone, I am tough, I am strong, and I have grown up. But I guess I am just consoling myself. Sweet lies. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song for myself, when I am feeling down :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sun go on shining&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sea rush to shore&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know, it's the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;It ended when I lost your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why everything is the same as it was&lt;br /&gt;I cant understand, no I cant understand&lt;br /&gt;How life goes on the way it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the bird go on singing&lt;br /&gt;Why do the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you say Goodbye................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, I feel so down at the moment. How I wish I can get a hug from him. But It's not possible. Never possible anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moves on I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure does move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-1182381084202744286?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1182381084202744286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=1182381084202744286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1182381084202744286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1182381084202744286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2008/08/late-at-night.html' title='Late At Night'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-9136679446300087387</id><published>2008-06-11T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:54:28.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already 1am now, but I am not tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I have been hanging out with the guys so much lately. LOL. They are just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates, 7 guys, they are so unique...somewhat different from the rest. Naive, yet so mature in a way...haha. Among them, I still prefer polar bear and totoro. Oh! By the way, we gave all of them a name! Hehehe! That's to make talking easier XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be taking my stuff from Jee Yee tomorrow from Kelana Jaya LRT station. Leaving Melati LRT station at about 9am I guess. Not so sure, depends on what time I sleep. OMG..they are going for supper again.....*yawn* I am so tired actually. If not for totoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called pig up the other day, asking him to go out for dinner the other night. but sad to say, he rejected me...because he wanted to go out with his friend to buy stuff. I felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go out? hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-9136679446300087387?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9136679446300087387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=9136679446300087387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/9136679446300087387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/9136679446300087387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-already-1am-now-but-i-am-not-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2651574674043453789</id><published>2008-06-04T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:39:22.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging After So Long</title><content type='html'>Well, suddenly, I feel like blogging once again. It has been a while since I wrote something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away from home, in another state, I am staying inside my room, with my pathetic laptop.  Just finished watching "LOTR - The Two Towers (Extended Ver)". Was quite an inspiring movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching, many things crossed my mind. I wasn't fully into the movie, instead, I was thinking about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that -- pressure comes haunting us when we don't set our priorities right. Many a times, I have failed to set my pace right. Procrastination leads to failure. Avoiding to take action makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazy and didn't work for my forum lately. A guilty feeling lingers in the air, making me so uncomfortable.  I know I should not delay further, but somehow, I lost control of myself again. AGAIN. This is not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be tough, to have high EQ. It's really challenging. However, I won't give up. Being emotionally stable is one of my goals within these two years. And I know I would be able to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear what lies ahead of me. I fear the unknown. Uncertainties. I believe others feel the same too. Some could cope with it, some could not. AFA is a challenging course. Since I have chosen my path, I should ride ahead, no turning back. I shall not take any faltering steps backwards. I am a lone fighter, remember? I shall always be. No one will be able to help you unless you help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to adapt to the changes (of environment). It may be hard in the beginning, but there's no doubt that I could not fit into the new environment. I have confidence in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is troubled with the thoughts of Zhi Zhong. I missed him a lot. He's been pretty busy lately and I don't want to disturb him. Could I resist the urge of wanting to contact him? to talk to him? Would we have a happy ending? Or will I be in pain for the next two years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to return to my religion. Long have I let go my beliefs, my faith in the religion. What have I done? Why is my path so blurry? Oh God, forgive me, I have sinned since I strayed from the path of righteousness. Begging for forgiveness isn't enough to wash away the sins I have committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, is it possible to restore the strength I used to possess last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2651574674043453789?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2651574674043453789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2651574674043453789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2651574674043453789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2651574674043453789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging-after-so-long.html' title='Blogging After So Long'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-3695597273512425818</id><published>2007-05-17T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:08:13.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Breathe ~</title><content type='html'>Just came home from college ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student leader training had started on Wednesday! It will be a 3 day training, commencing on the 16th of May till 18th of May (Wed to Fri). All successful applicants (for student leaders) are compulsory to join this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the training was bad. I arrived at college at about 8. 20am. The activities started at around 9am. It was a bad start. Wilson could not handle the crowd. The student leaders are/were overpowering. Wilson raised his voice, but the student leaders were not bothered. Poor Wilson! Mr Chew, advisor for this training, kept shaking his head side ways. It was a total disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice breaking session was not too sucessful too. Some of the committee members said that the student leaders did not understand the purpose of letting them play ice breaking games -- which was to expose them to various types of ice breaking techniques, so they can use in Orientation next week. Some said Leo, our SOT course marshal was too soft spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we continued with our team building activities -- before that, those who arrived late were scolded pretty badly by Mr. Chew -- he is famous for his "sacastic remarks". Come to think about it, I do not really like Mr. Chew. He is a bit too open -- tell people off in front of the public. Biggest victim -- Poor Wilson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Orientation Committee were all chased out from the hall/function room -- Mr. Chew wanted to have a private word with the student leaders. Gosh! We were abandoned outside the hall for like...30-40 mins! I showed John, the MC for Orientation my work--Lone fighter. Wow! I need to say that he's really a good actor! He acted out my "script" so..dramatically! Jordan joined in this..insanity! It was outrageous! lol! Jordan said I should have put in some "back to the future" elements. haha! He has a good sense of humour -- that I should draw out my mighty sword, together with characters of the story, publish them as comics, make sure Steven Spielberg directs the movie &gt;.&lt; Jordan asked me to send him such stories next time. Will there be next time? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went to the coffee shop opposite my secondary school for dinner. Four tables side by side, I could say we were the center of attention. We talked, we laughed, we enjoyed ourselves-- Remy, Kok Loong, Joo Sim, her boyfriend, John, Leo, Vincent, Wilson, Wei Hong Jordan, Yean Ling, See Fouw, Chee Kheng, Wen Khang....Wei Hong, Yean Ling and I adjourned to Pulau Tikus market for some desert after dropping poor Wilson home (he was really worn out, but had to prepare stuff for training next day). Took "Bu Bu Cha Cha" , yean ling took ice kacang. Chatted about the committee, rated the training of the day...well, our conclusion was --a bad start. Mr Chew would just jump in and stop the facilitators from conducting the activity ( maybe because we were too lousy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added on nighmare --&gt; to find a cockroach on the wall when I was bathing late at night. You could let your imagination run wild -- picture my horrified looks, how I sweated profusely, how I took the broom and stared at the cockroach for 15 mins without moving. It was the worst encounter -- I had no one to turn to, I was all on my own. Haih! So bad! Aunty Amy and Uncle Nick had gone to bed, no one was downstairs. My mom, whom I have smsed to and told her my situation, asked me to just hit the damn cockroach, since it's harmless. She gave me a cold reply though, perhaps she was in a haste to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! This is a type of PHOBIA !!! Can no one understand ?!! Haih! Sigh to the end! you know what I did in the end? I rolled my eyes, gave a deep sigh, walked out of the bathroom, ledged the door and kept the broom. Pathetic! I am such a coward! I did not kill the "harmful creature" like mom said. Oh LoRd! GOD knows I was so freaked out! I used the floor mat to cover the tiny door gap below. Prayed really hard, wished that the stupid roach would disappear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 10 mins earlier than planned, "inspected" the bathroom -- Guess what! GOD answered my prayers. Cockroach! Gone with the wind! into the toilet bowl I think! hohoho! I felt like greeting everyone "Merry Christmas!"..so happy! thank you once again, LoRd!!!! I am so thankful! I believe in the miracles God can perform. Thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, a better day I could say. Wilson was firmer this time. He made his stand, voiced his determination, silence means silence. He somehow made an agreement with the student leaders--which was a good thing ^^ We are better in controling the crowd now, unlike the first day--chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had telematch earlier on. The word for the day was -- SOAKED. I was wet from head to toe. Water balloons, buckets of water -- how could you not get wet? It was impossible.haha! It was fun, to be splashed with pipe water....and soup water! Ewwe!! It did not taste good &gt;.&lt; At the end of the day, no one was....dry (for those involved in Telematch), except those who were good at avoiding. hohoh! You'll be dead next time!! Hahahah! I swear I'll get my hands on you and finish you off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at hawker centre  near Island Plaza -- together with Jordan &amp; Co, KokLoong &amp;amp; gang. Took Ee Foo Mee again of course! Mom and dad came to pick me up at Island Plaza at about 9. 10pm --  The others gone for snooker, some went home. I believe dad enjoyed his trip to China..and mom will enjoy hers too. As for me, well, I trust that I will have fun during Orientation Week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-3695597273512425818?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3695597273512425818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=3695597273512425818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3695597273512425818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3695597273512425818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-to-breathe.html' title='A Moment to Breathe ~'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-4737388589143384010</id><published>2007-05-12T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:57:58.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my work'/><title type='text'>Lone Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I'm a survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the cliff’s edge, I can feel the raging sea below, roaring waves come crashing against the shore, as if his hand outstretched, beckoning me to come forward, tempts me to walk a step forward into his arms.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is blanketed with total darkness. An overpowering stench of rotting flesh hangs in the air. I shoot a distant stare at those lifeless bodies scattered across the land. Flies come in swarm, covering the corpses; vultures devour the cadavers, enjoying their biggest feast of the century.  My comrades, lay motionless on the battle ground, I can tell by looking at their dead white faces, horror-struck eyes, that death takes them by surprise. A sarcastic smile runs across my lips. I wonder, will I join them for the feast in hell tonight? Or can I resist the continuous invitation from my allies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callous, you might call me, for this is the truth, I’m unaffected by the smell of rotten flesh or the view of brutally distorted figures. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;A gush of icy cold sea breeze wakes me up from this trance. I know I am alone. There’s no where to hide. I cannot escape. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The enemies are closing in. A few paces backwards will be the edge of the cliff. Should I take faltering steps backwards – the ocean will send me all the way to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hell. Everything I have ever owned will be lost forever – dignity, pride and honour – history shall not remember me. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I wish I have the ability to freeze time. I will sacrifice my every breath to stop the unforgiving seconds from trickling down the tiny opening of the hour glass. I know, it will be— eternity — if time pauses in mid air. Can I then use the time to redeem what’s lost? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Ironically, I can hear the ticking of the clock so vividly. Every tick is amplified by the mind, loud enough to remind me the every second I have wasted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I close my eyes. As if it is an answer from God to my final prayers-- the actions I have taken in the past flash across my mind in slow motion. They are clear images, I should say, as though freshly imprinted in my soul. Laughter and giggles, memories from the younger days keep ringing in my head, as if they are yesterday’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I slowly open my eyes. I give the surrounding an emotionless gaze. The enemies are like tiny ants, countless, flooding the land which was once a green pasture. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hear nothing but my own deep breathing. My sword...the one that accompanied me through all the battles, which once brought me endless honours and glories, though stained with the enemies’ blood, could still gleam in the dark. But not this time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This war, a shameful war indeed, has wiped out the faintest glimmer from my blade. The greatest disgrace our nation will need to bear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It is time. The moment I lift my double-edged sword, I have decided my own fate. Casting a bloodthirsty smile at my blade, my coward foes stagger a little at the sight of this magnificent sword which had ended the life of many. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sparks&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; of admiration appear in their eyes, as much as the hatred burning in them, just like how Gollum loved and hated the Dark Lord’s ring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My sword is hungry, so are theirs. With a silent roar, I surge forward, making a bloody path out from my enemies. Waving my sword in vain; one hard slash, the enemy’s weapon breaks off – together with his head. Warm blood splatters on my face, my dry lips. The taste of enemy’s blood is indeed satisfying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When the enemy’s fighter lurches forward into my fighting zone, his eyes are filled with hunger, I can imagine how my enemy will rip my flesh into shreds, gobble them down like a glutton, and wipe his mouth with satisfaction after the last bite. I know how much they hate me, for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;innumerous lives I have taken from them. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The enemies continuously pounce on me, swinging their weapons in all directions, taking no aim at all. Brandishing my sword from side to side, I take a short moment to wonder, how can the enemy look down upon us and send such incompetent fighters against us? It is a great insult to our warriors, who will choose to fight only the mighty ones, while the weak attack us from behind. As I have said, this is a shameful battle, by sending the weak and unprepared to the war, the enemy has humiliated us deeply. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I think it will be an effortless attempt to wipe this crowd out. When I raise my sword , I swear that I saw fear running down their spine. Even the bravest person on earth will quiver at the sight of death. Far above, a silver stream of light from heaven shines down upon us. The angel of death throws us a bitter look, his face covered with tears; for every drop of tear he sheds is accusing us of how foolish we are; the ancient hymn he hummed beneath his breath floats in the air, it is so melancholy that seems all of us would drop our weapons, kneel down and ask for forgiveness. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At that very moment, I can see the weak murmuring their final prayers. They know that their time has arrived. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The sharp edge of my blade pierces deep down into their hearts, followed by a powerful and merciless withdrawal of the blade from their bodies. No time to utter their last words, my enemies drop dead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I know, people tell me I’m a survivor. They know me as a fearless fighter. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The enemies swoop down on me like eagles. One against many. I know I am strong. I know I am a mighty warrior. But even the strongest person will falter; will start to doubt his abilities when he is worn out. One after another, they keep on appearing. A life lost does not mean anything to the enemy. They’re like the walking dead -- Zombies, blood oozing out from their heads, marching towards you from every corner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;This war has been for days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing to nourish my soul. The tiniest motivation left in me has completely diminished after my last comrade draws his final breath. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My hands are starting to feel numb, the sword seems to weigh heavier after each wave ; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my eye lids are heavy, putting my judgement and accuracy to test; my legs are getting tired, I act as if I’m a drunken stagger.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Satan is tolling the death bell himself…slow and steady… ding dang dong .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;His mocking laughter echoes in the air;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;a chill ran across my skin when he casts me a ghostly look. I know he is silently scorning at my foolish behaviour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;He knows, for the lives I have taken, it’s impossible for me to buy my way back to heaven. I’m an outcast. God has long cancelled out my name from the list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;On the other hand, the gates in hell welcome me with big arms; the flames in hell are burning fiercely, eagerly waiting for my arrival; The devils beat the drums repeatedly in unison, thump…thump…thump…waiting to announce my homecoming. I scoff at this illusion. Then again, why should I deprive them of their happiness? I find perfectly no reason to reject their invitation!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My enemies are closing in once more. Forced to take a few faltering steps backwards, there I am once again, standing near the cliff’s edge. I can feel the raging sea below, roaring waves come crashing against the shore, as if his hands outstretched, beckoning me to come forward, tempt me to walk a step forward into his arms; and this time, I am completely beguiled by this sinless lure. I rather feed the dead than to let those alive feed on me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I close my eyes and murmur softly. &lt;i style=""&gt;How will this end?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Hey, you know me, I am a survivor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My comrades will respect me as a warrior. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe, even if I do not fight to the end, history will now and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;always remember me as a lone fighter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-MY" style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;----- END -----&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-4737388589143384010?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4737388589143384010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=4737388589143384010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4737388589143384010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4737388589143384010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/05/lone-fighter.html' title='Lone Fighter'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-7610741127590640025</id><published>2007-05-09T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:07:19.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Queensbay Mall with Liz</title><content type='html'>Wow! wanted to write this post yesterday...but..you know..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wee! Went to Queensbay mall with Liz yesterday ~Aww...how much I miss her...She returned from UTAR (University Tunku Abdul Rahman) a few days back, unfortunately, we did not have an opportunity to meet up till yesterday ~ Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry! A visit to Sushi King, the house full of sushi !!!!!! Initially, we wanted to order set meals, but on second thought, we decided to eat from the revolving belt..hehe! Yummy...both of us love sashimi (which is just slices of raw salmon) or rather "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sake&lt;/span&gt;" (which is a thin piece of salmon on top of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;shari&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sushi meshi&lt;/span&gt; -- sushi rice), we ordered two plates of sake -- pathetically only two pieces on each plate &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 119px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Sakana%20Fry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Golden%20Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 120px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Golden%20Ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Chigiri%20Age.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Chigiri%20Age.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture on top left is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sakana Fry&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep fried fish fillet&lt;/span&gt;. **I used to eat that in Dim Sum house, and it only cost me RM3 for one big piece.** Paying the same price at Sushi King, I will only get one/few tiny piece(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd picture, top right -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden Balls &lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deep fried egg &amp; crabstick mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;. We took this yesterday. It was delicious actually. hehe! But, it's so Dim Sum style too :P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The last picture --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chigiri Age&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eep fried fish cake&lt;/span&gt; !! Liz and me, we both called it "Sushi King cucuk sayur"! Duh! I could get the same thing from the market place for less than RM1!!! and here in Sushi King, it's RM4 per plate ( 5 miserable pieces!!) ~ I guess I'm the only silly person who took this plate &gt;0&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 118px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Sake%20Mayo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sake Mayo&lt;/span&gt; --                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salmon mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;. Not too bad. On the beige plate - RM3. I didn't take them in Sushi King yesterday. Tasted my first Sake Mayo in Tesco -- Sushi section at RM1 per piece. lol ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Tuna-Mayo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 131px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Tuna-Mayo.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuna-Mayo&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                Tuna Mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; -- simple and delicious. RM3 per plate too ~ First took it in Tesco at RM1 per piece ...Hehe! Nothing special -- but I will recommend it to those people who dare not eat anything raw &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Sake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 122px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Sake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; of course !!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sake&lt;/span&gt; or rather known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresh salmon&lt;/span&gt;. **drooling** Dip in Japanese light soy sauce with some wasabe...Hmm...life's never better :P RM4 per plate ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Ebikko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/Ebikko1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing -- &lt;span class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ebikko&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                Fish roe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shari&lt;/span&gt; wrapped with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sushi seaweed&lt;/span&gt;, topped with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fish roe&lt;/span&gt;! Eat it if you dare! Simply appetizing! RM4 per plate ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/California%20Maki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 109px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/California%20Maki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this yesterday -- &lt;span class="itemtitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;California Maki&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                Crabstick, egg, cucumber, fish roe &lt;/span&gt;-- nice to eat, but nothing special about it. RM4 per plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/unagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sushi-king.com/catalog/images/unagi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the purple plate -- RM6 --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unagi&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grilled eel&lt;/span&gt;. Liz recommended ~ I like the taste. No fishy smell or anything ~ It's cooked, so don't worry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFCLBHEETI/AAAAAAAAADs/XhG2iSt2_T0/s1600-h/Receipt+in+sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFCLBHEETI/AAAAAAAAADs/XhG2iSt2_T0/s200/Receipt+in+sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062400213185204530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting!! It was time to pay the bill !! Hmm....1 blue plate (RM2 each), 6 pink plates (@RM4) and 1 purple plate (@RM6) -- which would be the grilled eel -- plus government tax..all in all, RM36.80 ~ hoho! Not for kids to pay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have room for more! Along the way, we went to Kenny Rogers and bought some muffins! Liz paid the bill -- we got 2 bananas and 1 chocolate flavoured muffs -- thanks Lizzy! Muaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed our 2.30p.m movie tickets. RM5 each, I paid for Liz's ticket ~ Adjourned to Borders book store ^^ On the way down, we were "struggling" whether to get a cup of freshly brewed coffee from Starbucks (which is located inside Borders) or not. You know, I'm a "Java Chip" addict &gt;.&lt; Our final decision was -- let  GOD  decide!! If we manage to get a nice seat by the window, overlooking the seaside, we'll ....you know, proceed with our "plan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! God was with us that day !! We found a perfect spot !! Means, coffee was within reach !!!! The coffee's aroma led us all the way to the counter -- Liz ordered a cup of raspberry frappuchino (ice blended tea) and as for me, you should know it !!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ta-daaaaaaa !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/javachip_frap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/images/javachip_frap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that ! What a beautiful sight !! Isn't that awesome!! superb? wonderful? satisfying? appealing? luring??OHHhh !! &lt;span class="subheaderblu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Java Chip Frappuccino Blended Coffee&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="copytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coffee, chocolate and chocolate chips blended with ice, topped with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle &lt;/span&gt;-- ignore the whipped cream, it'll make me look worse x___x --&gt; the coffee was and will be a...fatal attraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 1.5 hours in Starbucks -- enjoying life ~ Like what I've said, life's never better when you're drinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Java Chip Frappo Blended Coff  &lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt; !! Woohoo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFI7RHEEUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZJbCse041GU/s1600-h/Picture%28137%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFI7RHEEUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZJbCse041GU/s200/Picture%28137%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062407639183659330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFJNRHEEVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X8YsUPwpxB4/s1600-h/Picture%28136%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFJNRHEEVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X8YsUPwpxB4/s200/Picture%28136%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062407948421304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left pic  &lt;/span&gt;: Younger sis and elder sis ~~ Tall and Venti ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right pic&lt;/span&gt; : Liz posing with our drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFJhhHEEWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pa9_9Cbqnfs/s1600-h/DSC01078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFJhhHEEWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pa9_9Cbqnfs/s200/DSC01078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062408296313655650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFK1BHEEXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K2PwxLEmmR4/s1600-h/Picture%28141%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFK1BHEEXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K2PwxLEmmR4/s200/Picture%28141%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062409730832732530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left pic&lt;/span&gt; : Hehehe !! **cheeky smile**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right pic&lt;/span&gt; : Life's never better ~ satisfying~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFL5RHEEZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9_CWd8RttFE/s1600-h/DSC01079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFL5RHEEZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/9_CWd8RttFE/s320/DSC01079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062410903358804370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like what I've said , our faces tell -- Life's never better when you're drinking Starbucks' coffee/tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop along!! Spiderman is visiting our theatre! ~ Below were the pics taken along the way ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and last stop -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washroom &lt;/span&gt;!!! We were crazy enough to snap a few pics outside the wash area &gt;o&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFNqRHEEaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RqQYVCvWb2c/s1600-h/DSC01087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFNqRHEEaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RqQYVCvWb2c/s200/DSC01087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062412844684022178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFNzhHEEbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jaxhehyhemM/s1600-h/Picture%28146%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFNzhHEEbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jaxhehyhemM/s200/Picture%28146%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062413003597812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left pic&lt;/span&gt; : I looked hooo-reee--bblleee !!! Ba--aaeeddd lighting !! I'm yeeelll--ooww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right pic&lt;/span&gt; : Liz looked normal ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFPchHEEcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/W68Qt9qI2Ok/s1600-h/DSC01091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFPchHEEcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/W68Qt9qI2Ok/s320/DSC01091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062414807484076482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! Good lighting! I'm not yellow now~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie started. These were all that I could remember. lol ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A man has to put his wife before himself. "&lt;/span&gt; -- I love this ridiculous and impossible statement! Wife before himself? I don't believe it ~ That's absurd! We're not the queen! Why should they put us before themselves?but.. I like the feeling though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, Aunt May told Peter in the film :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We’ve all done terrible things to each other, but we have to forgive each other. Or everything we ever were will mean nothing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered quite sometime over this short but meaningful statement. I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to err is human, to forgive is divine.&lt;/span&gt; How many of us could forgive and forget? In life, we would say :" Oh! he/she deserves the punishment." Think about it, what rights do we have to say, "he/she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESERVES&lt;/span&gt; it." ? What rights do we have to say he deserves what punishment? What rights do we have to end someone's life, saying that," he/she&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DESERVES&lt;/span&gt; to die."??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, who is there to stop "evil" from multiplying? **sigh** I'm contemplating the meaning of existence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person wrote this in his/her blog --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of us had made choices in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For all those that went wrong, there is no longer anything we can do about them, but we can always learn from them so we can make right choices in time to come&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect statement to me ~ I totally agree ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 hour and 22 minute movie ended at about 5pm~  Sound effect was not too bad ~ To us, the story line was definately better than Spiderman 1 and 2 ~ but a bit ..daffy? weird? ridiculous? how could a meteor hit earth and not being noticed? I mean, it's possible, but, you're just a few feet away from the meteorite??!! I could not accept that part &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round of insanity in the washroom after the movie !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFXsxHEEfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9WoPBH-3gtg/s1600-h/DSC01096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFXsxHEEfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9WoPBH-3gtg/s200/DSC01096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062423882749972978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFXgBHEEeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Cafm9ZB6yOs/s1600-h/DSC01098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFXgBHEEeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Cafm9ZB6yOs/s200/DSC01098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062423663706640866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left pic&lt;/span&gt; : Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right pic &lt;/span&gt;: Pounce on liz! Rawrrr !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping time !!! We went to FOS -- freak out store :P -- factory outlet store. Walked around, but nothing met my eye except a girl's hand bag --but it was too costly! Booowhooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkGLHRHEEnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M01xDeb2r2g/s1600-h/Picture%28147%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkGLHRHEEnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M01xDeb2r2g/s320/Picture%28147%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062480413109523058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Liz inside Freak Out Store.&lt;/span&gt;.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicii! We here come !!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicii&lt;/span&gt; -- a clothes store, selling a variety of clothes, ranging from casual wear to office wear to formal wear. We scouted around for nice clothes -- tried them on for the sake of trying! Have a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFiFhHEEhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZaXHL8VLmo8/s1600-h/Picture%28149%29+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFiFhHEEhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZaXHL8VLmo8/s200/Picture%28149%29+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062435303068013074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFjWBHEEiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GbMauI-dI1A/s1600-h/Picture%28164%29+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFjWBHEEiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GbMauI-dI1A/s200/Picture%28164%29+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062436686047482402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee this one!! workshop kind-of clothing/uniform, lol, I don't know how to explain. I looked kinda cute in it &gt;.&lt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFj2hHEEjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3VD35WWrdUA/s1600-h/Picture%28168%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFj2hHEEjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3VD35WWrdUA/s200/Picture%28168%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062437244393230898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFj_RHEEkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CunqRD30YRE/s1600-h/Picture%28173%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFj_RHEEkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CunqRD30YRE/s200/Picture%28173%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062437394717086274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFkOxHEElI/AAAAAAAAAF8/goYlHG_Ki4A/s1600-h/Picture%28182%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFkOxHEElI/AAAAAAAAAF8/goYlHG_Ki4A/s200/Picture%28182%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062437661005058642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...just so so. Didn't really like this set &gt;.&lt; The apple green sleeveless shirt together with a white jacket ~ The jacket was a bit too big for me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it !! Reached home at 6.15pm. I do not wish to talk about what happened when I reached home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-7610741127590640025?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/7610741127590640025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/7610741127590640025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/05/queenbay-with-liz.html' title='Queensbay Mall with Liz'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RkFCLBHEETI/AAAAAAAAADs/XhG2iSt2_T0/s72-c/Receipt+in+sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-8778941480390446181</id><published>2007-05-07T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T16:22:12.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>I seriously need a break ~</title><content type='html'>Had a bad night sleep. I should say this situation has been on for the past few days. The moment I open my eyes, the first thing that flashes across my mind is --&gt; responsibility. This happens almost every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility.....is a burden when there are too many..Responsibilities. SWC...Orientation..4th semester...student leader training..proposal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel short of breath.  This time, I can clearly feel the pressure formed inside my heart, my soul.  It feels like my heart is caged together with some monster or beast --&gt;uneasy, fear, want to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I seriously need a break ~ without this break, I really don't know how long can I continue...I would sure fail all my subjects in semester 4. That's not a joke. I can foresee the consequences. I'm really tired.  Mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-8778941480390446181?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8778941480390446181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=8778941480390446181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/8778941480390446181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/8778941480390446181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-seriously-need-break.html' title='I seriously need a break ~'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-3095554661276139045</id><published>2007-05-06T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:03:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Diary Update --&gt; Result from Procrastination</title><content type='html'>OH !!! Of all sins --&gt; procrastination (self-proclaimed sin) !! Ahhhh....I wanted to write this diary two days ago! Piff...I need an attitude adjustment--&gt;dawdle no further!. Too many things in my mind, I could not decide what to do..Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;1. Create subtitles for my David Tao movie ( Shoot me for my slow progress!)&lt;br /&gt;2. 엄마 아빠의 선물 **this is private &amp; confidential, unless, you know how to read korean**&lt;br /&gt;3. Activities to improve myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...would I be able to finish all the above by 14th May? I need to return to college two weeks before semester starts --&gt; one week for orientation preparation/student leader training, the other is the Orientation week. SF said he is worried for this year's Orientation. This time last year, they were 80% prepared.But now? I doubt we are 60% ready.  Ah Loong needs brushing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Xiao Jie (XJ) invited Seok Ling(SL), Ying Ying (YY), Zhi Yi (ZY) and me out to Queensbay mall. A small reunion for us (secondary schoolmates). ZY reached late (lecturer dismissed them late)... Dine at McD, had quite a good chat ~Managed to snap a few pictures together too from XJ's camera^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xKxHEEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z32Cek9eUDE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xKxHEEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z32Cek9eUDE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061818567239143666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left : Zhi Yi, me, Seok Ling and Ying Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xXhHEEQI/AAAAAAAAADU/eMmGaxokpdg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xXhHEEQI/AAAAAAAAADU/eMmGaxokpdg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061818786282475778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left : Xiao Jie, me, Zhi Yi, Seok Ling, Ying Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took a pic in front of Estee Lauder's poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xfRHEERI/AAAAAAAAADc/i3aekHl9js8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xfRHEERI/AAAAAAAAADc/i3aekHl9js8/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061818919426461970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cheese" in S&amp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xnRHEESI/AAAAAAAAADk/N0y0ZL7E0RA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xnRHEESI/AAAAAAAAADk/N0y0ZL7E0RA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061819056865415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my! We have to help ourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YY just finished her matriculation in Penang, applied for education line ; As for SL, she finished her matriculation in Perak too, but not too sure what she'll pursue in the future.I think XJ has finished HSC at INTI, may continue her studies in Singapore or Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad XJ's twin,Xiao Ying was not there with us. Had a bad shock over the scam incident --&gt; Someone called her up and told her that some loan shark used her name to open a bank account.The bank account was used to engaged in some illegal activities, so, XY was sued to court. But finally, the twins figured out that the call was mere hoax, a scam ! Anyway, XJ had the honour to take home 3 packets of fries! haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No good movies lately, so we removed the idea of watching a movie ~ instead, we went to Borders! Stayed there for about 40 minutes --&gt; of course I continued reading my Sun Zi Bing Fa. LOL ~ It is a good book, a great one indeed, so, after struggling for some time, I decided to buy one. 15% discount ~ hehe..I did not regret ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj1LThHEENI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LvLgNpU2sW4/s1600-h/Picture%28121%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj1LThHEENI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LvLgNpU2sW4/s320/Picture%28121%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061284354911899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Zi Bingfa - Selected Insights &amp; Application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chow Hou Wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the original version of Sun Tzu Art of War (which is in traditional chinese), this book is in english. The author translated the Chinese quotations into English and applied them to modern day businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has passed...didn't do anything productive/constructive. What a failure x____X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom, for the plate of fruits ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj1NAxHEEOI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fn6nb3-2Yb0/s1600-h/Picture%28119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj1NAxHEEOI/AAAAAAAAADE/Fn6nb3-2Yb0/s200/Picture%28119%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061286231812608226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Plate full of love::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish Grand Prix is round the corner !!! RoaR out LOUD people !!!! WOooHOOooo !!!&lt;br /&gt;7 days to go !!!.....and counting !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-3095554661276139045?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3095554661276139045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=3095554661276139045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3095554661276139045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3095554661276139045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/05/late-diary-update-result-from.html' title='Late Diary Update --&gt; Result from Procrastination'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rj8xKxHEEPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z32Cek9eUDE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2927175187554373223</id><published>2007-04-28T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:56:32.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goong S Download Links...</title><content type='html'>I have uploaded the drama "Goong S" in Sendspace link..happy watching ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality : LQ&lt;br /&gt;Audio : Korean&lt;br /&gt;Subtitles : Chinese &amp; English Hardsubbed&lt;br /&gt;Status : 18 Episodes (9&amp;amp;10 could not be uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/fpn75k&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/xmzb2x&lt;br /&gt;Episode 3 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/ri1jt6&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/65dhx3&lt;br /&gt;Episode 5 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/14nodp&lt;br /&gt;Episode 6 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/3zqfjv&lt;br /&gt;Episode 7 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/rwl74x&lt;br /&gt;Episode 8 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/utjk6q&lt;br /&gt;Episode 11 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/wao0lk&lt;br /&gt;Episode 12 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/rvw9pb&lt;br /&gt;Episode 13 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/u1v8q0&lt;br /&gt;Episode 14 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/ajv6ud&lt;br /&gt;Episode 15 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/sbq231&lt;br /&gt;Episode 16 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/rbhaf2&lt;br /&gt;Episode 17 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/qnxvwc&lt;br /&gt;Episode 18 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/8wxo2w&lt;br /&gt;Episode 19 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/k4fcvd&lt;br /&gt;Episode 20 - http://www.sendspace.com/file/aj9c35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2927175187554373223?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2927175187554373223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2927175187554373223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2927175187554373223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2927175187554373223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/goong-s-download-links.html' title='Goong S Download Links...'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-4090235669073098520</id><published>2007-04-23T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:33:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating the meaning of Life........</title><content type='html'>Another monotonous day has passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's song -- 전하지 못할 말 (Palace S OST) echoed in the air.... J has good vocal..her angelic voice has brought peace to my  muddled mind. Below is the download link to the song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/afe0a4ae" target="_blank"&gt;http://sharebee.com/afe0a4ae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good mood was destroyed when omoni and aboji kept disturbing me while I was watching Palace S. What to do? I had to stop watching and calm myself first before I create some other disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to upload this drama in Bww2 forum, but it would consume a lot of time. I'm now ripping the DVD and save the episodes in my external hard disc --&gt; 120GB -- more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared my room, was really messy. Took some photos of Wokiki (a present from Cheing). Cheing...just the thought of your name, endless pain ,sorrow and hatred rushed through my veins...You struck my heart with a dagger coated with venom.Thank god, my friends showed me care and love, then only the poison was extracted and removed forever. I am happy to say, the wound has stopped bleeding, but the scar will always be there.  Yes, you are right, we are and will be as good as strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RiyfIpFoFyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wqBh7fzHNbY/s1600-h/Picture%28109%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RiyfIpFoFyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wqBh7fzHNbY/s320/Picture%28109%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056591452447446818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wokiki - the bear which brought me happiness and sadness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me :" Joanne, is there any hope for you to be with him again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the dagger with blood stains, I didn't ponder for a long time, I replied  :" Once bitten , twice shy. I was bitten 4 times,I believe it's more than enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheing, enough is enough. I guess that's the end of our short fate ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time to "settle" KK's gift from Bentong camp --&gt; fern (yang chi zhi wu)...hehe! Well, the fern was so big, keeping it would be hard. Sorry KK ! I had no choice but to "dispose" it. hehe ~ But, dont worry, I took photos of your good gift -- I am honoured to be the first person to receive "grass" as present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Riye2pFoFxI/AAAAAAAAACs/K5JY9o26UfM/s1600-h/Picture%28115%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Riye2pFoFxI/AAAAAAAAACs/K5JY9o26UfM/s320/Picture%28115%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056591143209801490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good gift from KK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally found the value of taking photos -- what is life if it is not recorded? Memories play an important role in the road to happiness. I planned to invest in a good camera phone^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-4090235669073098520?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4090235669073098520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=4090235669073098520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4090235669073098520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4090235669073098520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/contemplating-meaning-of-life.html' title='Contemplating the meaning of Life........'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RiyfIpFoFyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wqBh7fzHNbY/s72-c/Picture%28109%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-5420086325986040094</id><published>2007-04-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:13:07.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumble'/><title type='text'>When can my unlucky days be gone...</title><content type='html'>Oh! Dreadful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks after returning from the student development camp !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to writeFIVE minutes of meetings...Clear my mess (secretary work)...Arrgh! I slept at 3am and woke up at 7am just to finish my SWC work...gosh. Life is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my "hard work", I was "blessed" with flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just that...I did badly in my taxation test -- 26.5 / 50 --&gt; which I considered REALLY bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...more to come...On Saturday morning, I had red eye! conjunctivitis !! Of all days, why now !!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that...I could not go to college, so, I missed my Viva! (Note: my group members did it without me ) and I seriously don't know what teacher will do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, Jennifer told me that today was the last lecture for basic taxation --&gt; We were behind syllabus (M1 to M7). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SHOOT ME&lt;/span&gt;! Means, I have missed the last lesson!!! Starting from tomorrow, it will be revision!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**...........sob............**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word for the day --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you what made me feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch the delayed telecast yesterday for the race in Bahrain !!!!!!! Waaaaaaaa............&lt;br /&gt;That's my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEEPEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; regret for now !!! I still could not get over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so stupid!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY????????????!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; have listened to my mom's advice to SLEEP early !!!!!!!! Waaaaaa.........Now I have missed the race......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**heart shatters into a zillion pieces**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** no use patching up**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the empty feeling will be there till the next race in Spain**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, if you are reading,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; please&lt;/span&gt;, bear in mind, not to call me to sleep early when there is a race.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAIN&lt;/span&gt; I experienced...was/is.................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNBEARABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey. I need to revise my taxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-5420086325986040094?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5420086325986040094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=5420086325986040094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5420086325986040094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5420086325986040094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-can-my-unlucky-days-be-gone.html' title='When can my unlucky days be gone...'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-5688609392521630991</id><published>2007-04-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:57:12.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Bahrain Grand Prix</title><content type='html'>Shoot FELIPE MASSA!! How can he win the race in Bahrain !! Waaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The results are ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Felipe Massa ( SHOOT ALIVE)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lewis Hamilton (Super Rookie)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kimi Raikkonen ( Cute guy )&lt;br /&gt;4. Nick Heidfeld ( Prince William 2)&lt;br /&gt;5. Fernando Alonso ( Flaming around too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot to write the results for the two previous Grand Prix held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 Australian Grand Prix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kimi Raikkonen&lt;br /&gt;2. Fernando Alonso&lt;br /&gt;3. Lewis Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;4. Nick Heidfeld&lt;br /&gt;5. Giancarlo Fisichella (Fish Head or Fizzy Cola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 Malaysian Grand Prix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fernando Alonso&lt;br /&gt;2. Lewis Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;3. Kimi Raikkonen&lt;br /&gt;4. Nick Heidfeld&lt;br /&gt;5. Felipe Massa ( Arrgh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now...let me intro to you my beloved F1 racers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.grandprix.com/jpeg/phc/pspa05/sat/alonso3-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.grandprix.com/jpeg/phc/pspa05/sat/alonso3-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Alonso says hi to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/Alonso_usgp_2004_pits.jpg/222px-Alonso_usgp_2004_pits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/1e/Alonso_usgp_2004_pits.jpg/222px-Alonso_usgp_2004_pits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonso from Spain looks so COOL~ (too bad, he has a girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tagheuer.com/_images/ambassadors/2005/kr_left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tagheuer.com/_images/ambassadors/2005/kr_left.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Finnish Kimi , the sexy guy ~ (he's married though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spanish.autoblog.com/images/2005/10/kimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://spanish.autoblog.com/images/2005/10/kimi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi, wow..so serious indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inforally.sibiul.ro/foto/nick_heidfeld_f1_profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 384px;" src="http://www.inforally.sibiul.ro/foto/nick_heidfeld_f1_profile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Nick !! Looks like a prince to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://specials.rediff.com/sports/2005/mar/01nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 223px;" src="http://specials.rediff.com/sports/2005/mar/01nick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Heidfeld from Germany ! Handsome prince he is ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.my/url?q=http://i.eurosport.com/2006/12/07/325051-1675830-458-238.jpg&amp;usg=__bzZXW1_OR2fvOHjeTDbCpF2wsvQ="&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.google.com.my/url?q=http://i.eurosport.com/2006/12/07/325051-1675830-458-238.jpg&amp;amp;usg=__bzZXW1_OR2fvOHjeTDbCpF2wsvQ=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my beloved British-born Lewis Hamilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Rookie! There you go !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-5688609392521630991?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5688609392521630991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=5688609392521630991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5688609392521630991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5688609392521630991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/2007-bahrain-grand-prix.html' title='2007 Bahrain Grand Prix'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-5103451636344124802</id><published>2007-04-07T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:57:56.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Development Camp (Day 2 and Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some aerobics (somewhat like Taekwondo), nearly hurt my right knee again. Yeaks. But I didn't tell anyone. Breakfast was...ahem..cold fried rice (I think it should be hot though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rough activities in the morning, just some talks. Mr. Johnny conducted the talk again : Developing Positive Atttitudes and Managing Time Effectly. Well, haha, I realized I'm not good at organizing my time. Will try to improve in that matter ^^ As for attitude, thank god I've changed a lot. I used to be a pessimistic person last time. Everything that came out from my mouth would be...disasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea break, Ms. Chin Chin continued the session. Her topic was : Leaders &amp; Stress Buster. Hmm...well, she's not really a good speaker. Honestly speaking, I was half asleep when she talked! **pai seh** Stress management, well, I'm not good too. When I'm stressed up, hehe, trust me, you better run. I'll go hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time! Too bad, I cannot remember what I've eaten. This time, I could see team work in our team. We did not wash plates individually, but rather we helped each other (divide the job). Good job, mates! Muaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another session conducted by Mr Johnny after lunch --Speaking without fear. Hmmm...I personally think Penang TARCIANS should be the one listening to this talk, not the KLgnites. As for me, I wish someday I could give "effective" speeches, not those which people will end up sleeping in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of talks ended, continued by water activities -- built a raft and go rafting ! Four groups, divided into two teams. We were with group 7. All of us were given a specific time to finish the whole thing. Wow, I was impressed with a gal named Oga. She is really skillful. Time's up! It was time to put the raft to test! Whoompi ! Although we sorta finished the raft earlier, but...haih..well, it was not that successful. Something was wrong with the floats. We did not tie them together tight enough . Our "mission" was to raft to the other end, touch the water (from a  small waterfall) , then come back. 4  trips all in all, I was in the last trip. Hoho..so damn embarrassing !  I kept shouting the wrong command! Damn it! So sorry pals! I think my brain was soaked with water! It was really a nice experience,even though we lost in the end ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next would be rock/wall climbing. I didn't participate, too risky for me. Haih...will try it next time ! Most gals did not reach the top, same for guys too. Guess it was not easy. You need to choose the correct rocks or else kaki sakit! Melissa from group 7 fell I think, when she was coming down. Twisted her ankle.Sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't join the group for dinner, helped Ming Yao to treat Melissa. Soo Qi, Kai Jia and Joo Sim too.  Wow, I was impressed with Ming Yao. haha~ From that moment onwards, I knew I needed to go back and learn more! I have 0% knowledge when it comes to first aid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Turbo-charged Team Building, I joined in half way ( took care of Melissa), together with Soo Qi, Joo Sim and Kai Jia. It was fun! Team work is really important and I was happy to have Group 5 as my team mates ! High Fivers give me five! Whoompi !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdRv6CGglI/AAAAAAAAABM/xzLX2R32CAo/s1600-h/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdRv6CGglI/AAAAAAAAABM/xzLX2R32CAo/s320/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050595390593073746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken during supper ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, after supper, we went back to our dorms. It was stupid to sleep, as, this was our last night together. We ran all the way to the boy's dorm. Hehe! **evil grin** Played card games, but I ended up talking to Ming Yao, Joo Sim and KK. haha. Before that, Joo Sim went out with Ming Yao. Darn! It seemed that the facilitators were on their way to check on us !! Blek! I almost hid under the bed. Darn. Then I remembered --&gt; April Fool. arrgh ! We gals went back at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh....day 3...Well, nothing special about this day. Didn't want to go back though. I didn't join my group for jungle trekking (so sad!). curse my stupid leg again. They had great fun, as for me, I stayed with Melissa. She slept, but I studied taxation. Useless, I read two pages, head on my pillow again ~ A powerful force forced me to sleep. Bwhwhaha ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pack up ~ I took their signature. Missed them so so so much. One group by one group, we took a jeep/truck down. Oh! Before that, we took pictures ! Have a looK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdYZaCGgmI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZzYIO6e4I10/s1600-h/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdYZaCGgmI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZzYIO6e4I10/s320/DSC00036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050602700627411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Five !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdYtaCGgnI/AAAAAAAAABc/qMin0WhlQEg/s1600-h/DSC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdYtaCGgnI/AAAAAAAAABc/qMin0WhlQEg/s320/DSC00037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050603044224795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh YEah ! Let's fly !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdY_KCGgoI/AAAAAAAAABk/8ZVs1UQjU64/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdY_KCGgoI/AAAAAAAAABk/8ZVs1UQjU64/s320/DSC00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050603349167473282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, Joo Sim and me( just ignore) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdZi6CGgpI/AAAAAAAAABs/DKIK0tMsPvE/s1600-h/Picture%2857%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdZi6CGgpI/AAAAAAAAABs/DKIK0tMsPvE/s320/Picture%2857%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050603963347796626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdaEqCGgqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m8U3aevrf2g/s1600-h/Picture%2859%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdaEqCGgqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m8U3aevrf2g/s320/Picture%2859%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050604543168381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdaeKCGgrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yw_638AYc98/s1600-h/Picture%2864%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdaeKCGgrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Yw_638AYc98/s320/Picture%2864%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050604981255045810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ming Yao and me ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdauqCGgsI/AAAAAAAAACE/o8W5HScvGAw/s1600-h/Picture%2865%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdauqCGgsI/AAAAAAAAACE/o8W5HScvGAw/s320/Picture%2865%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050605264722887362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joo Sim, Ming Yao, Bob (behind our bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhdbk6CGguI/AAAAAAAAACU/SaIuUyMfQVk/s1600-h/Picture%2858%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhdbk6CGguI/AAAAAAAAACU/SaIuUyMfQVk/s320/Picture%2858%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050606196730790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joo Sim, Me, Wei Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdbOaCGgtI/AAAAAAAAACM/3vBBsoexzt4/s1600-h/Picture%2867%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdbOaCGgtI/AAAAAAAAACM/3vBBsoexzt4/s320/Picture%2867%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050605810183733970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, before we leave. SWC forever ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhdb-aCGgvI/AAAAAAAAACc/nhXHmWWZUIs/s1600-h/Picture%2880%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhdb-aCGgvI/AAAAAAAAACc/nhXHmWWZUIs/s320/Picture%2880%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050606634817454834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdcP6CGgwI/AAAAAAAAACk/8tHhiIaizYA/s1600-h/Picture%2882%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdcP6CGgwI/AAAAAAAAACk/8tHhiIaizYA/s320/Picture%2882%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050606935465165570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a shop named "Paradise" --&gt; near to TARC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 6.30pm bus back ~ reached penang at about 11.00pm. WOw! I miss you guys! Keep in touch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-5103451636344124802?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5103451636344124802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=5103451636344124802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5103451636344124802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5103451636344124802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/student-development-camp-day-2-and-day.html' title='Student Development Camp (Day 2 and Day 3)'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhdRv6CGglI/AAAAAAAAABM/xzLX2R32CAo/s72-c/DSC00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2411197918014863113</id><published>2007-04-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T15:01:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Development Camp (Day 0 and Day 1)</title><content type='html'>Event : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student Development Camp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 30th March - 1st April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Place : Dusun Eco Resort&lt;br /&gt;Duration : 3 days 2 nights&lt;br /&gt;Organized by :Student Affairs Dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the secretary of SWC, I had the honour to attend this leadership camp. This camp was targeted to all chairpersons, secretaries &amp; EXCO members. All societies in KL were required to send 3 representatives (chairman, secretary &amp;amp; EXCO member). Penang branch campus sent out 3 SWC representatives too -- Tan Kok Loong, Ng Joo Sim, and me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to KL on Thursday evening, the bus left the station at 4.30pm. It was a long 4.5 hour journey, Joo Sim sat beside me. We didn't talk much, just discussed about Odyssey Night. God bless we sat in the front few seats (double decker), or else it would be a bumpy journey for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhcfoKCGgeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RrtECEPOzvI/s1600-h/Picture%2885%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhcfoKCGgeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RrtECEPOzvI/s200/Picture%2885%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050540281867698658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhcfz6CGgfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mLPLrI491-E/s1600-h/Picture%2884%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhcfz6CGgfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mLPLrI491-E/s200/Picture%2884%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050540483731161586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**bus tickets as proof**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached KL at about 9.00pm. My god! We had to take the heavy luggage from one place to the other! The LRT station was behind Puduraya bus terminal. We took RapidKL from Plaza Rakyat (Sentul Timur) to Masjid Jamek, which cost us RM1.20 . From there, we stopped at MCD opposite the station. Took dinner there till about 10pm. Continued journey to Wangsa Maju by taking Putra Lite from Masjid Jamek, RM2.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kiat.net/malaysia/images/kltransit4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 577px;" src="http://www.kiat.net/malaysia/images/kltransit4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching our last stop - Wangsa Maju, I though only TARC students will alight the train. To my surprise, many other passengers left the train too. We hailed a cab, took a ride to TARC main gate. Waited for about 5 minutes, Ee Kang arrived on a motorbike with his friend. He greeted us with a friendly smile. Gosh, KL students looked so...gentleman. Not too long later, Soo Qi and her friend, Kai Jia arrived. Wow, they sure looked mature for Year one students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight at Qi Hui's (Soo Qi's friend) place.Honestly speaking, I don't like the single - storey house. Erm, the toilet was terrible.  There was this  rotten egg smell, couldn't bare it ! Joo Sim and I stayed at her house while Kok Loong stayed with Song Yu and Ee Kang. Went to have a drink at mamak stall nearby which was within walking distance. Song Yu joined us later as he needed to send the gals (KJ &amp; SQ) back to their hostel. Four of them had a pleasant chat over Community Sociology, the different management and handling of society/members in both places. Went back at 2am, chatted with Joo Sim on the bed till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, woke up in a haste, as we were late for breakfast with Ee Kang and friends. Had Ee Mee Soup (practically like Koay Teow Teng, just had Ee Mee instead of Koay Teow)  for breakfast. Chatted a little, then went back to Qi Hui's place to college luggage. From there, we carried our bags to Sports Complex. Gosh! my arms..so numb, I had been carrying too many bags, all the way from Penang! Darn! The college! It was huge! Felt like I've walked for a few thousand miles before arriving at the complex ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All participants gathered and changed into the red T-shirt provided by the college. Speech by principal (so called "lao-yi"), the MC was kinda cool. Still, I preferred OP (MC for Orientation 2006/07), who was also the ex-chairman for SWC. Got to know more friends, those participants sitting around us. Bla bla bla...Oh! Lunch time ! Didn't eat much though, no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusun Eco Resort, we're coming !! Sat on bus 2, with Joo Sim of course. It was an hour journey I think, kinda short. Arrived when I was about to doze off. Darn ! Waited under the shade. Thank god I took my Maxis phone along.  Bad luck for Digi subscribers. Hohoho ~ Most participants had the excited looks. I could not smile much, my hands were breaking. haha~ Curse the damn bags ! Felt like I took a bag of sand there instead of shirts.Minutes later ,jeeps/trucks arrived and I was assigned to the 5th group. Hopped on and there we go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stayed in dorms --&gt; as for me, I stayed in dorm 4, together with the other gals. Girls occupied 2 rooms, same for guys. Aisyah was the dorm head, dorm key bearer( this sentence sounded awkward! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice breaking was simple, but not easy! Next on the program list was Obstacle course. Gosh, could not explain how much I have missed! *sob sob* Stupid leg, you have caused me much trouble in Korea! The students' eager participation was what I've not expected. Unlike students in Penang, running and hiding behind the trees when it was their turn, KL students impressed me a lot.Probably because they are office bearers. As a leader, if you do not have the courage to even play such games, you're considered a lousy one. Boo-hoo~ (hope I'm not on the list, but I can't deny I am a little chicken!)  It was fun for those who participated, for me, well, I could have done better. Anyway, don't give up JO! Come back again when you're ready! YEah! If you want to sleep in satisfaction, you need to wake up in determination! Mr. Alan, I'll be ready for the next camp! (forgive me, I didn't take my knee guard along this time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc606CGggI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cNDNQoHLEnM/s1600-h/DSC00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc606CGggI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cNDNQoHLEnM/s320/DSC00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050570187724980738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From left : Kai Jia, Me, Joo Sim, Soo Qi and Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind us was the suspension bridge (jambatan gantung)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc7qaCGghI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m2ZH-d5f7WY/s1600-h/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc7qaCGghI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m2ZH-d5f7WY/s320/DSC00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050571106847982098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool guys ! Wanna fly ? (Meng &amp; Kim Yeong, don't be so down to earth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back row from left : Meng, TJ, Woo Tong, Kim Yeong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Front row from left : Cicak-man, Botak, KK, Kok Loong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc8fKCGgiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ps0IJItQpC4/s1600-h/DSC00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc8fKCGgiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ps0IJItQpC4/s320/DSC00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050572013086081570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi !! Greetings from High Fivers! Woohoo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc9ZqCGgjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hNsspSHtcbk/s1600-h/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc9ZqCGgjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hNsspSHtcbk/s320/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050573018108428850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muddy trip! Oh-huh! Is Bob trying to kill us?&lt;br /&gt;RUUUuunnnnnnnn !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc9-6CGgkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qmp0gB627-A/s1600-h/DSC00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/Rhc9-6CGgkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Qmp0gB627-A/s320/DSC00019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050573658058555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To trust you or not is a big issue here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was simple.The rule was simple too. Wash after you eat. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A talk after dinner, I thought I would end up sleeping, but Mr. Johnny proved me wrong. He was such a good speaker! Bravo! The talk was : Effective Meeting and Minutes Writing. I learned quite a lot. Hoped Loong learned something too. He's too "grassy" and wanted wear. LOL ~ (quoted from Form 4 Literature - "the road not taken" by Robert Frost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light out! Good nite and  good bye to day 1 !!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2411197918014863113?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2411197918014863113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2411197918014863113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2411197918014863113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2411197918014863113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/student-development-camp-day-0-and-day.html' title='Student Development Camp (Day 0 and Day 1)'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RhcfoKCGgeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RrtECEPOzvI/s72-c/Picture%2885%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-1535633603407944514</id><published>2007-04-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:39:16.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>Arrgh, had a bad week. Assignments due, minutes to submit before semester exams, haven't done any effective revision, sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream last night. I dream that I had cancer, final stage. Everyone seemed to look very sad (for me), except me. In my dream, death did not bother me at all, though I know I did not want to leave this earth so soon. But miracle happened, God gave me a second chance to live on. I could hear a voice from somewhere (I didn't where it came from), saying that it was not my time yet, because I am not a true Christian (not baptized). I could not continue my path to heaven, so, God sent me back to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very peaceful, even though I was on the death bed, struggling with my disease. I know how death haunts those who are ill, but not me. It was really a weird dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-1535633603407944514?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1535633603407944514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=1535633603407944514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1535633603407944514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1535633603407944514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-3168566826549851916</id><published>2007-03-25T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:43:45.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day has passed</title><content type='html'>Yean Ling , my classmate came to my house last night for a night's stay. Happy to have her company.  We watched Dong Bang Shin Ki's banjun drama till 2am. Had a hearty laugh though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freak" by Paran woke me up this morning --&gt; my alarm music. Gosh, could not even open my eyes. Fell back to slumber bed after switching off the alarm. I hate the traditional "ring!!!" or the "tut tut" alarm clocks. They are so annoying, spoil the day!I don't understand why mom uses such alarm clocks.  *piff* cast them away! In to the rubbish bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good question. Why must I wake up so early (as in 7.30am) ? I had to attend some  "walk against violence" program organized by NGO ( I can't remember which organization). Reached Queensbay Mall at about 8.45am. Wow, a large crowd gathered in front of the mall, the MC's voice echoed down the street. Everyone was in a high spirit (for the protest). Called up Kok Loong, and I told him that I did not want to register--too crowded, and I hate crowds. He gave me his lucky draw tickets ( They were of no use to me anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horrified (that's a bit exaggerating^^)  when Joo Sim told me that they did not prepare any banners or play cards! Gosh. Well,we participated in the protest too, in the end. TARCians in black shirts,walking under the hot sun--imagine how we glared at Kok Loong who suggested us to wear black. Trust me, if a glare kills, Kok Loong would have been shot dead 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk, we "escaped" into the mall (there were other activities, but we did not participate). The whole gang went to watch Mr. Bean's holiday, Yean Ling followed them too. I did not join in as I've watched this movie before with mom and dad. Sincerely speaking from the bottom of my heart, I would not even think of idling my time away with them. They are really childish. So, I went to Borders and continued reading my book which I have stopped half way through during the last visit --&gt; Tuesdays with Morrie. Good book. Inspiring. Read another book --&gt; SunZi Bingfa : Selected Insights and Applications. Really good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a great day with Phil today. He's such a great man. He pretended to be my dadii today and I be his little gal. lol~ I really enjoyed his company^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-3168566826549851916?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/3168566826549851916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=3168566826549851916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3168566826549851916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/3168566826549851916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-day-has-passed.html' title='Another day has passed'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2947454190076272868</id><published>2007-03-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:11:39.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whoopi! Home at last ! Can't wait to spam online! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I won't be back to college till next Mon.Poof! Let go all my duties ! This week, we are hunting for student leaders for the orientation week. Below shows the committee members :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Chairman : Tan Kok Loong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Vice Chair :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1)Ng Joo Sim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2) Chow Weng Leong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Secretary : Ch’ng Hui Juan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Asst. Secretary : Cheah Xinqing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Treasurer : Cheam Yean Ling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Public Relation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; (1)Ng Li Li&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(2)Lee Phei Phei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Food &amp; Beverage :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; (1) Yeoh Zheng Phei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2) Ong Wei Yong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(3)Remy Wong Vui Khen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Games Coordinator :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1) Yeoh Thiam Chye (Telematch)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2)Teoh Jing Cheng (Treasure Hunt)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(3)Choo Wei Siang (Sports)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Event Manager : Low Yit Shin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;P.A : Cheah Hoong Min&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lighting : Tan Sing Kuang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Physical Arrangement : Kong Teik Keat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Stage Assistance :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(1)Khoo Teng Seang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2)Kong Mei Chia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;MC : Tan Ai Vee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Booklet Design/IT :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; (1) Eng Wei Hong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2)Soon Yyi-Lyng&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Student Leader Advisor :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(SOT)Cheong Zhi Shan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(SBS) Wilson Wang Chong Keat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I am not happy with this committee.My ideal committee should consist of people from outside SWC ( other TARCIANS). There are so many talented and skilled students outside SWC, why can't Kok Loong just take them in? They can make the Orientation more successful than what we will be having in the future. There are quite a number of SWC members that do not contribute anything (for SWC), so,I don't think they deserve to hold a post in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the past 3 days, according to Joo Sim, there were not many students who applied to be student leaders.The response was not that good. Many said they do not have time. I really hope I could train them up a little^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored all As' for my second semester's exam, mom gave me a small treat. Went to eat oyster noodles when we were on the way back from college. Really delicious, but,it was a bit too costly (RM4.50) and there were not many oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Queensbay Mall for a movie - 300. The movie was touching, motivating and inspiring. The movie's plot is as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of Persian messengers arrive at Sparta, demanding Sparta's submission to King Xerxes. Outraged and offended at their behavior, King Leonidas kicks the messengers into a pit and resolves to fight the Persians. He visits the Oracle, explaining his plan and offering a customary payment in gold. The priestly Ephors, having been bribed by Xerxes, interpret the Oracle's message to mean that Sparta should not go to war, so as to not interrupt the sacred Carneian festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Leonidas gathers 300 of his best soldiers to fight the Persians (selecting those who have already sired children). As they march north, they are joined by a group of Arcadians and other Greeks. Arriving at the narrow cliffs of Thermopylae (or "Hot Gates"), in sight of the Persian army, they build a wall to halt the Persians' advance. Ephialtes, a hunchbacked Spartan whose parents had fled to save him from customary infanticide, approaches Leonidas, requesting to redeem his father's name in battle, and warning him about a secret goat path that the Persians could use to surround them. Leonidas turns him away as his inability to properly hold the shield would create a weak spot in the phalanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the battle starts, the Persians ask that the 300 drop their arms. Leonidas responds "come and take them!" The Spartans use the phalanx formation, and hand to hand combat, to fight off numerous waves of attackers, including an elite group called the Immortals. The 300 defend their position for a number of days and suffer few losses. Xerxes, impressed, approaches Leonidas directly and promises him wealth and power in exchange for his surrender. The Spartan king declines, saying that he will instead make the "God King" bleed. Shortly thereafter, an embittered Ephialtes reveals the goat path to Xerxes, and is promised a lucrative and powerful position in the Persian Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Sparta, Queen Gorgo, upon the advice of a councilman, attempts to enlist the influential Theron to help her persuade the Spartan council to send reinforcements to Leonidas. Theron agrees to help, but demands that Gorgo sleep with him; Gorgo reluctantly assents. Meanwhile, the Greeks realize that Ephialtes has betrayed them, and the Arcadians decide to retreat in the face of certain death. The Spartans refuse to follow, respecting their laws. Leonidas orders only one man, Dilios, to retreat and use his rhetorical gifts to tell the story of the 300 to the Spartan people, ensuring that they be remembered. Dilios reluctantly leaves with the Arcadians. At Sparta, Queen Gorgo appears in front of the council, but is not supported by Theron, who furthermore accuses her of adultery. The Queen, enraged at this betrayal, manages to kill him by snatching a sword from a nearby soldier. Persian coins fall from Theron's purse, and the Council denounces him as a traitor and unites against Persia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Thermopylae, the 300 are surrounded by the Persian troops. Xerxes' spokesman demands their surrender, saying that Leonidas may keep his title as King of Sparta and become warlord of all Greece, answering only to Xerxes. In defiance, Leonidas throws his spear at Xerxes, and cuts his cheek, thus delivering on his promise to "make the 'God King' bleed." Xerxes signals for his archers to fire. The remaining Spartans are killed in the hail of arrows, with Leonidas dying last. Dilios eventually returns to Sparta and inspires the council with the bravery of the 300. Finishing the tale of the 300 a year later on a new battlefield, Dilios concludes that the Persian army, who defeated a mere 300 Spartans only after great difficulty, must now be terrified to face 10,000 Spartans and 30,000 Greeks from the other city-states. The roused Greek host heads off to fight the Persian army, beginning the Battle of Plataea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheing was right. Leonidas's words were really powerful, really effective, really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we continued to go to Jusco and bought sushi (to celebrate!). Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a smile ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2947454190076272868?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2947454190076272868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2947454190076272868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2947454190076272868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2947454190076272868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-1507843745688177379</id><published>2007-03-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:09:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 March 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Attended Microsoft Access lecture in the morning at 9am. Will be having theory and practical test on that subject next week, so Joanne, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: Batang;" lang="KO"&gt;화이팅&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;!!!!!!! After class, went for SWC duty (enroll student leader), at the same time, I used the college’s wi-fi to access to internet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;I want to be like my brothers, so intelligent and wise. I suddenly realized the importance of knowledge. Without the basic knowledge, it’s really hard to converse with people. I am so glad that I could talk to Jennifer about Australia Grand Prix results when were in MYOB tutorial. Besides, I found out from The Sun Newspapers that, exercise will enhance one’s memory, help to create new brain cells.So, I need to exercise more! Work hard yo !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;During the morning lecture, Kelly announced to the classmates that Kwang Lin received a love letter from some anonymous girl. The letter was left on his car’s wipers. Kwang Lin allowed me to read that letter. Geesh, the love letter was really good! LOL~Not too sure what Ah Lin will do with the girl, afterall, he has had a girlfriend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Watched drama as soon as I arrived home after college. I love a sentence that says : As long as you’re breathing and living your life, you have no right to regret or feel remorse over what you have done. What has passed, even just a few seconds ago, is and will be history. Yeah,I guess that’s really true. Feel remorse when you think it will make you a better person. Otherwise, just forget it and live your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Didn’t dine in with Auntie Amy tonight. Went out to Yean Ling’s house to have a chat with her and her friends. She had a Zhang Xiao Xian book in her hand. Told her I loved that author too!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Introduced to her a few other books like Narnia, Dan Brown’s books, etc. From her house, we went to Subaidah and I had Naan Tandoori Set as my dinner. Yummy. It was quite delicious. Enjoyed it. Oh, how I wish I have a good camera phone, so I can take good photos everywhere I go. The Naan Tandoori Set cost RM6 and my medium-size teh ice cost RM2. Satisfying dinner ^^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;From there, we moved on to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; plaza. Yean Ling’s housemate went to FILA shop to buy some clothes. To my surprise, Soo Pin (my ex-classmate in college) and Gary (first runner up prom king) are working in that shop. Soo Pin stopped studying in Penang TARC but will start a new course (graphic design) in May in KL Main Campus. As for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, he works part time (from 5pm). Treated Yean Ling a cup of hot chocolate from Dôme. This was the first time Yean Ling tasted hot chocolate and I told her it would be better if you drink this during winter time – cozy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RgE8LRGteYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dxvDp8HSRQ/s1600-h/Picture%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RgE8LRGteYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dxvDp8HSRQ/s200/Picture%2837%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044379221899442562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once in a while, I really love to give my friend a treat. My friend feels happy and I’ll be happy too. But, I must bare in mind that, I cannot be too wasteful and spend like no one’s business. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;It’s past twelve now. Need to have some rest, I’ll be in library tomorrow, revising my basic taxation. Good luck, Jo ~ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Good night, mom and dad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Footlight MT Light&amp;quot;;"&gt;Good night, Father. Thanks for blessing me a happy and peaceful day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-1507843745688177379?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/1507843745688177379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=1507843745688177379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1507843745688177379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/1507843745688177379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/20-march-2007.html' title='20 March 2007'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mWOGWWni7Vc/RgE8LRGteYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5dxvDp8HSRQ/s72-c/Picture%2837%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-4870456108080819199</id><published>2007-03-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:33:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet Steamboat with Teacher</title><content type='html'>Spammed online the whole morning, read up a bit of news on the internet. Gee, Malaysian news are damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovakia's economy is catching up. The country revalued the currency (koruna) against the Euro - as a measurement to cool down the overheating economy (aimed to contain inflationary risk).  Myanmar is attracting many foreign investments in energy sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school teacher asked me out this evening, though I rejected earlier. I needed to revise my Basic Taxation (boring subject, tax cut...). But....could not resist going out for a free treat ^^ lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a few places before going to the restaurant. My teacher's car hit a sharp curb, the tires seemed deflated. Went to patrol station to inflate them. She did not know how to do it, so I did it for her ^^ FIRST time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The restaurant,well, is located by the roadside (busy road), and the compound of the restaurant is really small..Gosh, parking problem !!Some even need to give their car keys to the person-in-charge, so they can move your car anytime ( if blocking other cars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food..it's actually buffet steamboat, Rm26.80 (USD 7.64). Not too bad,a variety of seafood, meat, vegetables..**burp**...really full. I would love to take my mom there someday^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-4870456108080819199?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4870456108080819199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=4870456108080819199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4870456108080819199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4870456108080819199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/buffet-steamboat-with-teacher.html' title='Buffet Steamboat with Teacher'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-4804023091021601536</id><published>2007-03-18T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:16:10.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>The Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icarusinternational.com/2002visualgallery/2002artwork/T-Z/tarrao-d_sm-steps-in-mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.icarusinternational.com/2002visualgallery/2002artwork/T-Z/tarrao-d_sm-steps-in-mind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind,&lt;br /&gt;where the ruler is the mentor himself,&lt;br /&gt;holding the key to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind, it may be like a prudent artist,&lt;br /&gt;sketching out the one-way path,&lt;br /&gt;though creating junctions and crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;when boredom bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind,&lt;br /&gt;it may be like an unscrupulous hypnotist,&lt;br /&gt;a devilish delusion,&lt;br /&gt;a taste of malignity hangs in the air,&lt;br /&gt;at the second when darkness prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind,&lt;br /&gt;it may be like a surreptitious spy,&lt;br /&gt;unveiling one's hidden character in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;digging up his murky desires,&lt;br /&gt;compiling his wildness dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decoyed by innocent curiosity,&lt;br /&gt;beguiled by a sinless lure.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainly extended his hands into the thick illusive mist,&lt;br /&gt;where right and wrong stood a fair chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There,&lt;br /&gt;a vague line appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Between&lt;br /&gt;the tiny whisper of reason,&lt;br /&gt;and the ocean of blind consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice was authorized.&lt;br /&gt;Again,&lt;br /&gt;plunging into a familiar abyss of déjà vu,&lt;br /&gt;It's the mind's bottomless kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;where flashes of the past conflicted with the present.&lt;br /&gt;It is the maze of deciphering thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;A task to unmask feelings,&lt;br /&gt;A test of truth,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate verification of one's decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Jo@nne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comments are welcomed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arts4u.org/zhungur/abyss.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/painting/1/7/I/W/Abstract-Art-Taal-Monument1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/painting/1/7/I/W/Abstract-Art-Taal-Monument1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0_vu" class="l"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-4804023091021601536?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4804023091021601536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=4804023091021601536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4804023091021601536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4804023091021601536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/mind.html' title='The Mind'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-5115413519619567371</id><published>2007-03-18T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:32:08.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Kingdom of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mjunxtion.co.za/images/Lakeside-View-1Entabeni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.mjunxtion.co.za/images/Lakeside-View-1Entabeni.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a place,&lt;br /&gt;where wishes bloom in spring,&lt;br /&gt;happiness matures in the coldest month of winter,&lt;br /&gt;where miracles spark in the mournful autumn,&lt;br /&gt;and peace buds in the long frustrating summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the realm I flee to,&lt;br /&gt;from the robot army of "reality",&lt;br /&gt;the continuous waves of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;and the faithful servants of endless emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without this bogus world,&lt;br /&gt;the mind is defenseless,&lt;br /&gt;against the menacing idea of realism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a land,&lt;br /&gt;where tears of angels can sing,&lt;br /&gt;where laughter is a mixture of pain,&lt;br /&gt;where torture is a pleasure itself,&lt;br /&gt;where gods and goddesses&lt;br /&gt;gather to celebrate the birth of evil,&lt;br /&gt;where hell is the haven for peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kingdom may rise and fall,&lt;br /&gt;the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;may be ruled by malicious thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;the mind funded by surreptitious intentions,&lt;br /&gt;where the end justifies the means.&lt;br /&gt;But what lies in the core of madness,&lt;br /&gt;it is a place I call it,&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;© Jo@nne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Comments are welcomed)&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/2298320035934393070-5115413519619567371?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5115413519619567371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=5115413519619567371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5115413519619567371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/5115413519619567371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/kingdom-of-heaven_17.html' title='Kingdom of Heaven'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-2466676138925002569</id><published>2007-03-18T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:33:19.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.claudiampublications.com/images/Reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.claudiampublications.com/images/Reflection.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear image,&lt;br /&gt;I'm you but you aren't me,&lt;br /&gt;you're my hopes,&lt;br /&gt;but never my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears collide with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;happiness conflicts with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I can sense it,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just an image&lt;br /&gt;You're just a reflection,&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing more than&lt;br /&gt;the echo of my wishes of who to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;a reflection is merely a vague impression,&lt;br /&gt;a misinterpreted illusion,&lt;br /&gt;a mistaken belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be disillusioned,&lt;br /&gt;the roots have stretched long,&lt;br /&gt;deep into the realm of imagination,&lt;br /&gt;where there is no point of return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply hidden you are in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;in a maze&lt;br /&gt;constructed by the mind,&lt;br /&gt;it looks impossible to search for you,&lt;br /&gt;to hunt for you,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;to drag you out from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pitiful soul is jailed by an alluring smile,&lt;br /&gt;but it sweetly haunts me,&lt;br /&gt;my doleful spirit is yearning for the strongest gentleness,&lt;br /&gt;but it is just a tantalizing fallacy,&lt;br /&gt;a seductive world of fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it,&lt;br /&gt;my soul is screeching,&lt;br /&gt;begging for mercy,&lt;br /&gt;undecided to continue or to flee,&lt;br /&gt;from the voluntary torture,&lt;br /&gt;that turns me into a mournful banshee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you linger longer,&lt;br /&gt;is to finish my life faster,&lt;br /&gt;but to let me dwell on,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to assassinate you.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is,&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I noticed you,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't last,&lt;br /&gt;A stick might just drive through your heart,&lt;br /&gt;crashing you into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;you wont die but you'll be deformed,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the pond,&lt;br /&gt;I recognize your shadow,&lt;br /&gt;silhouetted against my wanted identity,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;the smallest grain of sand may rip you into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;the tiniest pebble may blow you whole,&lt;br /&gt;disfigured you'll be&lt;br /&gt;but a next life you'll gain.&lt;br /&gt;then again,as long as you exist,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be pebbles nearby.&lt;br /&gt;A new life will be lost right after another life is received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be a spoon,&lt;br /&gt;or even a metal bowl,&lt;br /&gt;any degree I turn,&lt;br /&gt;I see you.&lt;br /&gt;but realize this,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be perfect at any angle, any point,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be a distorted figure in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;especially rotten at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;but no matter where you are,&lt;br /&gt;you'll not look perfect.&lt;br /&gt;a mirror, a glass,&lt;br /&gt;a pond or a spoon,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's a way to erase you,&lt;br /&gt;sign you out from my memory&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Jo@nne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Comments are welcomed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://studio.nathanielguy.com/yard_in_a_spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 168px;" src="http://studio.nathanielguy.com/yard_in_a_spoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.worldofstock.com/slides/NAB1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 167px;" src="http://images.worldofstock.com/slides/NAB1599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://studio.nathanielguy.com/yard_in_a_spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-2466676138925002569?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2466676138925002569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=2466676138925002569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2466676138925002569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/2466676138925002569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/kingdom-of-heaven.html' title='Image'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298320035934393070.post-4416849813692968823</id><published>2007-03-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:56:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time blogging</title><content type='html'>Why do people blog? Before today, I have never given it a thought. When I asked people around me, why do they want to blog, these were what they said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing much, just to kill time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I want to share my feelings and emotions with this world.I want to let people know what I am thinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like my diary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me? Why do I want to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this blog is targeted to those people who do not know me. What is the use of blog when you can't include your personal feelings? As for me, I will describe my sadness and happiness in detail. What's life if it is not shared. Well, maybe at this age, I can do so, write what I want. But not in the future, when I step into the working world. Hearts of men...too dark, too complicated, too dangerous to reveal what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things to write, I really don't know where to start. Okay, let's start with what I did just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pretty depressed mood today. Mom invited me to go to Boarders, sit there and read a book.Initially I wanted to follow her , but at the time she suggested that, I was watching my drama half way through (more or less 10 mins left). The drama I watched was "Silence", acted by Vic Zhou and Park Eun Hye. Vic is a Chinese, Eun Hye is a korean. Before watching, I wondered : how are they going to communicate??? It's like a duck and a chicken, talking about what to eat for dinner! Ohh....after watching the first episode, i knew how they communicate. The korean acts as someone dumb, while the chinese speaks mandarin. Arrgh. I should have known that ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went out at about 7.05pm. I went upstairs, changed and went out for a stroll around the neighbourhood, with my MP4 in my pocket. I was alone, and i enjoyed being alone. The air around was refreshing, I guess because my house is by the hill side ^^I love to observe the surrounding. As I walked past so many houses, I realized, many of the houses have dogs to guard their house. Ferocious dogs, I mean. Dogs which love to bark and bark all day and never get tired. *sigh* How are the occupants ever going to have a good night sleep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these dogs to guard the houses, from there, I had a thought. The neighborhood is not that safe. Alarms (to detect intruders) are installed in many houses, even though the police patrols the area quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are of course, generally getting richer and richer each day. Every household has at least one air-conditioner. 3 out of 5 houses have &lt;span class="def-word"&gt;satellite dishes ( for home television). Cars? that goes without saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is, why people kept looking at me (with a weird look) when i walked down the street?? Joking, I will ask in my heart : 뭐 봐? 나 예쁘지? ( what are you looking at? Is it because I am pretty?) haha. Life is weird ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's spamming time. I love to spam in bww2 forum. Talked to a guy by the name Alex. I mean, chatted in MSN. He's a bww2 user. Infamous for being rude, swearing and cursing the other members. Pathetic. Nonetheless, he looks cute for a 15 year old boy. At times, he can talk like a 30 year-old. Impressive. Sad to say, people from the forum will either view him as a gay or a pervert. haha! So sorry for you, Alex ! but that's the price you have to pay for cursing around ! This is a pic of the super pervert :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/1411/dsc00269ph0.jpg"&gt;                                                       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/1411/dsc00269ph0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is enjoyable when you sit back and listen to relaxing music ^^ Off the lights of course ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, and I suddenly miss my brother in USA. How is he doing? I hope he's fine ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Lights OFF, Music ON**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lautan.indosiar.com/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=16197" class="l"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298320035934393070-4416849813692968823?l=cheekiyaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/feeds/4416849813692968823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298320035934393070&amp;postID=4416849813692968823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4416849813692968823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298320035934393070/posts/default/4416849813692968823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheekiyaya.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-time-blogging.html' title='First time blogging'/><author><name>Cheekiyaya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t242/naujiuh/bruce_red_baby.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
