<?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-8872897739947357685</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:28:12.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog has expired. read at your own risks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7847583416827887760</id><published>2010-02-13T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:54:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**UPDATE**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/S3ZadcNq-PI/AAAAAAAABVk/lySerXi_QAM/s1600-h/P1070410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/S3ZadcNq-PI/AAAAAAAABVk/lySerXi_QAM/s400/P1070410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437633061932693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://9530976.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://9530976.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7847583416827887760?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7847583416827887760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7847583416827887760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7847583416827887760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='**UPDATE**'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/S3ZadcNq-PI/AAAAAAAABVk/lySerXi_QAM/s72-c/P1070410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5147045474759798850</id><published>2010-01-01T01:57:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:37:22.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the 3 of us hugged together in the middle of that night on 29th(we're not having threesome btw), approximately about 3am, we exchanged words and reflected all the things that we've done together throughout the year. Even though not much has been spoken, as the moment  was too weird for our brains to process on what words to be used, and all I thought about was "film club, we should have started earlier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4YVuFJsrI/AAAAAAAABU8/2MUnxMFhK4s/s1600-h/starlight+comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4YVuFJsrI/AAAAAAAABU8/2MUnxMFhK4s/s400/starlight+comm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421797762826613426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;courtesy of ChristinLim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't it great that humans are emotional? I felt sad again. The exact feeling when we sent Kahwei off. And the decision to not send Kayee was perhaps a right one. I think i might cry. We all might. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boon said something about "almost 2 years of friendship"; and I don't really remember what Fangkai has said. He just laughed I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Together with these 2 buggers, I had made a bad investment: MatchAttax. A really bad one. Like freaking bad. You know how bad? I don't want to tell you how bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MgoCIbwI/AAAAAAAABO8/-Z49x3zxYds/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MgoCIbwI/AAAAAAAABO8/-Z49x3zxYds/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784756042362626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MatchAttax Maniacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But the process was fun. Together, we did stupid things. Not forgetting Kahwei as well. I mean, you will have funny things and stupid things to do when there's Fangkai with Kahwei. Just like when I saw the horse, I think of Fangkai. And you know he will do it. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZpq1QgI/AAAAAAAABUc/hn1HOV2a0sI/s1600-h/P1060859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZpq1QgI/AAAAAAAABUc/hn1HOV2a0sI/s400/P1060859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791233292190210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SrMc3qiI/AAAAAAAABUs/Uarn-c0HccA/s1600-h/P1040548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SrMc3qiI/AAAAAAAABUs/Uarn-c0HccA/s400/P1040548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791534686644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fooling around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MgoCIbwI/AAAAAAAABO8/-Z49x3zxYds/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Year 2009 has been great. And year 2010 would be even greater. I made some new friends. I still talked to strangers. Old friendship restored. More gossips to catch up. More stuffs to bitch about as well. Also, new found interest: camera. Made more videos. Taken big decisions, had some tough times with homework, had some real good times with some friends. But of all these, I am sure 2010 would be good. A year of favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the year 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PnBNBLMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ceGIWRoErBM/s1600-h/n689206475_1385034_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PnBNBLMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ceGIWRoErBM/s400/n689206475_1385034_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788164413009090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dance Crew for "Thriller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, first time dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4POtF6YgI/AAAAAAAABQc/4U-ynM8QPF8/s1600-h/CNY+celebration+JAN%2709+%28204%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4POtF6YgI/AAAAAAAABQc/4U-ynM8QPF8/s400/CNY+celebration+JAN%2709+%28204%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421787746697634306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First ever runway for MooMooFiesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Pnt6Q4fI/AAAAAAAABRE/x8XlQ-1iDrM/s1600-h/P1000060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Pnt6Q4fI/AAAAAAAABRE/x8XlQ-1iDrM/s400/P1000060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788176413942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terrible assignment trip to HinduTemple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PPDxVkcI/AAAAAAAABQs/aM5v0o1kI5o/s1600-h/n669261969_2521687_6371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PPDxVkcI/AAAAAAAABQs/aM5v0o1kI5o/s400/n669261969_2521687_6371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421787752785351106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Experienced my first and last clubbing, MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QkFTAEWI/AAAAAAAABSM/Q0juQepi8zQ/s1600-h/P1000870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QkFTAEWI/AAAAAAAABSM/Q0juQepi8zQ/s400/P1000870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789213483864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hello HongKong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PoWuY0PI/AAAAAAAABRU/O3zVqRhZUYo/s1600-h/P1000623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PoWuY0PI/AAAAAAAABRU/O3zVqRhZUYo/s400/P1000623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788187369984242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Director seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qj-w-GMI/AAAAAAAABSE/SOsac3cXWZU/s1600-h/P1000811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qj-w-GMI/AAAAAAAABSE/SOsac3cXWZU/s400/P1000811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789211730516162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When things were all fine for Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qke2neBI/AAAAAAAABSU/T5NwHPem4iE/s1600-h/P1000833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qke2neBI/AAAAAAAABSU/T5NwHPem4iE/s400/P1000833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789220344133650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;EA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, only available in HongKong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhG02_SI/AAAAAAAABPE/mQFZnk558O4/s1600-h/2783_76423141475_689206475_1821156_5830524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhG02_SI/AAAAAAAABPE/mQFZnk558O4/s400/2783_76423141475_689206475_1821156_5830524_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784764308192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genting trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 dudes and 4 dudettes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4adjVZ9CI/AAAAAAAABVE/z7NN4dbkdiM/s1600-h/MALACCA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4adjVZ9CI/AAAAAAAABVE/z7NN4dbkdiM/s400/MALACCA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421800096404206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Made a 15min of video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for MPW exhibition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhR8NAqI/AAAAAAAABPM/prd7atKQbFg/s1600-h/4739_105362821257_806271257_2602229_1124502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhR8NAqI/AAAAAAAABPM/prd7atKQbFg/s400/4739_105362821257_806271257_2602229_1124502_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784767291785890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Screw the match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4bV6XLIMI/AAAAAAAABVM/jUTGGTq4FtE/s1600-h/P1020024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4bV6XLIMI/AAAAAAAABVM/jUTGGTq4FtE/s400/P1020024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421801064658313410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebrated birthday with grilf instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RezVLLKI/AAAAAAAABSs/D5e51GCHdhg/s1600-h/5733_123356601257_806271257_2938066_1490662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RezVLLKI/AAAAAAAABSs/D5e51GCHdhg/s400/5733_123356601257_806271257_2938066_1490662_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790222273424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trazzle II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were hoodies-fied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MiIZDUuI/AAAAAAAABPc/v0dnoSjGlRU/s1600-h/6448_137228203102_586743102_3245337_3864721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MiIZDUuI/AAAAAAAABPc/v0dnoSjGlRU/s400/6448_137228203102_586743102_3245337_3864721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784781908300514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grab fake boobs of Boon for the very first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfQSX5nI/AAAAAAAABS8/wTPxV95yvyI/s1600-h/P1030208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfQSX5nI/AAAAAAAABS8/wTPxV95yvyI/s400/P1030208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790230046303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attended P1 Screening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfPsTtqI/AAAAAAAABS0/LwrkXCtjHNA/s1600-h/P1020803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfPsTtqI/AAAAAAAABS0/LwrkXCtjHNA/s400/P1020803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790229886645922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEPT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Melaka Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhhFg5uI/AAAAAAAABPU/HgrcXogPGLY/s1600-h/6333_152080206257_806271257_3435753_5508846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4MhhFg5uI/AAAAAAAABPU/HgrcXogPGLY/s400/6333_152080206257_806271257_3435753_5508846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784771357370082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and imma cool dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Melaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfoTSA1I/AAAAAAAABTE/TdF5UPGV714/s1600-h/P1030364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4RfoTSA1I/AAAAAAAABTE/TdF5UPGV714/s400/P1030364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790236492563282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birth of ICSJ Film Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Rfx9L5kI/AAAAAAAABTM/BLU4NdGVMVs/s1600-h/P1030432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Rfx9L5kI/AAAAAAAABTM/BLU4NdGVMVs/s400/P1030432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790239084242498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Club launched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QkuThnaI/AAAAAAAABSc/JBTma0dc-fY/s1600-h/P1010637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QkuThnaI/AAAAAAAABSc/JBTma0dc-fY/s400/P1010637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789224491916706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prom: Mystical Illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qk5Mg6wI/AAAAAAAABSk/JEftI6KAV3o/s1600-h/P1010652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4Qk5Mg6wI/AAAAAAAABSk/JEftI6KAV3o/s400/P1010652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421789227415300866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YannHuoy looked gorgeous this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone remembers that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4TseTLf7I/AAAAAAAABU0/zviWk5mPDU8/s1600-h/P1010666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4TseTLf7I/AAAAAAAABU0/zviWk5mPDU8/s400/P1010666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792656169336754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men in vests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKrL4QmI/AAAAAAAABR0/5-PiZPB112Y/s1600-h/8829_173038394807_656464807_3665515_4783135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKrL4QmI/AAAAAAAABR0/5-PiZPB112Y/s400/8829_173038394807_656464807_3665515_4783135_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788776977941090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Runway 2nd time for MidAutumn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QJ-OUnII/AAAAAAAABRc/HI8gH0fnyM4/s1600-h/9628_153441412349_534802349_2609326_74984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QJ-OUnII/AAAAAAAABRc/HI8gH0fnyM4/s400/9628_153441412349_534802349_2609326_74984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788764908592258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recorded 4 hours of Tamil-ed event by Indian Cultural Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKGyQJ1I/AAAAAAAABRk/1h0Cpat3Tsk/s1600-h/8719_158153797349_534802349_2646941_749875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKGyQJ1I/AAAAAAAABRk/1h0Cpat3Tsk/s400/8719_158153797349_534802349_2646941_749875_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788767206778706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had "Starlight Movie Screening"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKd4_Q3I/AAAAAAAABRs/XODb46Ftum4/s1600-h/8719_158154007349_534802349_2646973_2941075_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QKd4_Q3I/AAAAAAAABRs/XODb46Ftum4/s400/8719_158154007349_534802349_2646973_2941075_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788773409047410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it was very successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R33c4eWI/AAAAAAAABTc/i7tPK9txunU/s1600-h/P1040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R33c4eWI/AAAAAAAABTc/i7tPK9txunU/s400/P1040111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790652876224866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to Hong Kong Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4H6UT4I/AAAAAAAABTk/YbE1vvId9s8/s1600-h/P1050242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4H6UT4I/AAAAAAAABTk/YbE1vvId9s8/s400/P1050242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790657294651266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOV:&lt;/span&gt; Went into the pool for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4rGXMqI/AAAAAAAABTs/puPQP8AeXeA/s1600-h/P1050483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4rGXMqI/AAAAAAAABTs/puPQP8AeXeA/s400/P1050483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790666740413090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monkeys meow in ZooNegara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QK2w8nQI/AAAAAAAABR8/Jhw18-s49qY/s1600-h/13636_193888422349_534802349_2926395_7015993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4QK2w8nQI/AAAAAAAABR8/Jhw18-s49qY/s400/13636_193888422349_534802349_2926395_7015993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788780086205698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEC: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cracked some jokes at Christin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4zG67GI/AAAAAAAABT0/vwSR9E4g04c/s1600-h/P1050946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4R4zG67GI/AAAAAAAABT0/vwSR9E4g04c/s400/P1050946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421790668890238050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;APYAC 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SYflSu_I/AAAAAAAABT8/1RaYlSZqjeE/s1600-h/P1060198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SYflSu_I/AAAAAAAABT8/1RaYlSZqjeE/s400/P1060198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791213404732402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visit cousins in Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; after 5 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SYxoNcoI/AAAAAAAABUE/Vt-WRnm37Dw/s1600-h/P1060345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SYxoNcoI/AAAAAAAABUE/Vt-WRnm37Dw/s400/P1060345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791218248807042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and friends as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZFMTC_I/AAAAAAAABUM/KCdyxKgZstE/s1600-h/P1060574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZFMTC_I/AAAAAAAABUM/KCdyxKgZstE/s400/P1060574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791223500442610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then met new friends in Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZZIHv-I/AAAAAAAABUU/SwfXJG-Fz3c/s1600-h/P1060676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4SZZIHv-I/AAAAAAAABUU/SwfXJG-Fz3c/s400/P1060676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791228851634146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time in Film Club has ended. Farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4kfOvEEBI/AAAAAAAABVc/NEQlCGp_1N0/s1600-h/P1070009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4kfOvEEBI/AAAAAAAABVc/NEQlCGp_1N0/s400/P1070009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421811120350695442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last picture taken in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4kenZ9jBI/AAAAAAAABVU/atPsyCDAhYs/s1600-h/P1070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4kenZ9jBI/AAAAAAAABVU/atPsyCDAhYs/s400/P1070011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421811109793205266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome year 2010 in church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The "Top 5 Must Have" list of the year(based on my personal observation on human behaviors throughout the year):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- iPhone&lt;br /&gt;- Crocs&lt;br /&gt;- Polo tee&lt;br /&gt;- Myvi&lt;br /&gt;- Sony, Nikon, or Canon DSLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last movie watched:&lt;br /&gt;English- Sherlock Holmes (thumbs up!)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- Treasure Hunter (thumbs down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time to let the past be the past. Forgetting is hard but we should remember all the good things that we have done together as friends or as family. I believe that most of us would be coming up with new year resolutions. Or feeling excited/curious/scared of what's ahead of us. Whatever that is, believe in yourself and always remains positive. Well, in my case, nothing is too big for my God? I am afraid to fight the battle alone and that's why I have God with me. Because He has promised me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will never leave you nor forsake you"- Hebrews 13:5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I pray to God that He blesses every single one of you guys out there! Friends that I've always speak to, or never speak to. Friends that I've always spend my cents to SMS with, or friends that I only SMS during certain events. Friends that hurt me, or friends that I've hurt. Friends that are already overseas, or friends that are about to fly to overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish not to name names as I might miss out some of you great people out there. As I do not know who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most anticipating events to expect:&lt;br /&gt;- Join Christian group and make more friends&lt;br /&gt;- Find a church to attend&lt;br /&gt;- Spending a little more effort on studies&lt;br /&gt;- Support OU football in that 80 thousand capacity stadium&lt;br /&gt;- Workout regularly with Khaivenn&lt;br /&gt;- Get an internship during summer&lt;br /&gt;- Watch World Cup 2010 with footy mates&lt;br /&gt;- Work part time job and get a DSLR myself then&lt;br /&gt;- Travel to Vegas&lt;br /&gt;- Shop during Boxing Day&lt;br /&gt;- Trip to New York&lt;br /&gt;- and lastly, talk to more strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wishing you guys a great year ahead! Happy 2010! Rawrrr!! White tiger in Vegas is calling me! and Gaylord Family Oklahoma Memorial Stadium is calling me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PnRXp1NI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Jz00YG0VKHk/s1600-h/ou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4PnRXp1NI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Jz00YG0VKHk/s400/ou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421788168752583890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WARNING: THIS IS THE 115th POST AND THIS WILL BE THE LAST POST OF THE BLOG. THE AUTHOR WILL TAKE A BREAK AND START A NEW BLOG VERY SOON. AS IN RIGHT AFTER HE REACHES U.S, RIGHT AFTER HE SETTLES EVERYTHING, AND RIGHT AFTER HE GETS A BRAND NEW LAPTOP. FOR MORE INFO PLEASE CONTACT HIM VIA A SOCIAL NETWORK CALLS FACEBOOK. OR STAY TUNE IN THIS BLOG/CHATBOX FOR FURTHER UPDATES. TRULY SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCES THAT HE HAS CAUSED. PRAY FOR HIM AND WISH HIM THE BEST OF LUCK IN THE COMING YEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5147045474759798850?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5147045474759798850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5147045474759798850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5147045474759798850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sz4YVuFJsrI/AAAAAAAABU8/2MUnxMFhK4s/s72-c/starlight+comm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5027060089572348049</id><published>2009-12-28T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:41:00.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeYn5iQXCI/AAAAAAAABOg/p53IRBnLetM/s1600-h/P1060830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeYn5iQXCI/AAAAAAAABOg/p53IRBnLetM/s400/P1060830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419968487790500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It could be the happiest place: to welcome your friends and families back home. Or, it could be the saddest place: to send your friends and families off. That's KLIA, the place where you will definitely chill at Mc Donald's moments before someone leaves. I thought it would be just  another "bye bye friend" kinda thing. But it's not. I actually felt a little sad about the departure of a friend. And thinking about what would happen in the next few days/weeks make it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahwei is one of my closest mates. He'll be the first one in our Birdism gang to leave. He's been working closely with all my films. All the efforts and the petrol money that he has put into. Thank you, kahwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXp7xWTwI/AAAAAAAABOY/L7PJn1gFB-g/s1600-h/P1060831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXp7xWTwI/AAAAAAAABOY/L7PJn1gFB-g/s400/P1060831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419967423238786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg leaves with Kahwei as well. Even though I do not really know him, but damn, he's a bloody womanizer. You will scream like Michael Jackson IF you see how many fans he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXpvigWCI/AAAAAAAABOQ/5uO2DQbha8g/s1600-h/P1060822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXpvigWCI/AAAAAAAABOQ/5uO2DQbha8g/s400/P1060822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419967419955304482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXpJ-GwkI/AAAAAAAABOI/EBtr7DTXERw/s1600-h/P1060836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXpJ-GwkI/AAAAAAAABOI/EBtr7DTXERw/s400/P1060836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419967409870520898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Receiving calls from everyone. College mates, high school friends, primary school friends, kindergarten friends, and fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXo3cGpuI/AAAAAAAABOA/iK9vCyeBMuc/s1600-h/P1060840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXo3cGpuI/AAAAAAAABOA/iK9vCyeBMuc/s400/P1060840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419967404896069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 of Greg's fans. Poor Kahwei. I should stand by you. I mean, we all should stand by you. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to airports for farewell is not good for your health. Eventually you will feel sad, more sad, and very sad. I couldn't take this anymore so Kayee, I'm very sorry I won't be sending you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXoQZPd0I/AAAAAAAABN4/7PInG0jzx_s/s1600-h/P1060839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeXoQZPd0I/AAAAAAAABN4/7PInG0jzx_s/s400/P1060839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419967394415081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take care my friends. Hope to see you guys soon. Maybe in the next few months, or next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5027060089572348049?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5027060089572348049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/klia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5027060089572348049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5027060089572348049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/klia.html' title='KLIA'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzeYn5iQXCI/AAAAAAAABOg/p53IRBnLetM/s72-c/P1060830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1872437376667711968</id><published>2009-12-26T18:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:11:11.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till 6 days before 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPmRcTrI/AAAAAAAABLc/q8QquajOkHI/s1600-h/P1060676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPmRcTrI/AAAAAAAABLc/q8QquajOkHI/s400/P1060676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419499678349414066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23rd Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Supposedly to be a farewell dinner for Mr Jafni and all the students who are flying off to America. But less than half of the ex-committees and current committees of ICSJ Film Club turned up. Nevertheless we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPLY5xuI/AAAAAAAABLM/axHJOPm1NaA/s1600-h/19180_219482112349_534802349_3037344_997156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPLY5xuI/AAAAAAAABLM/axHJOPm1NaA/s400/19180_219482112349_534802349_3037344_997156_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419499671132948194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certificate of Appreciation. Vice President and one of the co-founders of ICSJ Film Club. We didn't do much as it was a short semester when the club is formed. Well, except for the Starlight Movie Screening which I think was quite a successful event as we managed to achieve our objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPWm7_6I/AAAAAAAABLU/moUsF3ADwiU/s1600-h/P1060668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPWm7_6I/AAAAAAAABLU/moUsF3ADwiU/s400/P1060668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419499674144604066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shot of the year. Trying to protect his certificate even when he's eating. Look at the hanging noodle. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuP-J4VLI/AAAAAAAABLk/6RftMkbZ_-o/s1600-h/P1060680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuP-J4VLI/AAAAAAAABLk/6RftMkbZ_-o/s400/P1060680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419499684760147122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stoning. Moments before we were locked at 9th floor. Well, we thought we were. Thanks for the shooting at 9th floor. It was a total random idea for making a horror clip as the hallway looks creepy. Security guards thought nobody was there anymore and locked down all the lifts. Luckily one of the doors leading to staircase was still open. We wouldn't want to spend a night at 9th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuQcQxzUI/AAAAAAAABLs/sI6ixc804AQ/s1600-h/P1060712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuQcQxzUI/AAAAAAAABLs/sI6ixc804AQ/s400/P1060712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419499692842143042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th Dec: &lt;/span&gt;Had bakkutteh for lunch before heading to Pyramid for YannHuoy and Thingyan's birthday celebration. Pyramid is becoming a pathetic place. Out of nowhere pops out a Ferris Wheel. And having a small theme park for small kids is a complete joke. It's so freakin obvious that only money matters. The mall is becoming very unorganized. Who knows we will be having a circus or a swimming pool soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuw2QpKpI/AAAAAAAABL0/bq3tsBCqTNM/s1600-h/P1060718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuw2QpKpI/AAAAAAAABL0/bq3tsBCqTNM/s400/P1060718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500249576712850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could spend another RM599 on my LX3 (wide angle converter) and make this shot better. But that wouldn't be necessary I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxxitFSI/AAAAAAAABMM/Zt7XBf-KFPA/s1600-h/P1060760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxxitFSI/AAAAAAAABMM/Zt7XBf-KFPA/s400/P1060760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500265490158882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxmJrPUI/AAAAAAAABME/MMG7jc9YmKw/s1600-h/P1060754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxmJrPUI/AAAAAAAABME/MMG7jc9YmKw/s400/P1060754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500262432390466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxNjymUI/AAAAAAAABL8/3v2WDIqVzNQ/s1600-h/P1060737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuxNjymUI/AAAAAAAABL8/3v2WDIqVzNQ/s400/P1060737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500255831038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuyP3ySOI/AAAAAAAABMU/TLcu_T81n38/s1600-h/P1060762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuyP3ySOI/AAAAAAAABMU/TLcu_T81n38/s400/P1060762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500273631643874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvHNHHC6I/AAAAAAAABMk/YQi3nP6SoJ8/s1600-h/P1060768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvHNHHC6I/AAAAAAAABMk/YQi3nP6SoJ8/s400/P1060768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500633667865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvHduHmaI/AAAAAAAABMs/KMofn5kViuw/s1600-h/P1060766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvHduHmaI/AAAAAAAABMs/KMofn5kViuw/s400/P1060766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500638126447010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we all spent a few hours at Thingyan's crib playing pool and table tennis. It was fun. That might be the last time seeing her. Thingyan is not flying to US yet. She's gonna rot here with Ken! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYj9XcKrfI/AAAAAAAABM0/bmtYv5UuIr4/s1600-h/P1060779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYj9XcKrfI/AAAAAAAABM0/bmtYv5UuIr4/s400/P1060779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419558738758118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYj91xGcTI/AAAAAAAABM8/r54mWa9lcMY/s1600-h/P1060780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYj91xGcTI/AAAAAAAABM8/r54mWa9lcMY/s400/P1060780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419558746898985266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvGzHuHvI/AAAAAAAABMc/qqA4xyV4ov4/s1600-h/P1060787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXvGzHuHvI/AAAAAAAABMc/qqA4xyV4ov4/s400/P1060787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419500626691104498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Went to church for Christmas celebration. Then headed to Pyramid for lunch. Nothing special about this Christmas. Gave out some little gifts to my friends. It's more about giving than receiving anyway. That's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th Dec:&lt;/span&gt; Spent about 4 hours packing my luggage. It's one of the hardest process. Some people  like to bring more clothing. Some may like to bring more shampoos, food, books, tons of stationery and papers. For me, I'm not very sure. Take a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; to my darling. It's been 2 years and 7 months? This will be the last one we spent here. For the next few months, the timing will be abit out but you have to follow my time (US timing)! hehehe. Seeing you soon! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYmBATR5QI/AAAAAAAABNE/ucoceRHyohk/s1600-h/Image%28456%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzYmBATR5QI/AAAAAAAABNE/ucoceRHyohk/s400/Image%28456%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419561000289559810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old times when we both still look like bitches. HAHAHA. Please dont kill me for posting this picture up. It's hilarious though. Happy Anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1872437376667711968?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1872437376667711968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/till-6-days-before-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1872437376667711968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1872437376667711968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/till-6-days-before-2010.html' title='till 6 days before 2010'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzXuPmRcTrI/AAAAAAAABLc/q8QquajOkHI/s72-c/P1060676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2125389236997249233</id><published>2009-12-22T18:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:08:14.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 going on 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnGGx0ilI/AAAAAAAABIY/mXObYUD-154/s1600-h/P1060544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014075067337298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnGGx0ilI/AAAAAAAABIY/mXObYUD-154/s400/P1060544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discovered the bokeh shot in my LX3! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking through some pictures. Sorta cleaning up both my laptop and desktop, moving hundreds of pictures files worth of 3 years into my 320GB hardisk. Categorizing them was the hardest part but the same time looking at them make me laugh so hard. I shall share with you guys. please dont laugh as there's nothing funny about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo4lmeU1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/uCuhrnSTllg/s1600-h/P7180059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016041846330194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo4lmeU1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/uCuhrnSTllg/s400/P7180059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo5D0YyjI/AAAAAAAABKA/xXMfJK4XpgA/s1600-h/P7180097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016049957751346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo5D0YyjI/AAAAAAAABKA/xXMfJK4XpgA/s400/P7180097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo557_PhI/AAAAAAAABKI/sehOvECIy2s/s1600-h/P7180102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016064485146130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo557_PhI/AAAAAAAABKI/sehOvECIy2s/s400/P7180102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCpHZSl3GI/AAAAAAAABKY/RFjsISVM4mE/s1600-h/P7180111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016296239750242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCpHZSl3GI/AAAAAAAABKY/RFjsISVM4mE/s400/P7180111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo6j9kNSI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RMe279jCNW4/s1600-h/P7180104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016075766052130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo6j9kNSI/AAAAAAAABKQ/RMe279jCNW4/s400/P7180104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you ask me now whether I'm regretted of becoming "fat". well, I'm glad that I'm "fatter" now. Above is some of the photos taken during my 19th birthday on July 2008. I almost fall off the chair when I saw those pictures. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmPFcu4nI/AAAAAAAABHg/yAcsPV0pnrk/s1600-h/P1060215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418013129817645682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmPFcu4nI/AAAAAAAABHg/yAcsPV0pnrk/s400/P1060215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, this is how i look now. fatter. nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Age is just a number. But sometimes you have to show the others that you're of that number. I don't like to grow up. I guess no one does. Or perhaps there's some people like to grow up. As in graduate quickly and get a decent job, live a normal life, have girlfriend have wife have sex have kids have grandkids have sickness. die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a time for everything. I no longer play computer games. and I no longer follow Smallville. It's time to think maturely act maturely no fooling around like a 5 years old kid. Some people still did that. They need to be brainwashed. I have to brainwashed them. But it's hard, they need to grow up by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 more days and it'll be 2010. The year where I turn 21. I called it the "Blackjack" year. Cool things should happen and we shall all shout "Coolio!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 freakin years have passed. Lots of things happened. Some are good to be remembered. Some are not so good but you still remembered. I used to have this thought of getting out of high school quick so that I can have longer hair. Now I missed high school. And as well missed college. Met lotsa great people there. I'm so blessed that all my friends are not of bad influence (not into clubbing or smoking). Not to say that clubbing is bad. It's just not very good for your ears, your health, and your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmOivH6UI/AAAAAAAABHY/CMYernYQ-i0/s1600-h/DSCN2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418013120499542338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmOivH6UI/AAAAAAAABHY/CMYernYQ-i0/s400/DSCN2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmODi9O8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/weugN_srKVE/s1600-h/DSCN1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418013112127011778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmODi9O8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/weugN_srKVE/s400/DSCN1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnDTRkJwI/AAAAAAAABH4/wujsc8Lgl_g/s1600-h/P1060523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014026882098946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnDTRkJwI/AAAAAAAABH4/wujsc8Lgl_g/s400/P1060523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me in the same tee 2007,2008,2009. im fitter now look at the sleeve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm getting broke these days. Been using more than RM500 since the trip to Sabah. Nevermind I told myself. I can earn it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don't worry so much about the money. You can earn it back next time. But not the time with friends." - Emmanuel Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnEjDq2nI/AAAAAAAABII/jXFMo_RYKtw/s1600-h/P1060537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014048298654322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnEjDq2nI/AAAAAAAABII/jXFMo_RYKtw/s400/P1060537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lovely couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back from Genting yesterday. Met some new friends. Met Hazel the crazel. She's loud for most of the times with her "yea yea whatever". We all stayed in Awana and been chilling there for most of the time. This trip was not a smooth one but still cool. We gossiped. Played poker using coffee packet and some other accessories as our chips as I do not gamble. Lost to JJ 3-2. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoF5GUxhI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9SRjMKGK9ZI/s1600-h/P1060575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418015170906867218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoF5GUxhI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9SRjMKGK9ZI/s400/P1060575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi, this is hazellee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoG-_bHlI/AAAAAAAABJg/ZnTNDKAdZIU/s1600-h/P1060598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418015189668404818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoG-_bHlI/AAAAAAAABJg/ZnTNDKAdZIU/s400/P1060598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and hazellee's jj with lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We did not go for the rides outdoor. Took the indoor ones instead. It was boring. And the food in Pizzahut was awful. But the food in Awana Hotel was awsome. Nothing much to blog about it actually. had some alcoholic chocs too. It's just a trip where couples spent more time together with each other and other couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCntTutk0I/AAAAAAAABIo/ik9PPbYNQB4/s1600-h/P1060553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014748558857026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCntTutk0I/AAAAAAAABIo/ik9PPbYNQB4/s400/P1060553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puteri&amp;amp;billy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCz_hjpuRI/AAAAAAAABKg/pNqNaQaOWYg/s1600-h/P1060539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCz_hjpuRI/AAAAAAAABKg/pNqNaQaOWYg/s400/P1060539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418028255647742226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jj&amp;amp;hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmP5zTssI/AAAAAAAABHo/zvYMEHh0K44/s1600-h/P1060513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418013143870976706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCmP5zTssI/AAAAAAAABHo/zvYMEHh0K44/s400/P1060513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at 1U entrance :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoF5GUxhI/AAAAAAAABJQ/9SRjMKGK9ZI/s1600-h/P1060575.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh ya. She helped me to iron my tee! huhuhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoGaaZ50I/AAAAAAAABJY/RhiTkCFPAKw/s1600-h/P1060594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418015179849459522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCoGaaZ50I/AAAAAAAABJY/RhiTkCFPAKw/s400/P1060594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo4AvFGgI/AAAAAAAABJw/B6j52yxLPio/s1600-h/P1060615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016031950313986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCo4AvFGgI/AAAAAAAABJw/B6j52yxLPio/s400/P1060615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trip was a good one. Funny one. and weird one as well. Happy Holiday people! School starting real soon! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzC2eZCQ5lI/AAAAAAAABKo/i2XabiOpTlw/s1600-h/P1060574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzC2eZCQ5lI/AAAAAAAABKo/i2XabiOpTlw/s400/P1060574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418030984959419986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2125389236997249233?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2125389236997249233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-going-on-21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2125389236997249233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2125389236997249233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-going-on-21.html' title='20 going on 21'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SzCnGGx0ilI/AAAAAAAABIY/mXObYUD-154/s72-c/P1060544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2182137943204468708</id><published>2009-12-18T20:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:24:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KK, Sabah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuH_wTssaI/AAAAAAAABDo/AlGWLWdTLzQ/s1600-h/P1060119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuH_wTssaI/AAAAAAAABDo/AlGWLWdTLzQ/s400/P1060119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572506212184482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAGHHr_I/AAAAAAAABDw/Hvr8_Sx02o4/s1600-h/P1060121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAGHHr_I/AAAAAAAABDw/Hvr8_Sx02o4/s400/P1060121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572512065007602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAbbCpeI/AAAAAAAABD4/W9FRug4ndVs/s1600-h/P1060125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAbbCpeI/AAAAAAAABD4/W9FRug4ndVs/s400/P1060125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572517785708002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAkD9aTI/AAAAAAAABEA/_cPojIuPElg/s1600-h/P1060128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIAkD9aTI/AAAAAAAABEA/_cPojIuPElg/s400/P1060128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572520104814898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good food Tuaran Mee, ABC and nice scenery in Bukit Padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been 5 years. 3 days wasn't sufficient for me to explore new places but I think it's enough. My friends treated me in a funny way. Something like the return of a king. I'm not paranoid. For example, when I buy all of them pork noodle for breakfast, they'd say "why pay for us, we should pay for u la". My reply was, "then you can either pay me RM42.60 or dont pay at all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another scenario, they'd ask me to be in the center during photo taking sessions. As well as paying everything for me. Well, let's take this as a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister's version of "the return of a queen" was far more worse than mine. She went for a primary school reunion dinner where almost 60 of them turned up. She was late with the organizer and when she arrived, she described it as, "a moment of silence and awkward in the venue, stoppage time of at least 2 seconds when all of them saw her then everyone pointed and said, "look, it's phoebe! phoebe phoebe u remember me? . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get a chance to visit new shopping malls. Do not have to. If you have shopped in Hong Kong before, you wouldn't want to buy stuff in Malaysia already. Well, old ones were still the same. Cute corner was still there. Kaya Pao stall was still there. Everything was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIA6g8ScI/AAAAAAAABEI/jsBDXZ0Ju7c/s1600-h/P1060142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuIA6g8ScI/AAAAAAAABEI/jsBDXZ0Ju7c/s400/P1060142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572526131956162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI-vfROMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ib3SIJx24uw/s1600-h/P1060158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI-vfROMI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ib3SIJx24uw/s400/P1060158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416573588324038850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI-_j6L_I/AAAAAAAABEY/d-qSRLtSiGI/s1600-h/P1060187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI-_j6L_I/AAAAAAAABEY/d-qSRLtSiGI/s400/P1060187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416573592638468082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI_fac_II/AAAAAAAABEg/ovZIaL7eqds/s1600-h/P1060198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI_fac_II/AAAAAAAABEg/ovZIaL7eqds/s400/P1060198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416573601188740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown ups, except for ah bi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was more like meeting up with relatives. Eat, chill, take pictures. Everyone has grown up. I miss Yoyo. Best bubble tea in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJZDjIRwI/AAAAAAAABE4/L9syeTxqzVA/s1600-h/P1060222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJZDjIRwI/AAAAAAAABE4/L9syeTxqzVA/s400/P1060222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574040385537794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJAOEtFJI/AAAAAAAABEw/0PgkdV2DuLA/s1600-h/P1060215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJAOEtFJI/AAAAAAAABEw/0PgkdV2DuLA/s400/P1060215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416573613713986706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJZV7D7kI/AAAAAAAABFA/pD8wufbGMKs/s1600-h/P1060226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJZV7D7kI/AAAAAAAABFA/pD8wufbGMKs/s400/P1060226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574045317754434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI_qjn4BI/AAAAAAAABEo/jfuGlupJsD4/s1600-h/P1060213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuI_qjn4BI/AAAAAAAABEo/jfuGlupJsD4/s400/P1060213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416573604179992594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking at my expressions and the que at Yoyo, it says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next day was meeting up with friends. Previous night went for yamcha session til late night at 2am then got up early at 830am for food fest! I have a list of food to go for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJaNwTPeI/AAAAAAAABFQ/v5UoNm5ckiw/s1600-h/P1060267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJaNwTPeI/AAAAAAAABFQ/v5UoNm5ckiw/s400/P1060267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574060305006050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJadUlz6I/AAAAAAAABFY/9rPQ3PwSQmU/s1600-h/P1060271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJadUlz6I/AAAAAAAABFY/9rPQ3PwSQmU/s400/P1060271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574064483749794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_MUpnQI/AAAAAAAABFg/S8OzeoYLVpQ/s1600-h/P1060272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_MUpnQI/AAAAAAAABFg/S8OzeoYLVpQ/s400/P1060272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574695575756034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_kqoeAI/AAAAAAAABFw/pUbVNOr2rd4/s1600-h/P1060278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_kqoeAI/AAAAAAAABFw/pUbVNOr2rd4/s400/P1060278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574702110406658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_TBa1EI/AAAAAAAABFo/_e9nwYoTH6Q/s1600-h/P1060273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuJ_TBa1EI/AAAAAAAABFo/_e9nwYoTH6Q/s400/P1060273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574697374143554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people lining up for char siew fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Food marathon begins with pork noodle. Then we headed to the famous char siew fan. Stomach couldn't hold anymore. Went to sing at KK box. And had some great seafood at night before going for bubble tea, and have a talk with my best buddy about love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuKACmFb_I/AAAAAAAABF4/lqYFK3hAHz4/s1600-h/P1060299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuKACmFb_I/AAAAAAAABF4/lqYFK3hAHz4/s400/P1060299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574710144397298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuKAITEpuI/AAAAAAAABGA/O-3F9ufoxIA/s1600-h/P1060305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuKAITEpuI/AAAAAAAABGA/O-3F9ufoxIA/s400/P1060305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416574711675266786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK80VLZHI/AAAAAAAABGI/biFphCxpfD4/s1600-h/P1060345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK80VLZHI/AAAAAAAABGI/biFphCxpfD4/s400/P1060345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416575754287408242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9HzhwkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/gK0zUq1UFKU/s1600-h/P1060355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9HzhwkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/gK0zUq1UFKU/s400/P1060355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416575759514976834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9ds_ZwI/AAAAAAAABGY/T8tpSYztHi4/s1600-h/P1060357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9ds_ZwI/AAAAAAAABGY/T8tpSYztHi4/s400/P1060357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416575765393139458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won 1/6 matches in pool. sad case. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the next morning we prepared for our flight. Talked to grandpa and asked bout the origin of Lo family in Malaysia. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9n3YU4I/AAAAAAAABGg/Q2Wc0gPutEk/s1600-h/P1060360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK9n3YU4I/AAAAAAAABGg/Q2Wc0gPutEk/s400/P1060360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416575768121070466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy 80th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we got home. Home sweet home. The smell of my room. Ahhh... Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK-GVwznI/AAAAAAAABGo/sivnup82MgE/s1600-h/P1060367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuK-GVwznI/AAAAAAAABGo/sivnup82MgE/s400/P1060367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416575776301567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I found Asian Delight Cafe at airport! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2182137943204468708?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2182137943204468708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/kk-sabah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2182137943204468708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2182137943204468708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/kk-sabah.html' title='KK, Sabah'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyuH_wTssaI/AAAAAAAABDo/AlGWLWdTLzQ/s72-c/P1060119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-214004387224015919</id><published>2009-12-13T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:27:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414399852446251794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyPP-qT8exI/AAAAAAAABDg/UzwvcE8KMAk/s400/P1050914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414399840742960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyPP9-tqb1I/AAAAAAAABDQ/ajD_cphQBg0/s400/P1050886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414399844776652162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyPP-NvXrYI/AAAAAAAABDY/fo2OFWd_M9w/s400/P1060045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will find a time to blog about it. Meanwhile, I shall get a good rest and have a body massage tomorrow. And to collect my new specs! Before going back to hometown on Monday. Sigh. Air Asia again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, for those that didn't know. I have already received the housing assignments from OU. It seems like I'm staying with 3 Americans under the roof. Nathan, George and Jacob where all of them are older than me (1 Senior Year and 2 Junior Year; 2 engineering students and 1 business major student). I did not see this coming but I'd be glad to make some new friends. It's time to start talking to strangers again! hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-214004387224015919?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/214004387224015919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-find-time-to-blog-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/214004387224015919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/214004387224015919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-find-time-to-blog-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SyPP-qT8exI/AAAAAAAABDg/UzwvcE8KMAk/s72-c/P1050914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6452820175558068785</id><published>2009-12-07T23:09:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:08:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30,29,28...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx01bnk7nBI/AAAAAAAABCo/jo4DXzpQL2c/s1600-h/P1050832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx01bnk7nBI/AAAAAAAABCo/jo4DXzpQL2c/s400/P1050832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412541075765828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the final countdown...... dudududu dududududu(background music!!).......the final countdown.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you get your stuff ready? Luggage, winter clothing, tons of shampoos like how Kayee did, gadgets to entertain you during that oh-so-forever flight, cooking recipe from mother, and a mind to prepare yourself for big things ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy these days. Mother asked, "I don't understand why are you so busy. Can you help to clean up the house and get all your stuffs ready before you go out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mother. I have friends to catch up. I have already clean my room. Well, almost. And I will get my stuff ready these few days after I have confirm the baggage information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out for everyday since 1st Dec. It's so tiring. I do not have time for games anymore. Needless to say about watching movies. I am a busy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st Dec: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0spz_E7UI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Twcbc6U7dGs/s1600-h/P1050266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0spz_E7UI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Twcbc6U7dGs/s400/P1050266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531424010235202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up with the idea to go to Zoo Negara. The first respond/reply from everyone was, "zoo?"  yeah babys! it's zoo. You think Malaysia is a very big place for you to go is it? Somebody said don't go to pulau pulau because there could be Tsunami. An overseas trip would be too costly. Why not we spend some time to see monkey then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqMO0nDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/t2m12h_ylBE/s1600-h/P1050316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqMO0nDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/t2m12h_ylBE/s400/P1050316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531430518725682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqT9PdFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/iPGwj0jNlHM/s1600-h/P1050339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqT9PdFI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/iPGwj0jNlHM/s400/P1050339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531432592471122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0srLlyboI/AAAAAAAAA9o/nzQGqJINkYg/s1600-h/P1050468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0srLlyboI/AAAAAAAAA9o/nzQGqJINkYg/s400/P1050468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531447526485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIBiY18I/AAAAAAAAA9w/i9meet9FIyY/s1600-h/P1050475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIBiY18I/AAAAAAAAA9w/i9meet9FIyY/s400/P1050475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531943044077506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqpHnZEI/AAAAAAAAA9g/lao55FtdzyQ/s1600-h/P1050368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0sqpHnZEI/AAAAAAAAA9g/lao55FtdzyQ/s400/P1050368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531438273127490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother u have some big thang hanging there. too big for you. serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that missed it, nothing much. Have you smelled monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIdl7FHI/AAAAAAAAA94/CbW8i2wO-xE/s1600-h/P1050483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIdl7FHI/AAAAAAAAA94/CbW8i2wO-xE/s400/P1050483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531950575096946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uDmvLxsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bDOgop0RaZE/s1600-h/13636_193888357349_534802349_2926383_685952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uDmvLxsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bDOgop0RaZE/s400/13636_193888357349_534802349_2926383_685952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532966642140866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a dinner at Christin's house. Celebrated Angeline's birthday as well. We all cooked. Nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIiJ2XlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CehcE8OTn18/s1600-h/P1050571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tIiJ2XlI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CehcE8OTn18/s400/P1050571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531951799524946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tI0pwrbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tMXXjUlbz0s/s1600-h/P1050569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tI0pwrbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/tMXXjUlbz0s/s400/P1050569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531956765207986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tJDDabdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E2byjE7Lt14/s1600-h/P1050552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0tJDDabdI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E2byjE7Lt14/s400/P1050552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412531960630898130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I took almost a minute to figure out how to open a can of mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;- I cooked for the first time in my life. Spaghetti sauce. Not carbonara, it's bolognese.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Zombieland and Hostel for the second time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- Tasted Christin home-baked muffins as well as Jon's mother's home baked crumble pie.&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard until my nuts almost dropped. I checked. It's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uEL72XuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Km3_D4-J9wk/s1600-h/P1050634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uEL72XuI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Km3_D4-J9wk/s400/P1050634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532976627375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uEdqe_WI/AAAAAAAAA-4/TIABA7fIU5M/s1600-h/P1050649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uEdqe_WI/AAAAAAAAA-4/TIABA7fIU5M/s400/P1050649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532981386378594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uDQAyoiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/hsps4A7xW3s/s1600-h/13636_193888422349_534802349_2926395_7015993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uDQAyoiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/hsps4A7xW3s/s400/13636_193888422349_534802349_2926395_7015993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532960541975074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wSp9VoCI/AAAAAAAAA_A/64GPp3l61hw/s1600-h/P1050654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wSp9VoCI/AAAAAAAAA_A/64GPp3l61hw/s400/P1050654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535424228106274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wS2i9hmI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5boC89koBSI/s1600-h/P1050666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wS2i9hmI/AAAAAAAAA_I/5boC89koBSI/s400/P1050666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535427607135842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uD0MH-cI/AAAAAAAAA-o/v55flou8vMM/s1600-h/13636_193888462349_534802349_2926402_2514185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0uD0MH-cI/AAAAAAAAA-o/v55flou8vMM/s400/13636_193888462349_534802349_2926402_2514185_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532970253187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wTV9mHQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/7Qpe_uBmL2w/s1600-h/P1050702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0wTV9mHQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/7Qpe_uBmL2w/s400/P1050702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535436040346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd Dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xqV4ihMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tKr7OLcjq_Q/s1600-h/twilight_new_moon_poster_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xqV4ihMI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tKr7OLcjq_Q/s400/twilight_new_moon_poster_0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536930667758786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that say I never drive. Well, I drive once in a while. Or maybe only to pick up my girlf. hahaha. We went to watched Twilight and have some time together fooling around. Twilight was good, according to her. But was cheesy and a little dumb at the same time. The movie is slow at the beginning and all of a sudden it goes fast pace at the end for the sake of ending the movie. The script is not working out. Bella comes out with some dumb dialogues like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrOcQfnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PdCUTg0ZsV8/s1600-h/00025830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrOcQfnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PdCUTg0ZsV8/s400/00025830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536945849958002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You're sort of beautiful" (to Jacob)&lt;br /&gt;- "Wow you're buff, what are you, like 16?" (to Jacob, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy dialogues would be something like "I'd never hurt you like he does" or "It's my birthday, can I ask for something? Kiss me." or "Leaving you is the hardest thing that I've done in 100 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Twilight not because of Edward or Jacob. It's for Ashley Greene. HAHAHA. She's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xq3X294I/AAAAAAAAA_o/nsYLLZeSu4M/s1600-h/ashley_greene_maxim_SG2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xq3X294I/AAAAAAAAA_o/nsYLLZeSu4M/s400/ashley_greene_maxim_SG2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536939657492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: A little bad as the Malaysian censorship is too harsh. They cut some very important kissing scenes. Not that I'm desperate but what's a love story without kiss? They are making something like teh ais tak mau ais. or worse. teh ais tak mau ais, tak mau teh juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Seremban for a while to get things done and settle. Visited cousins. and Jane Jane. Got home and rested before heading to cell. Christmas is coming. Christmas party on 18th. I'm gonna start inviting people. It's gonna be cool! I'll bring potato salad. I make one. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y5YY0LOI/AAAAAAAABAI/BrVkeG5f1LU/s1600-h/P1050746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y5YY0LOI/AAAAAAAABAI/BrVkeG5f1LU/s400/P1050746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538288549670114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is one of those who excels in designing as well as photography. I never doubt his ability. He taught me lots of stuff and since I'm interested in photography, he brought me to Holiday Villa for some exploration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y6FJhU8I/AAAAAAAABAc/Sd493e56cCI/s1600-h/P1050736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y6FJhU8I/AAAAAAAABAc/Sd493e56cCI/s400/P1050736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538300565115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y5uP3AwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/hW-cn7OKvnU/s1600-h/P1050728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y5uP3AwI/AAAAAAAABAQ/hW-cn7OKvnU/s400/P1050728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538294417687298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some great shots. Spend few hours before getting our asses seated in Bliss for some drinks. Overall I'm satisfied with some of my shots. But sadly there's only wide angel converter for LX3. I need some lens for good macro and bokeh! Craving for a DSLR. Gonna start working in OU and get myself one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrx1AXvI/AAAAAAAABAA/hmyajv7IH6U/s1600-h/P1050720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrx1AXvI/AAAAAAAABAA/hmyajv7IH6U/s400/P1050720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536955348999922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I consider this the best shot in my life. Still got hope in photography. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cleaned up my messy room. Packed everything except for shirts. Hong Kong I'm coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y6Q7L9fI/AAAAAAAABAo/Pb03T_6Eri4/s1600-h/P1050707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y6Q7L9fI/AAAAAAAABAo/Pb03T_6Eri4/s400/P1050707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538303726220786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y69wNl-I/AAAAAAAABA0/XTS4QosOkHc/s1600-h/P1050706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0y69wNl-I/AAAAAAAABA0/XTS4QosOkHc/s400/P1050706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538315759785954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC fair. Went to get an external hardisk. 3 friends of mine recommended Seagate and so I got it. RM220. Limited edition gold casing with a pouch. Thanks James. Saw Boon with lots of gadgets. Maybe he's buying christmas present for all of us. Saw Peiwen working there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrkSmTUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Cbtldf3gyJY/s1600-h/4AB20A69D1270347E1008000AC193D36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0xrkSmTUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Cbtldf3gyJY/s400/4AB20A69D1270347E1008000AC193D36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412536951715024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chili's for dinner. The place is forever packed with people. We had to write our names down and waited for 30 mins before we were seated. The food there is great. It's damn good. As in freaking good. Got home late night. Garrick, Ben and I were in KLCC for 8 hours. RM16.50 for parking. chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx00tgKo3sI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eZNkYJ0dT2E/s1600-h/P1050817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx00tgKo3sI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eZNkYJ0dT2E/s400/P1050817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540283502517954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with some old friends. 4 of us decided to catch up after 5 years of not seeing one another. Still feels comfortable and we had a never ending conversation. Onn was late. I was the earliest as usual. Got at Starbucks by 950 and had breakfast. Stephanie and Cindi arrived later on at 1040 and they shopped, while I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zO53IwsI/AAAAAAAABBI/fTUkrKaA5To/s1600-h/P1050774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zO53IwsI/AAAAAAAABBI/fTUkrKaA5To/s400/P1050774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538658312471234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zOUlBssI/AAAAAAAABBA/rSwCdZ2zQlU/s1600-h/P1050768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zOUlBssI/AAAAAAAABBA/rSwCdZ2zQlU/s400/P1050768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538648304399042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z-dF3JiI/AAAAAAAABBo/oqanXVqmukk/s1600-h/P1050803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z-dF3JiI/AAAAAAAABBo/oqanXVqmukk/s400/P1050803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539475223324194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onn (candid shot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z-gpCoyI/AAAAAAAABBw/AuWi6g3cEso/s1600-h/P1050804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z-gpCoyI/AAAAAAAABBw/AuWi6g3cEso/s400/P1050804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539476176184098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindi and Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had Kim Gary for lunch then we talked bout all kinds of shits before going for some crazy photoshoot. Onn's Canon EOS500D is impressive. I find it easy to use. Might get one of the Canons. I think I've improved a little in photography. Cos I took Christin's advice nicely. Not to leave so much space for a photo. How I wished all the classes were as interesting as photography. So that I could actually listen and absorb. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z_FQb8eI/AAAAAAAABB4/aLEEgOvahrQ/s1600-h/P1050807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0z_FQb8eI/AAAAAAAABB4/aLEEgOvahrQ/s400/P1050807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412539486005096930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These 2 girls should stop growing taller cos they're making me kinda uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0091ktBPI/AAAAAAAABCg/1zsZ8LQWGFo/s1600-h/P1050826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0091ktBPI/AAAAAAAABCg/1zsZ8LQWGFo/s400/P1050826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540564126893298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onn, forever so funny. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zPvm0trI/AAAAAAAABBY/d3R8e7YqT9A/s1600-h/P1050838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zPvm0trI/AAAAAAAABBY/d3R8e7YqT9A/s400/P1050838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538672739563186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cindi, know her since I was 8? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zPK09EdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LmbstGn-t1Q/s1600-h/P1050839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx0zPK09EdI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LmbstGn-t1Q/s400/P1050839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412538662866719186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie, one of the close friends in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx00t6jBvsI/AAAAAAAABCY/swMCLjwA5Rc/s1600-h/P1050831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx00t6jBvsI/AAAAAAAABCY/swMCLjwA5Rc/s400/P1050831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540290584133314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will not be free from tomorrow onwards. If you need proofs or reasons here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Stella birthday&lt;br /&gt;10-12th APYAC Conference&lt;br /&gt;14-16th Back to Sabah&lt;br /&gt;18th Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;20th Genting trip&lt;br /&gt;25th Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-30th Start to send people off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27,26,25,24..... and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*uses 3 hours to complete this post as I look for perfection in it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6452820175558068785?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6452820175558068785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/302928.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6452820175558068785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6452820175558068785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/302928.html' title='30,29,28...'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sx01bnk7nBI/AAAAAAAABCo/jo4DXzpQL2c/s72-c/P1050832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8983139628453711443</id><published>2009-12-07T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:08:41.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something terrible happened yesterday makes me realise that life is indeed short. We do not have the power to control how long we get to live. Even if we have such authority, would you want to know when will you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex-schoolmate of mine has passed away. 20 years of age. Even though I am not very close to him, we've spoken for a few times. He was my sister's friend's brother. A lively guy who loved to played basketball. A good brother who loved his sisters. It's such a sad story because he was about to graduate. Not only that, he was the eldest and the only son in that family. We all couldn't understand why does this happen to him. Of all the 5 people, he was the only who got struck by lightning in this bloody monsoon. But I am sure that he has brought happiness to everyone in his life. You will be missed. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold my tears but sometimes I just feel like letting it out. Just try to imagine, if I were about to come home, walking down the rainy street after sports and then I got struck and I am gone forever, out of contact with anyone else. Would I feel a thing? Would I feel good that actually the last thing I've done on earth was doing the thing that I love - football? Or would I feel regret for hurting the people around me and not saying "sorry" or "I love you" to all my love ones. I don't know. Life is short. Life is not a playground, it's a battleground. And after this incident, it makes me stronger and not to give up easily. Sometimes people try to end their lives because they think it's too hard for them to handle. But they should think of those people that do not stand a chance to control their lives and appreciate every moment that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, if I have ever hurt you in any way, I am really sorry. I wish that sometimes I could hold back the words that I've said, or the actions that I've taken. I love everyone of you out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 111th post. For you, my friend. My condolences to the Tan family. This will not be easy but stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8983139628453711443?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8983139628453711443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8983139628453711443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8983139628453711443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6970109852140152458</id><published>2009-12-05T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:39:57.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh my Bella"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a poem that I've written for you and I hope that you like it. Inspired by Twilight and you. You've seen some of it but I've completed for you. Titled "Oh my Bella". It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my Bella;&lt;br /&gt;you are mine foreva;&lt;br /&gt;without you, my life sucks like Lady Gaga;&lt;br /&gt;but with you, my life rocks like bubur chacha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Bella;&lt;br /&gt;you this little nyonya;&lt;br /&gt;always doo-da-doo and ladida;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes with the lulu and the lala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Bella;&lt;br /&gt;you are my Cinderella;&lt;br /&gt;even though I can't get you LV, Coach or Prada;&lt;br /&gt;but I will make you a happy girl and dance like Shakira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Bella;&lt;br /&gt;leaving you is the hardest thing that I've done in 20 years la;&lt;br /&gt;you know you are as hot as Angelina;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared that someone will go for you la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6970109852140152458?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6970109852140152458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-bella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6970109852140152458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6970109852140152458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-bella.html' title='&quot;Oh my Bella&quot;'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3661123961893939781</id><published>2009-11-29T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:27:47.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Boy and Ah Kao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, a 7 years old boy ran up to his mother and asked all sorts of questions. Kids these days can be so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: " Mummy mummy, why does Ah Kao always get what I wanted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum ignored. She was cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: " Mummy mummy, I always tell him that I wanted Bumble Bee and he teased me, saying that Optimus Prime is better. But somehow in the end, he will ask his dad to buy him Bumble Bee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum ignored. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy ran away and went to his dad. Dad was reading the paper (Sports Section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: " Daddy daddy, you know Uncle Kao's boy Ah Kao???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Mm-hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: " That Ah Kao very bad one. Whenever I tell him what is best for me, he will get himself what I wanted. You see ah, that day teacher asked us what is our ambition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: " And then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: "I asked Ah Kao what he wanted to be. He said he wanted to be a doctor, so I told him I wanted to be a lawyer. Then hor, when teacher asked Ah Kao what's his ambition, he answered 'lawyer'.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Nevermind la.. It's a good thing that people always follow you. Means you are so damn chun. His dad also always follow me one.. I also lazy to diu him.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum shouted, "Woi daddy! What did you just said?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad kept quiet while Ah Boy kept the word with him whole day. "diu diu diu diu diu~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad decisions make good stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3661123961893939781?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3661123961893939781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-boy-and-ah-kao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3661123961893939781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3661123961893939781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-boy-and-ah-kao.html' title='Ah Boy and Ah Kao'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5547816911802815539</id><published>2009-11-23T22:21:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:23:37.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so, another week has gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am that close of getting my US visa done. Tomorrow will be going for the interview. It's so stressful that I barely had a good sleep these days. Been rolling on the bed for some freaking hours before calling Miss Stressie and released all to her. I don't know why I always have to call her during midnight. Maybe she's one of those "midnight people" that I assume stays awake for most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week has been awesome. Some of them just got so many plans and so many friends to hang out with, while some of them were rotting, getting visas done and so on. I prefer to go out on alternate days. Something like Monday,Wednesday,Friday for outing where the rest of the days just hanging out with mushrooms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like to meet new people. For me, getting to know more people from different backgrounds can be interesting. But people always leave and that's a sad fact isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407311507411370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqhKrUjA-I/AAAAAAAAA84/oXHZMqJPRWI/s400/P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a movie marathon on last Monday. First on the list was Phobia 2 with Amanduh. I can't remember when was the last time I watched a horror movie (a Thai horror) in the cinema. It was supposed to be scary but if you watch it from another perspective on how the crews applied special effects or make ups on the character, it is not that scary afterall. Amanduh has got her hair straightened and it looks better I guess. No wonder something is different with her. Didn't notice till Jerry told me. LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next was Fourth Kind. Jerry joined us in this movie because he's not into horror genre for Phobia 2. Fourth Kind was quite boring and slow pace. The couple behind us was snoring. I almost fall asleep though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407311501520528690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqhKVYD5TI/AAAAAAAAA8w/WICd6pJP-9w/s400/the_fourth_kind_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight went to mamak with Lucos alone. We chatted for almost 3 hours. This is what happens when 2 talkative guys are seated together. Guys talk konon. Sadly we never really hang out much during the early days. LoL. But it's good to know a person so much in that few hours. This is where u start to categorize a person from "acquaintance" to "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, went to Redbox with some of my high school friends. Thanks to the phlegm that got stuck up in the cavity, I can't sing no more. That's a very sad situation. Nothing much happened other than some chit chatting. Went to have dinner with Ben and Garrick before we watch Funny People over Garrick's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407311499540114978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqhKN_5LiI/AAAAAAAAA8o/EwlrLcfCvgw/s400/funny_people_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know it's a great movie when there's Adam Sandler. This movie even featured Eminem and some other stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308590317086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Swqeg4TEqEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/5LG0y5QMFRU/s400/12169_180104201475_689206475_3056201_2586576_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The highlight of the week has got to be the trip to Sunway Lagoon. It was like a last minute thing. I was chatting with Puimun the other night and she kindly invited me. I mean, we all know there are different kind of friends (just friend close friend best friend not even friend and i think we are friend). I knew it was gonna be awkward as I am not close with the rest of the group. I don't even know who's going but "why not?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308595082786898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqehKDTeFI/AAAAAAAAA8I/9S1sV-EuVN8/s400/12169_180104371475_689206475_3056224_3970318_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308356893199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqeTSuezWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/wTU9nH3IKM0/s400/12169_180116871475_689206475_3056302_840463_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;top: asses for sale. bottom: nicely timed group picture with roller coaster on the right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2 cameras but 1 was out of battery (before the whole thing started). And somehow, as always, I had to be the one who snaps all the shots. Sounds sad. But good thing was that I get to explore and learn more about my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308580253362914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqegSzsauI/AAAAAAAAA74/jTVlNxxIn7g/s400/12169_180104211475_689206475_3056203_6279968_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And for the first time, I got into the pool so far away from the land. I couldn't swim. I couldn't even float. Last time we went to Pangkor, that was nightmare. You don't ask me to go 1 feet further than the beach. The most I could take was the water level as high as my knee and that's it. Not that I don' trust Ryan (ex-aquatic club president). But we've got lifeguards, an enclosed area, and a 1.5m sign which gave me the sence of security in Sunway Lagoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308249300201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqeNB6T8dI/AAAAAAAAA7g/CExlKKav60g/s400/12169_180116956475_689206475_3056316_3504215_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chicas&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment (even though I was forced into it). All of them were already far gone before I even step into the pool. Gotta take off my shirt. Damn. Tummy tummy oh my tummy. We were playing "monkey" in the pool. 6 of the girls were the monkey while 4 of us guys cornered them and we're the throwers/recievers. Poor DJ gotta checked on the girls all time because it seemed like we're the only group who entertained him. Songs were being played and we were having this so called "pool clubbing" and dance around. Water level as high as neck. Feels good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407310118864635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Swqf52lNRVI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Kp1VrJEo1Go/s400/12169_180104241475_689206475_3056207_3048116_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Flo Rida's Right Round is being played, we all in a circle gotta dip into the pool together when the lyric goes "when you go down when you go down down". It was great. Meeting some of the new people. All of us felt comfortable. At least I felt comfortable with them, I don't know how they felt about me. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407310122542152834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Swqf6ER_vII/AAAAAAAAA8g/B7y5VSjmdJQ/s400/12169_180116881475_689206475_3056304_644311_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they do keep insisting having my pictures taken instead of me taking pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407308576598900738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqegFMZwAI/AAAAAAAAA7w/HNy_lX-2faA/s400/12169_180117026475_689206475_3056324_14989_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bunch of people are nice to mix with but I don't think I can click with them. As what Ryan told me earlier, we're considered as the not so wild type. Maybe the nerd gang. It got to be a nerd gang when most of us got at least USD7k for scholarship right? hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407313041558500370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Swqij-dudBI/AAAAAAAAA9A/j_W9kNcc_lE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The mixture of 3 Klang yaos along with the bakkuttehness (the Kopi yao, the oh-so-into-korea-pop yao and the ham yao) and the Klang girl who wears like a lady, a hardcore yet mysterious gamer from Cheras, a lousy dancer with a super math brain, a househusband with good football skills, a forever looks stress girl, a naughty and little wild girl with something too big for her size, a nerd who studies so much yet still can party like Paris Hilton(scandalous ) and me, the forever photograhper. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what makes us family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5547816911802815539?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5547816911802815539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-another-week-has-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5547816911802815539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5547816911802815539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-another-week-has-gone.html' title='And so, another week has gone.'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SwqhKrUjA-I/AAAAAAAAA84/oXHZMqJPRWI/s72-c/P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8137601382655226152</id><published>2009-11-12T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:52:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a 宅男 . Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You pronounce it as "zhai nan". It refers to those comic geek or gaming freak or toy figures collector who stays in the room all day long. They just don't come out. They are forever living in their world of fantasies. You can find many of these 宅男 in Japan or Taiwan. Basically they just look the same. Long hair, thick glasses, skinny, and weird smell I supposed. Well, in Malaysia, not many of them. We will just call these people nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Svvmo_l-XJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sCimCB_tNII/s1600-h/%E5%AE%85%E7%94%B7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Svvmo_l-XJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sCimCB_tNII/s400/%E5%AE%85%E7%94%B7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403165769900907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*People who read comic books - Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*People who do homework- Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;*People who score in exams- Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;*People who listen to Japanese pop- Lala nerds.&lt;br /&gt;*People who play video games- Chan Kah Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as what the title of this post said: "I am a 'zhai nan'. Sometimes." I like to stay at home somehow. Even when I have nothing to do, I can just lie down and do nuts. I have toy figures. I play computer games. I used to read comic books. That's why I'm a 宅男?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. You can bring me out but please do not, I repeat, DO NOT ask me to guide you or lead you to anywhere. Many people said to me, you stay here and this is your area, you don't know where to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't know where to. There was once my friend asked me to bring him to Asia Cafe. They picked me up from my home and off we went one round back to my home again and then we changed our mind to go Taipan instead and we got lost. My sense of direction is poor. So this is why my parents, dear mum and dad, youjust have to give me extra cash just in case I get lost in LAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outings! I am so desperate to go out now. I need to take more pictures! You will only improve when you start doing it. Just like math, you practice and score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*reminds me of the cubicle which urge all the guys to aim at the bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8137601382655226152?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8137601382655226152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8137601382655226152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8137601382655226152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sometimes.html' title='I am a 宅男 . Sometimes.'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Svvmo_l-XJI/AAAAAAAAA5g/sCimCB_tNII/s72-c/%E5%AE%85%E7%94%B7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7394857958376294553</id><published>2009-11-11T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:54:26.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some foreign movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a week of medication, it looks much more better and feels much more better but still, it hurts. I think I need more time to heal. No more running or futsal at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else better to do lately. So I decided to watch movies at home. Just recently I am so into foreign movies whether it is of European or South American movies. Without noticing I actually watched some of the greatest European movies for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqveQ90DNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FLU8FysWd5I/s1600-h/lives-of-others-das-leben-der-anderen-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqveQ90DNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FLU8FysWd5I/s400/lives-of-others-das-leben-der-anderen-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402823637469498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Language: German. The Lives of Others, 2007. Won the best European film in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Svqvd51yPUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PjmrvQWOcWE/s1600-h/pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Svqvd51yPUI/AAAAAAAAA5A/PjmrvQWOcWE/s400/pan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402823631261809986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Language: Spanish. Pan's Labyrinth, 2006. Won Oscar and Saturn Award as well as 68 wins in other awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just recently I watched Rudo and Cursi. A movie about 2 brothers who are natural gifted footballers which eventually being recruited to play in 2 different teams at Mexico City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqvdismG5I/AAAAAAAAA44/mhwFXVKKwrs/s1600-h/rudo_y_cursi_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqvdismG5I/AAAAAAAAA44/mhwFXVKKwrs/s400/rudo_y_cursi_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402823625049250706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Language: Belgium. And I watched Left Bank yesterday night which I needed to categorized it as one of the weirdest movie I've seen. As weird as Donnie Darko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqvegwCZiI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/MtyzPkajQJ4/s1600-h/fyp7s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqvegwCZiI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/MtyzPkajQJ4/s400/fyp7s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402823641706685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost 2 weeks since the holiday started. No where else to hang out yet. Feeling a little bored. Just a little. Even though I have so many things yet to be done. hahaha. I just feel so lazy nowadays. But I have some idea feel like doing a short film. LoL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film editing can give you endless nights of sleepness! In the mean time it is so much fun to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7394857958376294553?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7394857958376294553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-foreign-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7394857958376294553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7394857958376294553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-foreign-movies.html' title='Just some foreign movies'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvqveQ90DNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FLU8FysWd5I/s72-c/lives-of-others-das-leben-der-anderen-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6466702999222245832</id><published>2009-11-11T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:57:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From digging our noses to biting the tip of a pen or rather clicking the ball pen instantaneously, I believe that all of us have bad habits.  Sometimes we can see it ourselves; sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a girl who sits just right opposite of you. She shakes her legs so hard that you thought the world is not ending in 2012 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a nerd who keeps biting his finger nails that sometimes you will think twice whether he is the nail clipper itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some of us do realize our own bad habits. At times we try to change it but what my old man said is indeed true: "old habits die hard". I know what's my own bad habits. Sometimes I'm straightforward. Sometimes I like to tease my friends. But all the time I like to do things half way. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn things half way. Guitar, drums, photoshop etc.&lt;br /&gt;I know things half way. Computers, cameras, games, sports, movie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I do things half way. Never ending game, never ending novel, never ending tv series, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to leave it there. But sometimes I do things efficiently. There is several occasions that I am actually proud of what I did to myself, and to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your bad habit? Can you see it? Or you think you are almost perfect that you need others to tell you? Maybe one of the days we should all sit up in a circle and start bitch talking about each other for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you are selfish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.. Where got sell fish? You sell cock la!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk cock la you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I said, you sell the cock-o-nut la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations as above should happen in a situation that I suggested earlier on. I mean, we wouldn't want something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you are selfish.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MaCau, CCTV fishing frog fishhead noodle bakkutteh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banana, cheesecake, papaya, tomato and chili sauce..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ni mama, ni mama, ni ge ni mama!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could work. But I don't guarantee you that it will work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6466702999222245832?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6466702999222245832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6466702999222245832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6466702999222245832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3906416108516874811</id><published>2009-11-08T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:40:09.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg, Carrot, and the Coffee bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a story that my friend had told awhile ago. For those that are going to study abroad, this is a good one that will keep you thinking at least for the next few minutes. I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbI-7G9zvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/FK1YmCvvA_k/s1600-h/09_41_6---Egg_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbI-7G9zvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/FK1YmCvvA_k/s400/09_41_6---Egg_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725786421841650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Egg. What happens to the egg when you put it into a pot of hot boiling water? Obviously you're able to eat it later no matter it is half boiled or fully boiled. But what I'm trying to imply is this: The egg has hard shell but its inside will always be soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you become the egg who looks tough from the outside but actually you're weak from the inside? Will you pretend that everything is OK even though you know it is not? You can tell people that you are happy, but you actually feel depress and hard to live with as though everything is against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbJCyb2rtI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Md5KIYwMTKI/s1600-h/carrot-bsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbJCyb2rtI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Md5KIYwMTKI/s400/carrot-bsp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725852813012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carrot. Now what happens to the carrot when you put it into the boiling water? It becomes soft. You go in hard but come out soft and all cooked up. You are easily influenced by what is around you. I mean, we all must have dignity and a principle to live our lives. So if you are not strong enough, you might fall into the trap and come out as a piece of soft cooked carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbJKRR0c9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/dZdBd-cjFDc/s1600-h/coffee-beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbJKRR0c9I/AAAAAAAAA4w/dZdBd-cjFDc/s400/coffee-beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725981351506898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coffee Beans. Coffee beans and hot water gives you a nice cup of coffee. From mocha to cappuccino, kopi susu to yingyong. You go in as a coffee bean and what comes out is great. I'm not saying that you will succeed in life but try to think from another angle. You, the coffee bean, influence others around you and make them a better person out of themselves. You stand strong to your own principle and guide the people around you instead of being influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will you become the egg, carrot, or the coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3906416108516874811?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3906416108516874811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/egg-carrot-and-coffee-bean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3906416108516874811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3906416108516874811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/egg-carrot-and-coffee-bean.html' title='Egg, Carrot, and the Coffee bean'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SvbI-7G9zvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/FK1YmCvvA_k/s72-c/09_41_6---Egg_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3247016488035706699</id><published>2009-09-15T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:22:02.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felt extremely tired today. Supposed to go to bed at 10pm but just after half an hour, i was waken up by that bloody cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of that bloody cat:&lt;br /&gt;Just not so long ago, this male cat jumped over to my neighbor's house. He is a coward cat. And also a dumb one. All the other cats have made it through, they jumped in and out of every other houses in the neighborhood, but not this one. All night long, all day long, he's been crying for help. No allies, sorry mate. For the past few nights, he has been meowing and meowing and I thought, "if I had a gun, I definitely will put one bullet into its testicles for being a coward cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talked to a friend for almost an hour during dinner. About upcoming life in universities and other stuff. He reminded me that only 5 more weeks and we're done. Withdraw from INTI college. I will miss my friends for sure. Have I been a good friend to them? I don't know. But everytime I'll just try to be good, even though at times I tease them with how fat they are, this and that, but of course I never mean it, it's just something that we could all laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Should I be thinking alot? I do not have time for it. I just go for classes, do my homework, put 100% effort in film club, workout, play more games, watch more tv series, and cherish every moment with family and her. Not much time left. Do all you can, enjoy yourself within this 3 years and after that, it'll be just 8-10 hours of work, dinner, a little time of tv and sleep. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3247016488035706699?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3247016488035706699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/felt-extremely-tired-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3247016488035706699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3247016488035706699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/felt-extremely-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6596549715721822817</id><published>2009-09-12T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:38:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to be done</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for the 2nd injection of Hepatitis A.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for an injection of "anti-chicken pox". Yes, my childhood was so special that chicken pox never got into my body system somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the medical letter from doctor to state that I am immune to MMR and Hep B.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for OU Housing contract to be offered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my US Visa done latest by mid October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been contacting each department regarding different issues for the past few weeks. I think I am satisfied with what OU has provided me so far. Everything was great. And after that, I am ready to go to OU. I've checked everything. Housing, transportation, dining, sports, and basically everything that I need to know for being an international student there. Decided to get the unit which consists of 2 private bedroom + 2 bathroom. The rate is still ok. 20 bucks more expensive than Iowa State but they got only 1 bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Game day at Oklahoma is about more than the 82,000-plus fans witnessing one of the most historic and vibrant programs in college football at one of the game's truly great cathedrals.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It is about pride for a great university. It is about pride for an entire state. Game day here represents football and a whole lot more.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSKUPq5dI/AAAAAAAAA3o/HcVQj2fWdrM/s1600-h/2533385.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSKUPq5dI/AAAAAAAAA3o/HcVQj2fWdrM/s400/2533385.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380554885754971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why am I so into OU. I mean, from what I 've heard, they said that you will have this feeling, that a particular university is for you. It's not about the ranking, it's not about the people or who will be going there with you, it's the feeling. When I have to choose between MTU and OU, somehow the feeling leads me to OU. I prayed to God and said that my future is so blur that I do not even know where to go, and I even said that if the first offer letter dropped by my mailbox then I'll just go there. I waited, checked emails, no news while other friends already got accepted through emails. Then few days later, mum called me and informed me that I have been admitted and even got my I20. That was really Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLlrHaeI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kK_sSTUUkGE/s1600-h/P1030365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLlrHaeI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kK_sSTUUkGE/s400/P1030365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380554907613358562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my friend said, I am having the ultimate college life this semester. Well, I guess so. But having to run a club in short semester gonna keep myself busy. I hope ICSJ FILM CLUB will be quite a succesful one. Many people had signed up, but I do hope that as many people will attend the meetings. I do care about this club. I will come back and see how it progress but of course the upcoming committee will be very important for the club to rise or fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSKjMpIFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xRypq8oeNmw/s1600-h/P1030364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSKjMpIFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/xRypq8oeNmw/s400/P1030364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380554889768804434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLbcULmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/c_dUZQXkcMk/s1600-h/P1030368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLbcULmI/AAAAAAAAA4A/c_dUZQXkcMk/s400/P1030368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380554904866926178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLPXcN1I/AAAAAAAAA34/86AyxSR6KA8/s1600-h/P1030362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSLPXcN1I/AAAAAAAAA34/86AyxSR6KA8/s400/P1030362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380554901625255762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'm so into my old habits again. The one that like to stay home, not going out, have my eyes fixed on the black box. But I did finish my homework ok. As in partially finish, maybe 80% is enough. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hooked up to Dollhouse and Leverage lately. Elvin you gotta gimme all the season 1 of Leverage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquVYI2_GCI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TOrPCuFHkOY/s1600-h/dollhouse-tv-series-official-poster-mq-01-2582c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquVYI2_GCI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TOrPCuFHkOY/s400/dollhouse-tv-series-official-poster-mq-01-2582c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380558421751699490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquVYqOHJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bcssTa9MQmQ/s1600-h/leverage_wallpaper_cast_01_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquVYqOHJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bcssTa9MQmQ/s400/leverage_wallpaper_cast_01_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380558430707066738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6596549715721822817?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6596549715721822817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-to-be-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6596549715721822817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6596549715721822817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-to-be-done.html' title='Things to be done'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SquSKUPq5dI/AAAAAAAAA3o/HcVQj2fWdrM/s72-c/2533385.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5222632539654106135</id><published>2009-09-08T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:13:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after the longest weekend break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just took a short nap. But still it didn't really matter. Tiredness is still there. At first I felt like sleeping till tomorrow but then decided to wake up and hope to finish up my homework. And maybe watch some movies or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlBbNzlnI/AAAAAAAAA3g/9cjeOFojMEk/s1600-h/P1030356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlBbNzlnI/AAAAAAAAA3g/9cjeOFojMEk/s400/P1030356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097880100574834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be hectic. INTIMA week is where we have to work our ass up to get people to join our club. The other clubs will be thinking how on earth will ICSJ FILM CLUB survives without even collecting registration fees. But we have other things in mind. And just like Kahwei said, "because we are rich!".  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to get to college and start working on our board. I think the station is a good location. Just like how Melaka was located and became one of the best trading centre in early century. With just me and Boon, two guys cracking up our brains and think how to decorate the board, it is not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlBJhtxxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6IIbjne84aU/s1600-h/P1030341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlBJhtxxI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6IIbjne84aU/s400/P1030341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097875352241938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlAjvDO1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SIVkKGs6GK0/s1600-h/P1030342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlAjvDO1I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/SIVkKGs6GK0/s400/P1030342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097865207626578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we college boys doing all this school boy work?", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkjtrHMOI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O_qEqN9LQbg/s1600-h/P1030347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkjtrHMOI/AAAAAAAAA3I/O_qEqN9LQbg/s400/P1030347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097369659257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew lines for borders, cut some papers, did our best to have words to be put up on board. And without knowingly that we had spent RM14.70 which close to exceeding the budget given by INTIMA. Nevermind. But I am thankful for all the people who involved themselves in helping us. Special thanks to Stella, Chew, Yenloo, Kayee, and Tiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkjfRbL6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/KwjQDfsijUM/s1600-h/P1030349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkjfRbL6I/AAAAAAAAA3A/KwjQDfsijUM/s400/P1030349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097365793419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiw urged Fangkai to pretend to do work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZki80gWAI/AAAAAAAAA24/9mmSbfeX6YM/s1600-h/P1030350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZki80gWAI/AAAAAAAAA24/9mmSbfeX6YM/s400/P1030350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379097356545316866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkKpbfoTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wzAzF1eHmcM/s1600-h/P1030351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkKpbfoTI/AAAAAAAAA2w/wzAzF1eHmcM/s400/P1030351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096939023278386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkKGK39zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1s_M6HoI9GU/s1600-h/P1030353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkKGK39zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1s_M6HoI9GU/s400/P1030353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096929558329138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkJzeLlfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qZRZ47XLfa4/s1600-h/P1030355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZkJzeLlfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/qZRZ47XLfa4/s400/P1030355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096924539033074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZjwYQDf0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/qQNEw4d60fg/s1600-h/P1030359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZjwYQDf0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/qQNEw4d60fg/s400/P1030359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096487735295810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finished working and time to watch One Piece. You piece of Kahwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have to finish it up by tomorrow and start to promote our club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZjwACemBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GHOaTrCLe6s/s1600-h/P1030357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZjwACemBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/GHOaTrCLe6s/s400/P1030357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379096481235900434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5222632539654106135?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5222632539654106135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-after-longest-weekend-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5222632539654106135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5222632539654106135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-after-longest-weekend-break.html' title='The day after the longest weekend break'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqZlBbNzlnI/AAAAAAAAA3g/9cjeOFojMEk/s72-c/P1030356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7582257821952234413</id><published>2009-09-04T23:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:26:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE8Dh02O1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-6yyAlWo4Es/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE8Dh02O1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-6yyAlWo4Es/s400/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377645461374384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day where I started off with badminton with friends @ 3K. It was a weird timing for doing sports around 1:45pm. Also, glad to got a message which informed me that ICSJ Film Club is officially approved. At least I got something to work on during this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6mG4kwpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/xJzbmJGIsiA/s1600-h/P1030185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6mG4kwpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/xJzbmJGIsiA/s400/P1030185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643856414425746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6l-Y4rAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LQPolJJwPkQ/s1600-h/P1030178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6l-Y4rAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/LQPolJJwPkQ/s400/P1030178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643854134029314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6k9psoKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/u8ecw8Smol0/s1600-h/P1030177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6k9psoKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/u8ecw8Smol0/s400/P1030177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643836756238498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6kdmsizI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pekGqaKlRtY/s1600-h/P1030174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6kdmsizI/AAAAAAAAA0I/pekGqaKlRtY/s400/P1030174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643828153715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6jxnwpPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Nm35f_lYlFI/s1600-h/P1030164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE6jxnwpPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Nm35f_lYlFI/s400/P1030164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377643816347018482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE8DBKa-DI/AAAAAAAAA0o/sr2-Cq2WL-4/s1600-h/P1030188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE8DBKa-DI/AAAAAAAAA0o/sr2-Cq2WL-4/s400/P1030188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377645452606502962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badminton session was fun. I did not play badminton for years. But still find it fun especially you have people like YannHuoy around the court who laughed more than actually doing the sports. And KahXin the "sports woman" of the year. Pros like Boon and Khaivenn. Semi Pros like Chew, Kahwei, Ryan, and Thongyang. Not So Pro like Fangkai. And lastly, Not Pro but still got future like ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got back home and got ready for a screening @ P1 wimax building. Garrick won some "get your answer right" competition and got to bring me as the guest. We were lost as we did not know how to go there but somehow we ended there before time! Got our tickets, had our dinner, and got ourselves sat in the auditorium. Just after a short introduction, the screening began. With all the 15Malaysia short films being shown, I am rather grateful for being there. It was such an awesome experience. Lucky enough to have Garrick there because he knows a lot about local film directors and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCWgKK8MI/AAAAAAAAA1I/o7vSyONN-is/s1600-h/P1030212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCWgKK8MI/AAAAAAAAA1I/o7vSyONN-is/s400/P1030212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652384414232770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCVpzjXlI/AAAAAAAAA04/8X7Cux9QA_g/s1600-h/P1030210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCVpzjXlI/AAAAAAAAA04/8X7Cux9QA_g/s400/P1030210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652369823850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCWIDtvNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SOXIg5r6Rqw/s1600-h/P1030211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCWIDtvNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SOXIg5r6Rqw/s400/P1030211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652377944702162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDU5gsFxI/AAAAAAAAA14/iTgWhEsdADQ/s1600-h/P1030235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDU5gsFxI/AAAAAAAAA14/iTgWhEsdADQ/s400/P1030235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653456371455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDUqyV2EI/AAAAAAAAA1w/syp5diSioo0/s1600-h/P1030234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDUqyV2EI/AAAAAAAAA1w/syp5diSioo0/s400/P1030234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653452418963522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCW_G2hQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/jqHTCyVFcRk/s1600-h/P1030218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCW_G2hQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/jqHTCyVFcRk/s400/P1030218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652392721810690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDTs9M6QI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Pg2EoQ1nT5Y/s1600-h/P1030226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDTs9M6QI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Pg2EoQ1nT5Y/s400/P1030226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653435821517058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCXW3polI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DrHTmAEDYbU/s1600-h/P1030223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFCXW3polI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DrHTmAEDYbU/s400/P1030223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377652399100502610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDUHkvp3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/PBg6KTY094k/s1600-h/P1030232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDUHkvp3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/PBg6KTY094k/s400/P1030232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653442966693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDVItOnLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/7GrOxl_a9Wo/s1600-h/P1030236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDVItOnLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/7GrOxl_a9Wo/s400/P1030236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653460450581682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the directors there were: Linus Chong (House), Ho Yuhang (Potong saga), and Benji&amp;amp;Bahir (Meter). Some of the casts were there as well. We had the privilege to see all the 15 short films. For your information, only 7 of them were released. So, we are lucky enough to watch the unreleased ones. I particular like this few films: Meter (released on 9Sep); Healthy Paranoia (released 14Sep); Halal; and Slovak Sling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfAnZooGeuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfAnZooGeuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/films/"&gt;15Malaysia&lt;/a&gt; and spend minutes just to watch these local short films. All are great, some are hilarious, some left you wonder what happens next and etc. I am astonished and in awe of how all these directors interpreted Malaysia in their own ways. These films are totally original and creative. You can never see all these in your life before for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8siSkf5-6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8siSkf5-6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the 15 films are accepted and will be exhibited in Korea for a showcase. Please make sure you follow this site and have a click on the ones I mentioned above. It is hilarious. I almost laughed until my lungs came off from my throat. But unfortunately, did not get the chance to take a snap with local directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDb5cw-VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9a9u2hnONZ0/s1600-h/P1030237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqFDb5cw-VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9a9u2hnONZ0/s400/P1030237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377653576614082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a great experience. It's just that I will be taking filming as an interest. And, I shall together with some fellas build a strong platform for ICSJ Film Club so it will have a great future ahead. Do come and support us yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7582257821952234413?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7582257821952234413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-4th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7582257821952234413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7582257821952234413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-4th.html' title='Friday the 4th'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SqE8Dh02O1I/AAAAAAAAA0w/-6yyAlWo4Es/s72-c/P1030192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1527154728385306573</id><published>2009-09-02T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:16:41.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long long time ago, I would be 'quite' excited when it came to Merdeka Day. I would wake up in the early morning and turned on the tv just to watch the parade @ TV2. How cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5KDPoOgzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/G2AWJAU8lvo/s1600-h/P1020413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5KDPoOgzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/G2AWJAU8lvo/s400/P1020413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816424722268978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few years back, I grew up a bit. Chose to watch the count down showcase @ 8TV. I never like to put myself in the crowds and shout "whatever it is" when the clock ticks past 12am. It's just me. No sweating, no crowded place please. Exceptional case: 1) Go for a concert of Jay Chou 2) Go for a Chelsea football match in the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5KCnbocOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/58yCwVz-cHg/s1600-h/P1020952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5KCnbocOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/58yCwVz-cHg/s400/P1020952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376816413932024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, somehow the 'ooom' was not there. I didn't even bother to celebrate. Because I have to enjoy my very last day of holiday. Doing whatever I felt like doing. Celebrating Merdeka day is just not there. I love my country. But somehow the celebration of this year seems boring. But I have to agree with what our Prime Minister said, "1Malaysia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5G5m83GhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oInZK8MSQM8/s1600-h/1_malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5G5m83GhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oInZK8MSQM8/s400/1_malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376812960649255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much happens lately. Besides going for a production "Will You Marry Me" @City Harvest Church, which I think is one of the greatest musical performance ever, where the crowds stood and applauded for the casts after the show. Went to Murni and watched all 3 goals scored by Chelsea against Burnley that Saturday night. Also, tutor girlfriend. LoL. Luckily I still remember part of the Secondary syllabus. And mostly spent my time at home, stuffed all my time with TheSims3. I will post my Sims story one day. Because I'm so addicted to it for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RqgYH8CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_ugTADlIKv8/s1600-h/P1030106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RqgYH8CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_ugTADlIKv8/s400/P1030106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376824795814424610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RqzOJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAzo/PypwMTN1U1w/s1600-h/P1030105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RqzOJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAzo/PypwMTN1U1w/s400/P1030105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376824800872887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RrR00VzI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UDanPMiVXCc/s1600-h/P1030091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RrR00VzI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UDanPMiVXCc/s400/P1030091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376824809088112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RrxXHNDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NaI35ZoDgFU/s1600-h/P1030096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5RrxXHNDI/AAAAAAAAAz4/NaI35ZoDgFU/s400/P1030096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376824817553454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of college was rather boring. 4pm class is not the best deal ever in the INTI schedule. And having 1 class per semester per day which makes my time in college worse. Feel like I am really a part time student now. Thought of working but after the 2nd class of Differential Equation, I think I choose not to work. 2nd lesson itself already put us in a deadly situation. Around 100 questions to practise in the weekend, thank you very much Mr Sam. (mind you, it's just the very first subtopic of the first chapter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am already in the last chapter of my college life. I am so grateful and blessed that everything went well. All the friends that were with me, they are all great. I am already in the process of getting my housing application done. 2 bedroom (per person per room) with 2 bathroom, along with living room with dishwasher machine, 27" of tv with DVD player and lots of DVD to be rented in the campus, it couldn't be any better right? Not forgetting to mention about Wendy's, Burger King and Starbucks. Oh my, really can't wait to go there to experience all these cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5G1iFaqXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/VlNMC1Z7vL0/s1600-h/b12ss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5G1iFaqXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/VlNMC1Z7vL0/s400/b12ss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376812890623486322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipating activity would be any games of OU football. If there were a chance to travel with the supporters for an away game over UNL, I will be wearing the OU jersey proudly and called up some of the UNL buggers. For the record, OU has been winning for most of the time. :p Having a good football and basketball team to support is good for your health. It is such a healty competition. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be having any classes from tomorrow onwards until 4pm next Tuesday. 5 days of break. ~I gotta feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1527154728385306573?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1527154728385306573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1527154728385306573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1527154728385306573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-chapter.html' title='The Last Chapter'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sp5KDPoOgzI/AAAAAAAAAzY/G2AWJAU8lvo/s72-c/P1020413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7217628556077674543</id><published>2009-08-28T22:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:37:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's coming to an end. I could just use a hand to count how many days are left for my own enjoyment. For some, it's just pure boring. For some, it's just a same old routine of sleep, eat, and shit. But for some, it's awesome. Well, if people were to ask how's my holiday, I don't know what to answer. Maybe "great! and fun!" would be the closest to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been quite busy this week. Busy with girlfriend and friends. An evenly distributed week between love life and friendship. I have time for both events. But sadly not much time for gaming. I have to spend my gaming time in late night til early morning before I went to bed. Been actively involving myself in The Sims 3 and Football Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I have a good news for everyone who's reading this. But before that, let's go back to 2 days ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 days ago, Wednesday dated 26/08/2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Anniversary with girlfriend. Watched Aliens in the Attic. A very fun movie to watch. Better than UP. Yes fangkai, better than UP! hehehehe... Went to dragon-i for brunch brfore headed to the cinema. And got ourselves some sweet desert in Cinnabon. After tuition we went to LST@ taipan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf01oAa_7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/aKpcPpR3cBI/s1600-h/P1020697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf01oAa_7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/aKpcPpR3cBI/s400/P1020697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033882399408050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf02PW-h2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/uT6Siecu4Es/s1600-h/P1020727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf02PW-h2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/uT6Siecu4Es/s400/P1020727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033892962994018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf02blXGhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xc9umSgYFXo/s1600-h/P1020728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf02blXGhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/xc9umSgYFXo/s400/P1020728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033896244550162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself a novel. "Superpowers". It's been awhile since I last read a novel. I just can't help myself of not growing up. But this novel sounds pretty cool. About a bunch of college kids who went to party and guess what? They woke up the next day just to find themselves having these superpowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spfsak0XgRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/KwHCwDQvAn8/s1600-h/n257695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spfsak0XgRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/KwHCwDQvAn8/s400/n257695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375024621594050834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to fantasize. Of being a superhero and save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpfyUVk-rFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AE3e-nv_FJc/s1600-h/superman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpfyUVk-rFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AE3e-nv_FJc/s400/superman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375031111493528658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 day ago, Thursday dated 27/08/2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf95ubV1dI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1opn9rNlGSk/s1600-h/P1020768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf95ubV1dI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1opn9rNlGSk/s400/P1020768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043848447055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up very early to meet up at INTI before heading to Melaka. One of the last ones to get result. Yea. I've been checking ecampus all time but yet, there's no sign of results posted. So, I myself being a little coward, asked Ryan to help me take the transcript. Wasn't expecting much on Calculus though. Getting anything above B- would be OK. Asked Ryan to say "Good" if it is B- above. Luckily, it's a Good. B. Fair enough. But one of the shockers was my Physics212. Getting A- for it. God Bless. Overall, it was satisfying, increasing my CGPA just that 0.02 but never mind I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf953aK3iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7JaRQ8vkRd4/s1600-h/P1020778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf953aK3iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/7JaRQ8vkRd4/s400/P1020778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043850858061346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and YannHuoy drove all the way to Melaka, and half way on the high way something just went against our way. It rhymes I know. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf96Wu5-yI/AAAAAAAAAv4/71kxMJwcdS0/s1600-h/P1020792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf96Wu5-yI/AAAAAAAAAv4/71kxMJwcdS0/s400/P1020792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043859266534178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf96_Q1YyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DFUg8RhuHlo/s1600-h/P1020798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf96_Q1YyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/DFUg8RhuHlo/s400/P1020798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043870146257698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf97FwnxyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/LhPQkuDsVfM/s1600-h/P1020806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf97FwnxyI/AAAAAAAAAwI/LhPQkuDsVfM/s400/P1020806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375043871890196258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_OsF4cQI/AAAAAAAAAww/K_VGwCHaif4/s1600-h/P1020813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_OsF4cQI/AAAAAAAAAww/K_VGwCHaif4/s400/P1020813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045308109058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_ORXN_JI/AAAAAAAAAwo/872CTb4zMoY/s1600-h/P1020816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_ORXN_JI/AAAAAAAAAwo/872CTb4zMoY/s400/P1020816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045300934016146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon called up Teng Quan and ask him to be the tour guide of the day. Well, everyone was just so against him. But he did bring us to some great place. What we did mostly were just eating and makaning and taking picturing! Went to places like Dataran Pahlawan and Jonker Street. Ended the night with Nyonya food at Makko. Got back home at 1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgAT_nj4BI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oah3qjpA2Lc/s1600-h/P1020903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgAT_nj4BI/AAAAAAAAAxY/oah3qjpA2Lc/s400/P1020903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046498761564178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_NzFT2II/AAAAAAAAAwg/ka1jV4bPkmo/s1600-h/P1020843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_NzFT2II/AAAAAAAAAwg/ka1jV4bPkmo/s400/P1020843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045292805838978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_Nnh4cDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pDrXqD5Ddw4/s1600-h/P1020884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_Nnh4cDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pDrXqD5Ddw4/s400/P1020884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045289704452146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_NMB7iGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oHGz_xvGe98/s1600-h/P1020894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf_NMB7iGI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/oHGz_xvGe98/s400/P1020894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375045282322679906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgASk_STdI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ax0kTX2aWzE/s1600-h/P1020924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgASk_STdI/AAAAAAAAAxA/ax0kTX2aWzE/s400/P1020924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046474433449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgATbntYNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yNdH-BFYSvo/s1600-h/P1020913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgATbntYNI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yNdH-BFYSvo/s400/P1020913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046489098510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgATEVAnoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pUyKum1p-7U/s1600-h/P1020948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgATEVAnoI/AAAAAAAAAxI/pUyKum1p-7U/s400/P1020948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046482846064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEiFMkfFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/XycK130zrXU/s1600-h/P1020963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEhU-79aI/AAAAAAAAAxw/FyQlChwqJuU/s400/P1020979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051125881566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEhK04OYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/BmQ7Hw4bXF4/s1600-h/P1020988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEhK04OYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/BmQ7Hw4bXF4/s400/P1020988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051123155024258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEgtJD_JI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ujbXE9klwA4/s1600-h/P1020995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgEgtJD_JI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ujbXE9klwA4/s400/P1020995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051115186617490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGWF2fkiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zpn9rYpGEjQ/s1600-h/P1020996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGWF2fkiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/zpn9rYpGEjQ/s400/P1020996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053131864314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGVtP0P7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/qkMU35YlVLE/s1600-h/P1030026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGVtP0P7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/qkMU35YlVLE/s400/P1030026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053125259640754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGVcEs1XI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7cZcx7bPygA/s1600-h/P1030022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGVcEs1XI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7cZcx7bPygA/s400/P1030022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053120649614706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGU4XlKbI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hs7nMNSDdJo/s1600-h/P1030001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGU4XlKbI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hs7nMNSDdJo/s400/P1030001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053111065127346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGUpF7pbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rgr_M8mXUJU/s1600-h/P1020998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgGUpF7pbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rgr_M8mXUJU/s400/P1020998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375053106964571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgHQYyRBoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7uhtZ5yuU8M/s1600-h/P1030029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgHQYyRBoI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7uhtZ5yuU8M/s400/P1030029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054133379270274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiring day but it did not stop me from playing game! Slept at 4am. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, Friday dated 28/08/2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up. Headed to college for a brief meeting about the club. Everything is going smoothly. Got a call from my mum and this is the news that I'd like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgHQt0KLaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/nu8Ob4rir6M/s1600-h/P1030032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpgHQt0KLaI/AAAAAAAAAy4/nu8Ob4rir6M/s400/P1030032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054139024354722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm officially a student of University of Oklahoma! I think I'm the first among my friends who got the letter along with I-20 and other materials. They got accepted through email notification but I got through air mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo.... I'm accepted. Got to go for some medical check up and immunization! My orientation day would be 13th January and first day of class would be 19th! So, I will be heading to Oklahoma latest by 6th January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come OU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpfyUVk-rFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AE3e-nv_FJc/s1600-h/superman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SpfyUVk-rFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/AE3e-nv_FJc/s400/superman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375031111493528658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7217628556077674543?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7217628556077674543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7217628556077674543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7217628556077674543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Spf01oAa_7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/aKpcPpR3cBI/s72-c/P1020697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2705022337507410566</id><published>2009-08-24T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:31:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much happened lately. Well, other than going for a blood test this morning, everything is fine. Still cough, need to drink more hot honey lemon. Please anyone make some for me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog just a little about "film". For those that didn't know, few of us are currently getting a club to be formed. Still need a meeting with club advisor and hope everything will be fine. Schedule, proposal, name lists, events are all done, it's just down to a simple "approval" from the upper head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I decided to join the P1MFS competition. A short film competition of 3-5 minutes with theme "Malaysia". Still thinking of the idea. I hope you guys can gimme a hand and show me full support yea! Not aiming to win, because it's gonna be a tight competition of whole nationwide. So I'm gonna put in all effort and have a good experience! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this &lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/films/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; out for nice short films by 15 local film makers with local artists and etc. For those that remember the guy Namewee who sang Negarakuku few years back, he's back in one of the videos(Potong Saga). And also, Chocolate by the late Yasmin Ahmad. And other cool videos which set to inspire all people to join this P1 Malaysia Film-making Showcase competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend Garrick had successfully transfer to INTI. LoL. And we could all have our project to work on. All the best! And for those that wanted to participate, let me know ok? Because I do need some people to work on/with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2705022337507410566?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2705022337507410566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2705022337507410566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2705022337507410566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/film.html' title='Film'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2609814325864165657</id><published>2009-08-21T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:10:11.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teknologi masa kini memang banyak susah. I paling tak suka speed internet yang memang lambat. Macam kura kura itu. Ataupun macam snail. Download file pun lambat betul. Satu movie nak tunggu banyak masa, estimated time ialah beberapa hours. Kalau aku berada di US elok kali, satu jam pun finish movieku yang sedang didownloadkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi emailku kena hack. Tak dapat log in tak ape. Tapi semua file penting dari uni-uni sent ke emailku. Cepatlah reply aku. Babi betul si Yahoo! Customer Care. Nak aku tunggu beberapa hari tak ape, tapi beri reply pun tak dapat dibantukan. Sudah 3 hari emailku kena hack. Bodoh betul aku ni. Tapi tak apa. Sudah notify OU tentang emailku. Dia orang akan change information ataupun update infoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kawan-kawanku yang telah diaccepted oleh UNL. Pergi saje lah dengan no worries. Tapi you orang nak tunggu Drake sekali. Uni-uni yang lambat process memang nak student-student macam ku tunngu. Feeling itu memang tak best la. Aku memang tak suka feeling menunngu. Tunggu Yahoo! sama tunggu OU reply.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak dapat imagine kalau masa bapaku tak ade internet. ataupun windows dengan mac. Macam mana nak survive? Sekarang semua pun touch screen. iPhone, samsung, nokia, HTC dan LG. Kalau you tak touch you memang out betul. Sayang sekali tak ade touch computer. I tak dapat survive kalau tak ade internet, ataupun teknologi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ke-2 ialah minggu quarantine untukku. Sebab aku dah sick dah tangok doctor dah makan ubat. Tapi RM30 yang sudah dibayar nampak much tak efficient betul. Cough masih serious macam H1N1. Pergi luar bersiar-siar pun nak pakai mask. Kalau aku cough, semua orang pun nampak nampak. Susah betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah bayar RM150 untuk serivce PC aku. Sekarang tiap tiap hari gaming. Baik betul la. Syok betul feelingku sebab tak payah susah pergi luar luar guna banyak lui. Walletku sudah empty. Jadi jangan call aku pergi sini sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak dating somemore. You orang call aku, aku pun tak free. Tinggal 1 minggu lagi. Really OMG. GG. Result pun out sudah. I tak dapat accept the fact and want to escape for awhile. Online memang tak keluar lagi, mesti pergi EO untuk dapat result you. Cal3 aku predict dapat C+ la. Sebab final hard betul. Jadi sekarang aku harapkan B+ untuk kedua-dua Phy2 dan Philo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone! Mesti enjoy syok syok holiday ini. Kalau tidak, you akan ditorturekan dalam 7 minggu yang coming soon. I enroll sudah. Taking DE. Best betul timetable itu. Friday no class. Thursday sampai pukul 10am saje. Boleh balik rumah tidur makan dan be the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2609814325864165657?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2609814325864165657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/susah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2609814325864165657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2609814325864165657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/susah.html' title='Susah'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-614133069261049698</id><published>2009-08-18T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:26:39.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so</title><content type='html'>my Yahoo! account has been hacked. Oh my.. I must retrieve it as soon as possible. Because all the university notification and updates will be sent to that address! In case you don't know which one is it, yes, it's emmanlo@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you guys receive some weird mails please do ignore it. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-614133069261049698?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/614133069261049698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/614133069261049698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/614133069261049698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so.html' title='And so'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1583556126665683872</id><published>2009-08-16T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:26:14.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might not be the smartest person in the class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but I think I've got the brain to make some good arguments. You may not agree with what I said, but, I think I've won it based on my coolness and the hidden intelligence of mine. For those that's wondering what happened, well, I had an argument with some stranger in Facebook. I think I won. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10th August, where Chelsea beat Manchester United in the Community Shield, a friend of mine (Paul Isaac) posted "CHELSEA! CHELSEA!" on his Facebook status. So, as a Chelsea fan, I commented and found some cool things to do. Since I'm having holiday, I got the time to fool around. People, let's take some time and witness one of the lifetime arguments that I've made. Many people commented but I will just take 4 of the main ones which consists of me, Paul, Tim, and Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Death to Chelsea!! May they die in a plane crash!!!!!!!!!! It's just my way to exspress my anger and in a way I mean most of it!! But most of all I blame tht idiot ref! Again Death to Chelsea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;lol.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My philosophy of football,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; When MU win, all the fans will say, "Chelsea loser." When MU lose, all the fans will say, "Die Chelsea, Chelsea cheat, etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt; They just used to win and cant accept to fail. And referee is the person in charge. if to blame referee, Chelsea would have beaten Barcelona and lift UCL in front of ur face 3 months ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;. . . so emotional. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think all non Man Utd Fans should just drop dead NOW! Go to Hell!!!!! Yes it is nice to let out the anger.....ahhhhhh.....I feel better! Now who has the better record? Thts rite.....so shut up. Again Death to Chelsea and Liverpool! Arsenal ok la....pitty them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;bising ar tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;both goals also prob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ur evra dam lebih lebih right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;nicely miss penalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cech 2 saves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ME:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hahaha.. and the comment of death actually show how low class can some MU fans be.. kesian them.. but no worries we are intelligent ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim:&lt;span style="" italic=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At least my English is better than yours boy.......and you don't want to start a word challenge....cause I always win. Nothing nice to say then shut up. Also there is nothing wrong in expressing my anger....if there's anything wrong with someone it's you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Danny:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;O_O word challenge. lol..wow. just take a chill pill man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and I thought the Liverpool fans were idiots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ME:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"At least my English is better than yours boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;we are not comparing English here. and even though if i were to stick to ur argument that your english is better, well, u didnt show that u're better. instead u made some mistakes. it can only be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;""At least my English is better than yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"At least my English is better than your boy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u shud take up ENL103 before u reply ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"and I thought the Liverpool fans were idiots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;your thoughts have blinded you and lead u to who u are today. if u want to express ur anger, the best way would be - eat up a grenade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I try not to imagine how would u feel if Chelsea is crowned. Why do all the MU fans always feel such superior and high above. sigh. Disrespect of others. as always. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I could go on with this and write really long comments like an idiot but I'm gonna show I'm mature enough to know when to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the record I don't hate Chelsea anymore......neither do I hate you. Well this has been fun. I've got real life to get bk to.....so till there's a nxt argument I'll be there. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hahaha.. the reason i continue is because its fun.. and im having holiday now so im very free to reply.. LoL. nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah it was fun. We cool right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hahahah.. don worry.. i still think u cant beat me.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lol....we'll see nxt time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*ok folks, thats the end of todays show...till next chelsea victory in a few days, this is your host..Paul signing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;*god bless america*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, sometimes I could be quite chldish. But it's fun to have an argument with a total stranger because no hard feelings there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Damn.. 2 more weeks!! :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1583556126665683872?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1583556126665683872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-may-not-be-smartest-person-in-class.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1583556126665683872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1583556126665683872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-may-not-be-smartest-person-in-class.html' title='I might not be the smartest person in the class'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7474903869154954986</id><published>2009-08-15T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:18:37.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie update of recent happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, one week has passed. Almost. And amazingly, this week has been fun I guess. There is never a time that I find my holidays such meaningful. Let's just say, at least it is different than how it used to be. I do not like to go out much. Not that I can't, but just the feeling is not there. Well, guess what? I've been going out everyday since the last day of my exams which was last Saturday. And I should stop going out after today.  And YES, I'm broke. Officially. I should stay at home and watch movies or go to work out. It is tiring to go out everyday but luckily my system used to sleep for 6 hours per day already. LoL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 10th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An advanced birthday celebration for Carene. We went to RedBox and had a karaoke session for almost 5 hours. Chill around and dined @ TonyRomas. I ordered some grilled marniated chicken. I was full and it tasted good. Satisfying. And of course, TonyRomas is a classy place. So, for the price, it does make sense afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good time for practising some snapping skills. I had to bring my LX3 and experiment it. Was happy that I took some nice shots. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3hmRKn8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/jFfYvWgFwnc/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3hmRKn8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/jFfYvWgFwnc/s400/P1020220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369829549801119682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we're living in our own world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3jQlKLiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/U9z2GO_60RE/s1600-h/P1020235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3jQlKLiI/AAAAAAAAApQ/U9z2GO_60RE/s400/P1020235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369829578339135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3ibhb5SI/AAAAAAAAApI/32TB117J00Q/s1600-h/P1020229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3ibhb5SI/AAAAAAAAApI/32TB117J00Q/s400/P1020229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369829564096439586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiramisu for Carene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobG1c0qI9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/S8DlqsfiAcg/s1600-h/P1020318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobG1c0qI9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/S8DlqsfiAcg/s400/P1020318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370198227258319826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headed to TonyRomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5lDSSzJI/AAAAAAAAApg/7rYbeaoHBhM/s1600-h/P1020323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5lDSSzJI/AAAAAAAAApg/7rYbeaoHBhM/s400/P1020323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831808153341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my delicious chicken breasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5mtMrhaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1kDx63t0t2U/s1600-h/P1020330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5mtMrhaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/1kDx63t0t2U/s400/P1020330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831836583953826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vege is good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6NhQRe6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YlL5mzDgClw/s1600-h/P1020328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6NhQRe6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YlL5mzDgClw/s400/P1020328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369832503392697250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know where to start eh Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5nDtNqgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/9Kh1RwmBlsw/s1600-h/P1020335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5nDtNqgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/9Kh1RwmBlsw/s400/P1020335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831842625989122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carene was touched, look at that face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6OAOrBII/AAAAAAAAAqY/GXlmWm4NZm4/s1600-h/P1020344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6OAOrBII/AAAAAAAAAqY/GXlmWm4NZm4/s400/P1020344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369832511707481218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a surprise birthday cake by the crews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5mPlUhBI/AAAAAAAAApw/zloqqrEeBfY/s1600-h/P1020355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5mPlUhBI/AAAAAAAAApw/zloqqrEeBfY/s400/P1020355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831828634240018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carene oh carene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5lvvOX6I/AAAAAAAAApo/L9oF2IMkfFI/s1600-h/P1020348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV5lvvOX6I/AAAAAAAAApo/L9oF2IMkfFI/s400/P1020348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831820085845922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;group pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6NGCvebI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Wu1BrB_6G80/s1600-h/P1020361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV6NGCvebI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Wu1BrB_6G80/s400/P1020361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369832496088185266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jboy was busy telling ghost stories. NicTan freaked out. LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 11th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supposed to celebrate Boon's birthday. Due to some unavoidable issues, we have to let him go. He will be fun without having us celebrate with him. Because we know he will have a blast party. In the end, we were right. This bugger didn't sleep for that 24 hours of his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa95de9FYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1MsBRzlOHc4/s1600-h/fight_club_ver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa95de9FYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/1MsBRzlOHc4/s400/fight_club_ver4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188400550548866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I decided to take a rest at home. And headed to gym for some hours. Watched 3 movies. FightClub, Hangover, and VanWilder: FreshmanYear. For movie-goers, it's a MUST to watch all the Top250 movies in IMDB. I've watched some. Now I'm just waiting for PulpFiction, ShawshankRedemption etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 12th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial plan was to have a guitar jamming session over Ryan's place. Woke up damn early for BakKutTeh at Klang. It was ok though. Not very nice, because the shop that Ryan wanted to  bring us wasn't opened that day. Had some singing session and jamming session after that but the feeling wasn't there. Not as ON as that Saturday. Boon had to go back early and we called it off at 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tAHEm8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/dE5mMVewTt4/s1600-h/P1020395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tAHEm8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/dE5mMVewTt4/s400/P1020395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369838541809687490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_uc57VtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/TssjcW4OFfA/s1600-h/P1020399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_uc57VtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/TssjcW4OFfA/s400/P1020399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369838566719051474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tRxuf3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/rHrAxbMKb3k/s1600-h/P1020401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tRxuf3I/AAAAAAAAAqo/rHrAxbMKb3k/s400/P1020401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369838546551996274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tr3iFwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XcHNYYZNIVs/s1600-h/P1020404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV_tr3iFwI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XcHNYYZNIVs/s400/P1020404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369838553555670786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at noon. Rested. Sent Alvin off to US at KLIA in the evening. Got home. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 13th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best day. This idea came up last week when I have this thought of shopping at KL. Garrick and Ben came along. Garrick drove all the way up there. For a first timer like him to make it back and forth without getting us lost in the city, it's counted very good for him, and for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had in mind what to buy. A pair of jeans which I spotted earlier on. Ben went to search for a bag. Garrick had nothing much except for being a friendly driver where he did not let us pay the parking ticket nor the toll. Thanks man. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chili's at KLCC. My first time being there. The food was awesome. As compared to TGI Fridays, TonyRomas and Italiannies, Chili's rocks! The environment was slighty different than the ones I mentioned. It was more happening and crowded. Reminds me of Marlotte's bar in TrueBlood. Oh ya, it's Mexican food! So my friends keep making fun of me by getting me to pronounce terms like Fajitas/Jalapeno/Pena/Quesidellias and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD7jn0BCI/AAAAAAAAArA/y00UsLKCtM8/s1600-h/IMAG0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD7jn0BCI/AAAAAAAAArA/y00UsLKCtM8/s400/IMAG0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843189906932770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah.. the city of Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD9-Z3kDI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZRPvmqD2bEg/s1600-h/IMAG0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD9-Z3kDI/AAAAAAAAArg/ZRPvmqD2bEg/s400/IMAG0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843231455940658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody is busy checking out the blondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD9d8FOBI/AAAAAAAAArY/CTRwFnxAPXU/s1600-h/IMAG0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD9d8FOBI/AAAAAAAAArY/CTRwFnxAPXU/s400/IMAG0266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843222741071890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chili's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD8Uf_w6I/AAAAAAAAArI/cK7i67zrgHo/s1600-h/IMAG0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD8Uf_w6I/AAAAAAAAArI/cK7i67zrgHo/s400/IMAG0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843203027485602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stubborn and stupid one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD8xUnYcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xoHeLLw3Oqw/s1600-h/IMAG0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoWD8xUnYcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/xoHeLLw3Oqw/s400/IMAG0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369843210764378562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the chips with salsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa94cNRBGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/-ywakijT_DU/s1600-h/IMAG0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa94cNRBGI/AAAAAAAAAr4/-ywakijT_DU/s400/IMAG0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188383028053090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Classic with added chili and cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa93eYS9BI/AAAAAAAAAro/MxfAVCnIEzw/s1600-h/IMAG0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa93eYS9BI/AAAAAAAAAro/MxfAVCnIEzw/s400/IMAG0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188366431319058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Fajitas Trio! Grilled beef, shrimp and chicken!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa936rnm2I/AAAAAAAAArw/KV6zj251Mig/s1600-h/IMAG0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Soa936rnm2I/AAAAAAAAArw/KV6zj251Mig/s400/IMAG0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188374028557154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the Peta bread which makes our meal perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got home around 4ish and had a nap. Because I was going to Dragon-i for Boon's belated celebration later on. It was fun. Having everyone around. Watched "Ghost of Girlfriends' Past". It was such a meaningful movie. And I encouraged Ryan to learn from Uncle Wayne. Because it doesn't really matter if there is only 1 person attends your funeral. You are dead after all. Following Uncle Wayne rocks. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobESkkJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oDUOrqHe7EU/s1600-h/P1020455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobESkkJ6RI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oDUOrqHe7EU/s400/P1020455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195429017905426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the night scenery across the windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobETAxVCtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/m4417-mOhfY/s1600-h/P1020454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobETAxVCtI/AAAAAAAAAuA/m4417-mOhfY/s400/P1020454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195436589353682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joey!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobESBpLs1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/kY8DtfrJNU4/s1600-h/P1020474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobESBpLs1I/AAAAAAAAAtw/kY8DtfrJNU4/s400/P1020474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195419643753298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thumbs up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobERv2QoQI/AAAAAAAAAto/9FjcWtflnmc/s1600-h/P1020480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobERv2QoQI/AAAAAAAAAto/9FjcWtflnmc/s400/P1020480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195414866764034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;group pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobERcfP6PI/AAAAAAAAAtg/chJIjFFa-eQ/s1600-h/P1020482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobERcfP6PI/AAAAAAAAAtg/chJIjFFa-eQ/s400/P1020482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195409669974258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she ain't feeding me, just showing off her food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD-qGDcMI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7CIYoudMiTM/s1600-h/P1020518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD-qGDcMI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7CIYoudMiTM/s400/P1020518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195086904881346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit happens when joey is around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD-f5_0rI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JlMTD8vq-TE/s1600-h/P1020550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD-f5_0rI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/JlMTD8vq-TE/s400/P1020550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195084169958066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD906wr6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/AtCFeANEwUA/s1600-h/P1020551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD906wr6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/AtCFeANEwUA/s400/P1020551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195072630435746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA9EHuccI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1376eMqUsPE/s1600-h/P1020553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA9EHuccI/AAAAAAAAAsw/1376eMqUsPE/s400/P1020553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191760996594114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD9fAQXnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mb_fsPAixAY/s1600-h/P1020552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD9fAQXnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/mb_fsPAixAY/s400/P1020552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195066747903602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know what's with the signs but Yann has been showing it for X times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA86bWI9I/AAAAAAAAAso/bwoPn57zoFw/s1600-h/P1020588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA86bWI9I/AAAAAAAAAso/bwoPn57zoFw/s400/P1020588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191758394532818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriend ain't gonna like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD8-WeMII/AAAAAAAAAs4/TBqzCY9y9dQ/s1600-h/P1020594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobD8-WeMII/AAAAAAAAAs4/TBqzCY9y9dQ/s400/P1020594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195057982713986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the innocent kahwei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA8H1K66I/AAAAAAAAAsY/cKEo6pf0Lmk/s1600-h/P1020635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA8H1K66I/AAAAAAAAAsY/cKEo6pf0Lmk/s400/P1020635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191744812641186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orphan needs some care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA7oEX7HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/s4jceRuSvDU/s1600-h/P1020658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobA7oEX7HI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/s4jceRuSvDU/s400/P1020658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191736286473330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahwei said, "remaja masa kini."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobFlrAw8WI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/VxNPBkPXhio/s1600-h/Ghost-of-Girlfriends-Past-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobFlrAw8WI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/VxNPBkPXhio/s400/Ghost-of-Girlfriends-Past-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370196856677658978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobFlXrTR6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/e6zbc8rKL_s/s1600-h/2009_ghost_of_girlfriends_past_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobFlXrTR6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/e6zbc8rKL_s/s400/2009_ghost_of_girlfriends_past_016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370196851487360930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet uncle Wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 14th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arranged a futsal match for friends. Due to Fangkai's desperation, I had to make it on. LoL. Been texting many people for it and finally found some. p/s Fangkai you owe me a Coconut drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never good at sports. My dad once teased me, "why are you so into football? (saw me reading articles and playing football games) you are into football but you can't play football also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. True. I don't know why. But I do like to play futsal nowadays. Hope I can improve. Well, I guess I did. Apart from the skills and technique, I think I improve a little. Not much, but just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangkai said I improve. Which means the last time I played with him, I actually looked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Boon said he likes my body technique but just have to put in mind not to overdo it. Sometimes it annoyed some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrick once told me, "If no one passes you the ball, go and get it yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. I had always put this in mind. Because I am not one of the good players on the pitch, I had to work my way hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After futsal, Garrick forced me to watch movie. We watch District 9. And my wallet is officially empty. Not a cent left. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobMx5XxyJI/AAAAAAAAAug/Bcdi_6vb1jw/s1600-h/district9poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobMx5XxyJI/AAAAAAAAAug/Bcdi_6vb1jw/s400/district9poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370204763272104082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 15th August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stayed at home. Had a good sleep til 12 noon. Watched Donnie Darko. Weird but it's nice.  Girlfriend had tuition with sister at home. Never see her in 2 weeks. :/ Still as gorgeous as always. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nap again til 8pm. I went on to do research on what laptop to buy. Was considering whether style over specs. Read on some photography tips. A good way to learn is actually taking the camera out and try some shots. Trial and error do helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobOs_eRvpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/TBOJRfczE44/s1600-h/donnie_darko_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobOs_eRvpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/TBOJRfczE44/s400/donnie_darko_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370206878033886866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1st match of Premier League and Chelsea won it at home. Last minute goal by Didi Drogba to secure a 2-1 win over Hull City. Ah Drogba, my new idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobOsEWZcEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wC9VPIt6rPs/s1600-h/chelsea19_350x475_867851a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SobOsEWZcEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wC9VPIt6rPs/s400/chelsea19_350x475_867851a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370206862163144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*this post took me 2 days to finish. LoL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7474903869154954986?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7474903869154954986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie-update-of-recent-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7474903869154954986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7474903869154954986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie-update-of-recent-happenings.html' title='A quickie update of recent happenings'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SoV3hmRKn8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/jFfYvWgFwnc/s72-c/P1020220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8015714139678087934</id><published>2009-08-08T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:01:43.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, sort of. My happening days actually started right around Friday 4pm. Was sleeping for the whole morning. LoL. Watched GI Joe. It was absolutely amazingly fantastic. It's been awhile since I watched some action-packed movies. This is really worth my RM12. Because Sienna Miller is so hot.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2deExFPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4Rrr82nL9GE/s1600-h/gijoeposters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2deExFPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4Rrr82nL9GE/s400/gijoeposters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619470896742066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Ben's birthday. Meet some new friends. Had dinner at Italiannies. Didn't expect to be there but luckily brought enough money. Went to pool after that. Damn. I haven't study for my last paper- MPW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2ddjhfOoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/G_BZBMWWLB0/s1600-h/Copy+of+6454_111625239666_555879666_2227473_5767124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2ddjhfOoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/G_BZBMWWLB0/s400/Copy+of+6454_111625239666_555879666_2227473_5767124_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619461972966018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignore the fella with the weird posture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2den9FRbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1SNNPrEpD3Y/s1600-h/IMAG0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2den9FRbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1SNNPrEpD3Y/s400/IMAG0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619480342316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is new friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got home quite late. Studied for awhile. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got to college this morning. Something quite embarrassing happened. I mean, not really. Cafeteria was full somehow. I saw a table with a bag and just sat there. A girl came. Along with one of her friends, and another friend. They were like, "who's this?" The girl said,"Nothing la, just tumpang table only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three girls were talking and I was sitting right at the end. Sipping my hot milo slowly. And walked away after that (without realising I was carrying the wrong water bottle). Well, screw it. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the 3 hours paper early. Someone was late for the paper. Yes. BoonHan was just in time. Paper starts at 8am he reached at 9am. And we all just had this unplanned plan. Went to send Liwei off at airport. Fortunately we made it in time. Thanks to Ryan and Boon. Both were car racing and competing all the way till KLIA. I won't say who wins but someone just won. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2de1OkvoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WAIUKPTE2Es/s1600-h/IMAG0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2de1OkvoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/WAIUKPTE2Es/s400/IMAG0221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619483905343106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We make it hard to say goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically it was like a road trip for us. Been in the car for at least 3 hours. Fangkai got bored I guess. It was supposed to be a guitar jamming session at Ryan's place. Poor Fangkai just sat there and played the laptop. 4 people (me, boon, ryan, fangkai) with 6 guitars! We were so high. Reached climax of the climax. Sang til crazy, play til crazy. Overall it was just damn so freaking fun. If only we were better. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2dzgCbE-I/AAAAAAAAAog/NO0NVRY4Yx4/s1600-h/P1020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2dzgCbE-I/AAAAAAAAAog/NO0NVRY4Yx4/s400/P1020168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619838994486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuner spoilt d. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2dzaNa3FI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KXMwwvE6f9M/s1600-h/P1020167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2dzaNa3FI/AAAAAAAAAoY/KXMwwvE6f9M/s400/P1020167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367619837429996626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fingers also play till rot d. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Holiday just started. Let the fun begins babeh! woohoo!! and yes, Sienna Miller is still hot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2gU3WcmpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CxAb-pp9rNM/s1600-h/gi_joe_poster_baroness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2gU3WcmpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CxAb-pp9rNM/s400/gi_joe_poster_baroness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367622611211426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's definitely hotter than Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2hPNfBVsI/AAAAAAAAAow/pdMl5xclANo/s1600-h/fat_celebs_brad_pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2hPNfBVsI/AAAAAAAAAow/pdMl5xclANo/s400/fat_celebs_brad_pitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367623613585381058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, do u still think i'm hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8015714139678087934?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8015714139678087934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-so-happening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8015714139678087934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8015714139678087934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-so-happening.html' title='It&apos;s so happening'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sn2deExFPrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4Rrr82nL9GE/s72-c/gijoeposters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4525446816600990668</id><published>2009-08-06T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:38:27.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been having good times these days. Watch dvd, online, sleep late, but sadly cant play game. Went for futsal today. Something terrible happened. For a first timer like me to experience such incident, it is rather scary. There was this guy collided with the goal keeper and so he fell. I was resting and watching him fall, then "bam", the sound of the knocking head. He was unconscious for awhile before having fits. His whole body was shaking. I think it is due to the brainshock and the nerves somehow got screwed up. Panic all of us. Trying to rescue him but don't know how. And so, other people from other courts ask us to let him bite on a cloth (so he won't swallow his tongue) .We all rested, he was still there for some time. And luckily he was ok then. Fuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friend ask me to work for 4 days. RM170 per day. A very good deal indeed but sadly I'm still having exam on Saturday. And the place is at Cyberjaya. It's freaking far. I rejected. Even though I need it badly. I need some cash to buy some stuff. RM680 can buy a lot of things ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got back home, saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnrOUW8whFI/AAAAAAAAAno/BaFbq0laHLY/s1600-h/P1020163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnrOUW8whFI/AAAAAAAAAno/BaFbq0laHLY/s400/P1020163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366828755118490706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Yunglo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the offer letter yet. Just a letter of notification. Good to have it so soon. Now all I need is to wait for 8-12 weeks for it to be processed. Off to watch another movie now. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4525446816600990668?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4525446816600990668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4525446816600990668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4525446816600990668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnrOUW8whFI/AAAAAAAAAno/BaFbq0laHLY/s72-c/P1020163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1071023494878516775</id><published>2009-08-06T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:23:03.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We always need to make choices, whether you like it or not. Just take this for example: you are having a lunch break with your friends and no one seems to be making any decisions, so, you have to make one. All you have to say is, "let's go to AC/ noodlestation/ forfor/ madamjoyce/ facetoface" and everyone will nod their heads. Because at times, we don't like to choose or hate making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm-N-iV_KI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ctWmY47li-k/s1600-h/owenfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm-N-iV_KI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ctWmY47li-k/s400/owenfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366529578323279010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pride of Oklahoma marching band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see a big formation of OU at the above picture? I've been all hyped up about going to OU. I've checked everything. In terms of the state, the university, and especially the sports team! Seems like the Sooners are pretty strong in American football, having 60,000 crowds every weekend for their home game. I'm so excited to go and experience all these. And it's glad to know that one of the rivals is University of Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Oklahoma became the first school to have a top winner in both basketball and football in the same year, 2009."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_M24ibfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cwf8HXj6lVU/s1600-h/200809_mbb_guide-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_M24ibfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/cwf8HXj6lVU/s400/200809_mbb_guide-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366530658600644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_Mf6CFPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/FNqGYZVh2uo/s1600-h/382629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_Mf6CFPI/AAAAAAAAAm4/FNqGYZVh2uo/s400/382629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366530652432897266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_Mg0qP6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/FSNPZdb_NVg/s1600-h/OU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_Mg0qP6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/FSNPZdb_NVg/s400/OU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366530652678799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MTU does have good hockey team as well. Having a snowhill that they owned, students actually can go for snowboarding and skiing. MTU is good for their engineering program and they are academic excellence. It's a total different thing with OU. MTU- up north, cold, snow. OU- south, not that cold, thunder/ hurricane zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_NASoKeI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qzCaL6vkMtg/s1600-h/RyanMarkhamMTU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm_NASoKeI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qzCaL6vkMtg/s400/RyanMarkhamMTU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366530661125990882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for now my first choice would be OU. I don't like the waiting. The wait of results. We all have been waiting for the offer letters from universities. Some universities take longer time to process, up to 3 months. Some maybe shorter, within weeks. Well, what if the offer letter of your second choice comes and knocks your door first? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OU, excel in business program as well as their athelic program.&lt;br /&gt;MTU, excel in engineering program, especially Environmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm76aqcyVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4XBs9aKeWoo/s1600-h/P1020160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm76aqcyVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/4XBs9aKeWoo/s400/P1020160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366527043252832594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice? It's just 2 to choose from, what's so difficult right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1071023494878516775?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1071023494878516775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1071023494878516775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1071023494878516775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Snm-N-iV_KI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ctWmY47li-k/s72-c/owenfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3504699949710236417</id><published>2009-08-05T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:22:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake my legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;because I have finished my exams! Well, sort of. Left Malaysian studies on Saturday. So I'm unofficially free. All 3 papers were not that good. Maybe can't get any A this semester. zzz. And I'm still figuring what to take for next semester! Seems like there's no subject for me to take anymore, I might need to withdraw from INTI and have a 4 months break. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I forgot to mention that I'm still a little sick. With cough and flu. Went to see doctor, took med and getting better I guess. Was in L3-MPH for philosophy papers. I was forced to wear mask because I was coughing a little seriously. And I had lots of tissues on my table. Luckily, I'm self-quarantined at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things to do for holiday? Tons of stuff. I shall began with my camera. hehehehe. Did a little experimenting. Have always wanted to do a focus-and-blur image. After watching some video tutorials, I tried it for some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnkWXGhYstI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5UBk2L0M0cc/s1600-h/P1020143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnkWXGhYstI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5UBk2L0M0cc/s400/P1020143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366345017132102354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus on the 'USB' sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnkWXZXVuKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9YZj9E43KpA/s1600-h/P1020146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnkWXZXVuKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/9YZj9E43KpA/s400/P1020146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366345022190237858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus on the head of the socket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will continue to explore my camera within these days. Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*somebody's still having exams. hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3504699949710236417?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3504699949710236417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/shake-my-legs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3504699949710236417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3504699949710236417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/shake-my-legs.html' title='Shake my legs'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnkWXGhYstI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5UBk2L0M0cc/s72-c/P1020143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7570857434286295391</id><published>2009-08-01T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:24:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnPe1fbZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/qiwAoHdIVLk/s1600-h/IMAG0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnPe1fbZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/qiwAoHdIVLk/s400/IMAG0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364876591679235986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a sleepless night. Even though i tried hard to sleep. Woke up and got my ass to college library. Had a look at my physics text. huhuhuhu... Seems hopeless. Looked through some reference books. Can't really help much. Spent the whole morning and couldn't get it done yet. Never mind i say to myself, "life is short, have fun and die as a happy man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnPe18qRNHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rvlZYViCLDc/s1600-h/IMAG0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnPe18qRNHI/AAAAAAAAAmI/rvlZYViCLDc/s400/IMAG0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364876599526241394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both MTU and OU had received my documents and financial statement. Good. Now I just need to wait for them, for the offer letters. huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having flu, and a little cough. Tough life to study. huhuhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7570857434286295391?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7570857434286295391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7570857434286295391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7570857434286295391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-saturday.html' title='Good Morning Saturday'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnPe1fbZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/qiwAoHdIVLk/s72-c/IMAG0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5786077626833641163</id><published>2009-08-01T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:33:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battleground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a series of long hours battle with my philosophy text/notes, I'm done! Finished all the chapters. Not fully prepared yet. But should be around 90% ready. Yes, it's 1am @ Saturday morning, approximately 1 more day to Finals, 7 more weeks of college life. Time passed so fast. Real damn fast. My preparation for exams? Well, 90% of philosophy, 50% of calculus and 0% of physics. Never mind then. Life is short, have fun and die as a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did ask what's the point of taking elective subjects. Besides wasting money, do u really gain more knowledge? Are you really going to use that? Well, I learn more in these elective subjects than science/math. At least our perspective of life and how we view things are different. Subjects like religion/philosophy/psychology really do help even though you can't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, study is one thing. Have fun is another thing. I came up with a very good statement lately, " screw the exams, you'll be having exams/tests/quiz for the following years. at least for 3-4 more years. enjoy your life and take every chances that you're given. friendship, love, hobbies, entertainment, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So what's my aim for this time? For the finals? I have no ideas. All B would be ok. I mean, I'll try to have fun in the process. Fun of "studying", in terms of study 2 hours, rest for 3 hours! LOL. I will try not to regret after getting the results. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is coming. 3 weeks long. I'm so gonna use it fully. Vacation with family, jamming with friends and so on. huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interests lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;1. Been practising everyday since Monday. At least half an hour. Tried tons of songs, try to improve myself, but got myself a slight blisters over fingers. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been checking ways to snap nice shots. Still exploring my camera. Will definitely use it during holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Try to get back my fitness. Hurt my back last week. Tried something different nowadays. Due to the stomach fats that I'm having which I'm so unsatisfied with it, been running on the treadmills for 30 minutes for 2 days. Will push myself for a 35 minutes run soon. Found out that stomach fats is the hardest to burn. Need at least 40-60 minutes for 6 days per week of running. Found new motivation, songs from Hey Monday and Paramore just keep me running for 30 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnMqgSIiHnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ivxYETXmCwY/s1600-h/Hey%2BMonday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnMqgSIiHnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ivxYETXmCwY/s400/Hey%2BMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364678315240201842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnMqsOs2u2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/fgJh1JfLDcI/s1600-h/3210_con_Paramore3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnMqsOs2u2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/fgJh1JfLDcI/s400/3210_con_Paramore3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364678520477236066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5786077626833641163?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5786077626833641163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/battleground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5786077626833641163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5786077626833641163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/08/battleground.html' title='Battleground'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SnMqgSIiHnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ivxYETXmCwY/s72-c/Hey%2BMonday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2591978307864087901</id><published>2009-07-26T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:33:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a belated birthday celebration with Loo and Chew(22/7). Went for steamboat. 30 over people were there. First ever birthday threesome! Thanks for the presents guys! I got a tshirt with "playboy trainee" printed on it, and a guitar tuner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnfZie9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0Osrhh2bYZI/s1600-h/5333_130694561257_806271257_3086405_1921268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnfZie9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0Osrhh2bYZI/s400/5333_130694561257_806271257_3086405_1921268_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433236316355538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Trio: YenLoo 19th, Me 20th, Chew 18th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnteEWII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/A94n9C8MhbE/s1600-h/5333_130694771257_806271257_3086441_1114373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnteEWII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/A94n9C8MhbE/s400/5333_130694771257_806271257_3086441_1114373_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433240093448322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm 20th! No more teenage years :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswsaBokvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/jvfg-z7Pm0g/s1600-h/5333_130694871257_806271257_3086457_3435488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswsaBokvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/jvfg-z7Pm0g/s400/5333_130694871257_806271257_3086457_3435488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433320773260018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswmMsOOSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zcxGyjf2Njs/s1600-h/5333_130694901257_806271257_3086463_5398070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswmMsOOSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zcxGyjf2Njs/s400/5333_130694901257_806271257_3086463_5398070_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433214114576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was wondering what on earth is this electronic device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had finished my university application. Applied for both OU and MTU. Can't wait for the letter. Just hope that I can get into OU! Can't wait to be part of the Sooners, go to support their football and basketball team! And women soccer team as well. Maybe will travel down to Dallas, Texas during the weekend to watch the Dallas Mavericks (NBA) and FC Dallas (MLS)! It was not long ago only I found out that Dallas is in Texas. hahahaha. (because I was hoping to watch at least a game of NBA or MLS in US!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnOb0WII/AAAAAAAAAlA/fA7BoZLAIfg/s1600-h/dallas-mavericks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnOb0WII/AAAAAAAAAlA/fA7BoZLAIfg/s400/dallas-mavericks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433231762512002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswmvhuuPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/aT5KNXkEk_k/s1600-h/0413fcdsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswmvhuuPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/aT5KNXkEk_k/s400/0413fcdsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433223465810162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I might as well support FC Dallas! And Mavericks for NBA. Because that would be the nearest  state/city for me to travel. I always thought the NBA/MLS is available only in the Western and Eastern states but it seems to me that I can go and witness one of the greatest game on earth soon - NBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I feel that OU is my first choice and it's where I want to be. I have this feeling that is gonna be my university! I'm so excited that I even check on the merchandise already! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Smsy8kMmJNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/cSoP5i30XdA/s1600-h/FF_167346_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Smsy8kMmJNI/AAAAAAAAAlg/cSoP5i30XdA/s400/FF_167346_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435797404755154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The american football team jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmszQmESfUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mwLeBaZvN1Q/s1600-h/FF_247160_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmszQmESfUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mwLeBaZvN1Q/s400/FF_247160_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436141504167234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The baseball team jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'll be taking only 1 subject next semester! 8 hours classes per week! I'm gonna have fun to the max! And study as well to score a good grade to put a good ending to my INTI COLLEGE life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2591978307864087901?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2591978307864087901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2591978307864087901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2591978307864087901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmswnfZie9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0Osrhh2bYZI/s72-c/5333_130694561257_806271257_3086405_1921268_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1424624108419794331</id><published>2009-07-21T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:09:38.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of confusion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so confused. I don't know of what. I think a lot lately. Somehow I don't feel like growing up. Guess what they said about men is true. We never grow up. There's always this little boyhood-mind inside of us? Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 20, I feel a little old. Life goes on. I don't want to think about working. Yet. What I'm trying to do now is to enjoy. Cherish your youth. Well, I'm no longer a youth. Cherish your younger times. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that my guitar chords are still working good. Except for that F chords which I can never play somehow. Thanks to both of my guitars. SIgh. The strings are like freaking hard. BoonHan almost broke his fingers. LOL. We had a jamming session on Sunday afternoon. Played and sing like nobody's business. Hope we can find some time and join forces with Ryan and Chew. And we'll definitely sing M2M's pretty boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1424624108419794331?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1424624108419794331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1424624108419794331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1424624108419794331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-confusion.html' title='State of confusion?'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-359378677615238839</id><published>2009-07-19T13:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:29:19.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here am I in Starbucks blogging again. Was supposed to study. Well, at least get my physics done in the noon. But my itchy hands and sleepy eyes allowed me to start surfing and blogging. Not a very good choice Mr Emmanuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was kinda lazy to blog. Too many things happened in the past few days. I'll just summarize what happened then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystical Illusion promo vid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list would be the video. For those who didn't know, it was a very last minute work from Joshan, for Intiball. Of course I got the benefit which is getting a 50% discount of my ticket. Work for almost a day to finish up the whole video. We start from nothing and successfully made it a 5 minutes Intiball Promo vid. Fangkai was the one who did the opening "Magical/Illusion" part whereas I'll finish up the video with a "masquerade ball" setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intiball 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGVMyMM5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x7cJnFsqWKM/s1600-h/P1010974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGVMyMM5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x7cJnFsqWKM/s400/P1010974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360064574035604370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to wear is not easy. I am very choosy and picky and always wanna look good on events. Even though I spent quite a big sum of money(unintentionally  got myself 3 shirts) getting dressed up, but still, it is cheaper than those who got themselves a tux/blazer/suit. And overall, I feel very comfortable of what I wear. Because I like to be different than the others. (that's one of the reason why I'm not putting a black/white theme) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIGP8uiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DqIY1l9H6Zk/s1600-h/P1010643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIGP8uiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DqIY1l9H6Zk/s400/P1010643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360062149919816226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i need a full length mirror in my room lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking for the vest everywhere in pyramid. Ended up getting in a so called "lala" shop. But I think it's not bad, looks classy, price cheap. And I'm not wearing for the nomination of best dressed or whatsoever, I wear for what I think I look the best. Need to clarify that first. But sadly BoonHan said I looked like a photographer. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIZ8eUeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZuSyRm3Pt-A/s1600-h/P1010644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIZ8eUeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZuSyRm3Pt-A/s400/P1010644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360062155206840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first driver of the evening. waited for him almost 1 hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIhB41SI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vGR8S_n8JTY/s1600-h/P1010648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEIhB41SI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vGR8S_n8JTY/s400/P1010648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360062157108598050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ladies looked pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEI1UW6wI/AAAAAAAAAho/N1Mw-ur51rs/s1600-h/P1010652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEI1UW6wI/AAAAAAAAAho/N1Mw-ur51rs/s400/P1010652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360062162554776322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yann looked pretty also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking bout the event itself is rather sad. I missed the chance of taking pictures with lecturers, and, almost missed the chance of our video premiere. We were late. OR should I say we reached just in time? Also, the MC was annoying. I just can't stand his voice somehow. And the programs, sadly did not attract me much. I think most of us just paid that RM90 for photoshooting sessions with friends. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEJJ7VN2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/WRbvaOk_iwc/s1600-h/P1010666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLEJJ7VN2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/WRbvaOk_iwc/s400/P1010666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360062168086951778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guys with vests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGU3OCRQI/AAAAAAAAAio/WpM4iDAwLUo/s1600-h/P1010931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGU3OCRQI/AAAAAAAAAio/WpM4iDAwLUo/s400/P1010931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360064568246813954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ryan with his luxurious suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLDRdbHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dFCauptPLdY/s1600-h/P1010678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLDRdbHI/AAAAAAAAAh4/dFCauptPLdY/s400/P1010678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063300172082290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in case u don't know how a pimp looks like, see BoonHan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLVs5wII/AAAAAAAAAiA/FgDz5NxwrTU/s1600-h/P1010745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLVs5wII/AAAAAAAAAiA/FgDz5NxwrTU/s400/P1010745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063305119023234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i spotted her across!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLus__UI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HGiT7m1o340/s1600-h/P1010815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLus__UI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HGiT7m1o340/s400/P1010815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063311830318402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before she was crowned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLyNGMcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/R8tjTqAUzjI/s1600-h/P1010859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFLyNGMcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/R8tjTqAUzjI/s400/P1010859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063312770249154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and after she was crowned! we voted u carissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prom queen: Carissa Gan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFL04gm0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/0eAC2HcKJmk/s1600-h/P1010918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLFL04gm0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/0eAC2HcKJmk/s400/P1010918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360063313489206082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGV9C0S8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/F6aTAIlg1mg/s1600-h/P1010984a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGV9C0S8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/F6aTAIlg1mg/s400/P1010984a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360064586990242754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daryl's BumbleBee who got me home safely. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGVetLhMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sODpOUULSew/s1600-h/P1010981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGVetLhMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sODpOUULSew/s400/P1010981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360064578846426306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Got back home very late. The clock showed 4 a.m. when I wanted to sleep. Yes, I did not go clubbing, but to mamak for supper. Happy Birthday I said to myself. Zzz . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-07-2009 is the day where Man Utd played against Malaysia XI. I sold my ticket few days ago. I don't see the point of going there and waited a few hot hours and get flooded in the crowds. Once in a lifetime seeing them play in Malaysia for a cheap RM98? No thanks. My birthday worth more than that RM98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing was that I don't get to celebrate with my friends. Wanted to have a dinner with them initially but somehow no one is free so we cancelled it. Promised myself to study at night but, it's just a say, action- none. Thanks to those who wished me earlier that Friday night. Those buggers sing me song in the ballroom itself. It's embarrassing though. Got a group hug and a kicked on my balls from BoonHan. THANK YOU VERY MUCH BUT I HAVE BALLS OF STEEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthday wishes, there's some very special and memorable one. Even though bunch of friends wished me in Facebook but I only remember those who say some things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy Birthday! I'm the first to wish you!" -RyanYeo&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy birthday bro! Don eat to much cake k. Later u must go gym everyday and 8 hours a day for 1 month. Haha." -Ben&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy Bday bro.. To many more years of Fifa-ing! cheers B-)" -PaulIssac&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... I send u a bday wish on 0718 0718pm.. All de bez 2 u.. N b happy owayz although u r getting old XD" -KaYee&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Emma happy birthday! u old liao. XD haha.. this is a specal gift for u 'Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid, do not be terrified. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. Joshua 1:9' God Bless you!" -Lyn&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy Birthday" -YannHuoy (at 11.5Xpm, the last to wish)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last but not least, a handmade card from girlfriend. Details cant be given out of course. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost 10 hours with girlfriend. She woke me up from my sleep at 9a.m. We went to watch HarryPotter. The whole point of the movie is just Professor Snape saying,"I'm the half blood prince."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJAlG0b1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/mf5WF6mQevc/s1600-h/P1010990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJAlG0b1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/mf5WF6mQevc/s400/P1010990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360067518322208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJBc5kyiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-FoDa3dCy6w/s1600-h/P1020035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJBc5kyiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-FoDa3dCy6w/s400/P1020035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360067533299042850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJBFlz2CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5-BXkoYoVSw/s1600-h/P1020029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJBFlz2CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5-BXkoYoVSw/s400/P1020029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360067527042127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJpjntM8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/s7hT7kJL5WM/s1600-h/P1020008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJpjntM8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/s7hT7kJL5WM/s400/P1020008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360068222297912258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLKOkO1SjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/UlUrWKaN-MM/s1600-h/P1010995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLKOkO1SjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/UlUrWKaN-MM/s400/P1010995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360068858117179954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to YogurBerry and took some shots. And some in the car as well. She got home by 7ish. Spent the whole night for what I also cant remember. Online. Upload tons of pictures. That's all. Somebody asked me, "What are you doing online in your birthday night? You should out partying!" Well, what can I say. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJqCaIUNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OImww0P7UYQ/s1600-h/P1020060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJqCaIUNI/AAAAAAAAAkA/OImww0P7UYQ/s400/P1020060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360068230562468050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJp36FbKI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cUcgVTUO3uI/s1600-h/P1020049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLJp36FbKI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cUcgVTUO3uI/s400/P1020049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360068227743706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's jealous that I spend too much time with friends. But I did give her the best day for both of us. We did not go out for quite some time. I enjoyed my birthday! It could have been better if there's some celebration with friends at night though. DAmn you, Man Utd. Malaysia Boleh!! Thank you Yahya for scoring 2 goals against ManUtd! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, before signing off, my present gifts were a watch from parents (few days earlier, was surprised to get it), and a shoebag(desperately in need for training shoes, thanks girlf!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-359378677615238839?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/359378677615238839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/359378677615238839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/359378677615238839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SmLGVMyMM5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x7cJnFsqWKM/s72-c/P1010974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8445863929914463201</id><published>2009-07-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:15:08.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been working hard lately. Not on studies but it's just some college project/event. I know how soon is my finals. But yet, this passion and attitude of myself getting at least something done or achieve something in college life just drive me all the way to work hard in these projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's great to know that you are recognized for what you do at best. Like what I said in my older post, I think I'm still doing quite ok in video editing. So, when I'm given the opportunity to do it once again for a very important event - Intiball- I just somehow couldn't resist the temptation of dragging clips and audios in my windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a very last minute work asked to do. I was still considering whether I'm capable of doing it in short time. 3 days. Of course I couldn't do it myself. Which reminds me of how limited our capabilities are. I asked FangKai to help out and there it goes, I live a FangKai life for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We stayed, we ate, we edited for a 7 hours long marathon, and we slept together. It was a hell hard work to do. Is it worth? I asked him. Well, let's just take it as an interest . And that we both actually helped out in Intiball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Intiball is tommorow! Oh my. . . I just hope that our video clip doesn't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the feeling of self satisfaction that makes me want to do the video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8445863929914463201?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8445863929914463201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8445863929914463201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8445863929914463201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-hard.html' title='Work Hard!'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6387723328309240484</id><published>2009-07-09T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:47:59.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My philosophy results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been waiting for this results like forever. I studied 2 chapters (out of 4 chapters which were coming out). The test was still OK. I managed to finish it. And finally Mr Eric uploaded our marks( after 2 weeks?) but through an excel file. I downloaded the file and have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's only our ID and marks. And the first person on the list got 40. The whole page is just full of numbers. I don't even know what was the full marks. For a second, I thought I got 29. Because I saw "59" in the ID. I was stunned. For a moment. And only found out that it wasn't me. I checked properly, I got 38. I couldn't remember what's the total marks of the paper. All I know is that, "who else got higher than me?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 students scored 40; 1 scored 41. Our class has 46 students. And I realized that it's a total of 50 marks. It's not very good for me to get 38/50. But consider that I just studied 2 chapters, hehehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's still feel good. Because I'm in top 5. Kinda proud. So, I checked online for the ID in the "my classmates" section. As I expected, these 4 people are exactly those who scored high marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was mumbling and complaining about how people like Kee, Kahxin and Khaivenn were studying. And I was having meeting. (A bit kiasuness). BoonHan said to me, "you're not competing with others. So what if you get A? Next time I earn a lot and drive nice cars and you get your A so what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True. As long as I did my best. I'm happy already. I learned that the the only reason behind getting highest mark is to show off. Well, kinda. When people ask you about your score, you can proudly to say that, "I got X". Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6387723328309240484?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6387723328309240484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-philosophy-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6387723328309240484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6387723328309240484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-philosophy-results.html' title='My philosophy results'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6549829153489312676</id><published>2009-07-08T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:33:24.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though sometimes there are things that I couldn't do it very well. (Just like sports, it seems like my dad never pass down his athletic genes to me. He was a basketball player for school team. He did long jump, and high jump. He played pool, and basketball with the Canadians years back then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm more techno savvy than him. hahahaha. I still yet to discover what is my special genes. We creationist believe that humans are created for a purpose. I have a purpose but still yet to see it. There shall be signs and I hope that I could carry on and fulfill the destiny ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm good at: Talking(I think so). Thanks to dad. IF any of you think that I talk too much sometimes(to a point where I could somehow get sore throat), then I have to tell you that my dad talks more than me. Yes, don't imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubt myself. I never doubt how far I can go or how high I can fly because I believe in myself. The road ahead might be too blur for me but He who holds me will get me through. It's just by a simple child-like faith. I have some thoughts lately, "What if I never succeed in what I'm about to do? What if I am not capable of becoming an engineer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these thoughts shouldn't be in my mind anymore. Thanks to my physics result. Damn. Why can't I just do good in both tests? I have this weird thing going on: To score lower in the 1st test; Score higher in the 2nd test. It's always like this since last semester. Guess what JayHong told me is true: not to worry, you sure score in 2nd test... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHY211: Test 1 (28/40) Test 2 (32.5/40)&lt;br /&gt;PHY212: Test 1 (25/40) Test 2 (36.5/40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's always one month before the finals that I'll feel more motivated to study. What happens to that 2 months back? I was enjoying. And still enjoying a little now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, what this post is all about? I don't know. Abilities? Maybe. Try to think of this, what are you good at? What is your strength, and weakness? If you're yet to discover your strength, welcome and join me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was watching movie a moment ago, I thought of something. I think I'm good at editing videos. Becoming a movie director was once a dream but it's all down to hobby/interest now. It's great to know that Mr Jafni had confirmed with us: our video will be shown in the exhibition! Even though he says that it's not logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our video is nonsense and not logic. We got some points there but mostly are jokes and dumb stuffs. I mean cool dumb stuffs. That's the whole point isn't it? To have fun. I had fun. My philosophy upon this issue of not logic video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To make a nonsense and not logic video is harder than a logic one. It's the same theory of getting 0 is actually harder than getting 100 in exams." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that I known of scoring a flat 0: None&lt;br /&gt;People that I known of scoring a flat 100: KuahKaYee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistic did show that getting 0 is harder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6549829153489312676?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6549829153489312676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-though-sometimes-there-are-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6549829153489312676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6549829153489312676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-though-sometimes-there-are-things.html' title='Abilities'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6796591515658433803</id><published>2009-07-07T21:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:15:29.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;take a night off. Well, not really 100% off. Still got to study a few pages of Philosophy text before I sleep. Few moments ago, I was stuck in between the choices of whether taking a night off OR to study. Comments on Facebook suggested that I should instead get a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so damn excited. "Shocked" should be the word instead? I had my Physics test today. I know I must not screw up if not I'll be so screwed. Get what I mean? My target was to at least pass by getting a 20/40 (my last test was 25/40). Then, I really wanted to have something like 30 and above. So when I checked my result just now, Oh my G...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 36.5/40! Yes! No need to drop my Physics already. LOL. Was so excited. So high. So unbelievable!! Thank GOd!!! Somehow I just.. scored??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Last week Kaka' signed for Real Madrid, he's worth £59 million. The stadium had 50,000 of fans chanting his name. He wore No.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNetemHXVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/djh8rx_hP4o/s1600-h/kaka_682x400_837533a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNetemHXVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/djh8rx_hP4o/s400/kaka_682x400_837533a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728517273705810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ronaldo officially signed for Real Madrid, he broke the world transfer record. He is worth £80 million. He attracted a crowd of 80,000. He wore No.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNet9HhJRI/AAAAAAAAAgA/S7bnngEiHIM/s1600-h/01_ron3_666x450_840235a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNet9HhJRI/AAAAAAAAAgA/S7bnngEiHIM/s400/01_ron3_666x450_840235a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728525466871058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNesmcl4VI/AAAAAAAAAfg/W4YEfy__uSg/s1600-h/90_ron_682x400_840365a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNesmcl4VI/AAAAAAAAAfg/W4YEfy__uSg/s400/90_ron_682x400_840365a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728502201377106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You're the new million dollar man now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new these days? We bunch of fools (and friends) decided to have a team jersey. For futsal, and for outing. We've chosen this black blue Nike for Boys shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-6GWeDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8sZUaaQd-ZM/s1600-h/Image712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-6GWeDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8sZUaaQd-ZM/s400/Image712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355733214760958002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys and girls feel free to try it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Then we had a photoshooting session (last week) for the Inti Amazing Race: Trazzle II. It's coming soon! (This Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi_Mq-ijI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VHu3IVELyiA/s1600-h/5179_122354223274_734133274_2990310_886332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi_Mq-ijI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VHu3IVELyiA/s400/5179_122354223274_734133274_2990310_886332_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355733219746417202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trazzle II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-vfGPkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JwPuTNTO-cg/s1600-h/5733_123356591257_806271257_2938064_809195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-vfGPkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JwPuTNTO-cg/s400/5733_123356591257_806271257_2938064_809195_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355733211911962178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-MPWSmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8GclV1I5XNc/s1600-h/5733_123356596257_806271257_2938065_1080785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-MPWSmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8GclV1I5XNc/s400/5733_123356596257_806271257_2938065_1080785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355733202450664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-SfBXDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/q1jVm3WHI4g/s1600-h/5733_123356611257_806271257_2938068_5426080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNi-SfBXDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/q1jVm3WHI4g/s400/5733_123356611257_806271257_2938068_5426080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355733204127013938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some fun shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had salad for my dinner. Got to keep on some diet. Some healthy food. Stomach is getting bigger, dad is getting angrier. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNhQyJ4v5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/jTDGlepO7YU/s1600-h/IMAG0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNhQyJ4v5I/AAAAAAAAAgY/jTDGlepO7YU/s400/IMAG0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355731322842693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried out this Nowitzki Basketball Jersey!! I liked it. But mum said no. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNg5cxw4qI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WvN5CVtAlHs/s1600-h/IMAG0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNg5cxw4qI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WvN5CVtAlHs/s400/IMAG0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355730921967379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive me for my poor camwhore skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNhRPu8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/U0WTtOmI-fY/s1600-h/IMAG0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNhRPu8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAgg/U0WTtOmI-fY/s400/IMAG0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355731330782750018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's been too long since i last took one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know what's the feeling when you want to buy a new handphone? You don't know which brand to choose,or what model you like. So I quickly make up my mind before I change it. Just like how I got my camera. Now that's what I'm gonna do to get the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNetQfKS7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/DM2U5Pt3F8o/s1600-h/49749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNetQfKS7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/DM2U5Pt3F8o/s400/49749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728513486441394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my red riding hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNes2Sz7vI/AAAAAAAAAfo/DTZ2Vs1oknM/s1600-h/49745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNes2Sz7vI/AAAAAAAAAfo/DTZ2Vs1oknM/s400/49745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728506455322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean, red shining dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6796591515658433803?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6796591515658433803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-decided-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6796591515658433803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6796591515658433803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-decided-to.html' title='I decided to'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SlNetemHXVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/djh8rx_hP4o/s72-c/kaka_682x400_837533a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1951732430896628822</id><published>2009-07-02T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:45:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you watched LOST? Have you even heard about what was the story all about? For those that don't know well enough, it's about a plane crashed into an island where these people are fighting to survive. But, all of them are actually destined to be in that island. And somehow numbers just bring them together. There's this series of numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I don't know whether the numbers are part of the reasons they're being stuck there. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkzTKoN56sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XctcbVECNVs/s1600-h/Highway_59.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkzTKoN56sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XctcbVECNVs/s320/Highway_59.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353886236584569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I have this so-called special number 59 which appears in my life for the past few years? Not until I noticed it some time ago and came out with a thought that has a WOW effect on me. OK, let's us analyze this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;XXXXXXXX59XX my ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;JXXXXXX59 my INTI student ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;59 is where I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Let's bring in one person, Fangkai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We met at 5/5/2008. And so, we ended our very first college week at 9/5/2008(Friday). In the US date system, it is written in 5-9-2008. Saw that? 59&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;XXXXXXXXXX59, his ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I choose no.5 for my jersey and coincidentally he chooses no.9 which together it's 59 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It sounded gay. So, let's bring in Kahwei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;JXXXXXX62, his INTI ID &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Together with my INTI ID, we produced FangKai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;XXXXXXXX6259, Fangkai's ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It sounded so much more gay now. LOL. I see number 59 everywhere . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why 3 of us hang out so often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkzVlX4c6yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EAOrT4wjraY/s1600-h/1_767695004l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkzVlX4c6yI/AAAAAAAAAfY/EAOrT4wjraY/s400/1_767695004l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353888895079344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we were a little younger then... (year 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1951732430896628822?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1951732430896628822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1951732430896628822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1951732430896628822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkzTKoN56sI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XctcbVECNVs/s72-c/Highway_59.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5102409745764015698</id><published>2009-06-30T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:59:48.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I'm still mourning over Jacko's death. It's too sudden. Well, I'm still following his news since that day. I think he did not even expect he'll leave so soon. There's some pictures of him rehearsing 48 hours ago before his death and what would have been the Greatest Comeback ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SknuoejeAOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ewj-ggRElgc/s1600-h/SNN3001Y_682_835295a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SknuoejeAOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ewj-ggRElgc/s400/SNN3001Y_682_835295a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353072011270553826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sknuop8mcZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zrtWhRV8p3s/s1600-h/SNN3004B_682_835381a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sknuop8mcZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/zrtWhRV8p3s/s400/SNN3004B_682_835381a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353072014328754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might never even watch how he danced before. Trust me, spend some of your time and watch the below video. Then you'll know why he deserved to be crowned "King of Pop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="3500" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKBLxh3u0tM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKBLxh3u0tM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*my sister did not get chosen for NS! Damn . . . :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5102409745764015698?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5102409745764015698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/mourn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5102409745764015698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5102409745764015698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/mourn.html' title='Mourn'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SknuoejeAOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ewj-ggRElgc/s72-c/SNN3001Y_682_835295a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3694048931877267576</id><published>2009-06-28T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:28:42.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New kits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the premier league, each team will have to launch a new kit once in every 2 years. The time has come and this is the time where we as fans can actually comment on our own team or laugh at others'. This year, I have to say that Chelsea home kit is one of the not-very-good looking kit in the history ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The players have breast now. Look at the plate in front of the chest. Oh dear. What have Adidas done to the team? But look at the bright side, they do look like warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwR87ZY6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XQLEDPJ-B0I/s1600-h/100_kit_682x400_793535a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwR87ZY6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XQLEDPJ-B0I/s400/100_kit_682x400_793535a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229398380110754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home kit sucks. But not quite with the away kit. Just saw it over the website. I'll consider myself buying it. It somehow look quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwR4X0dgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9-lPISDJ5xk/s1600-h/chelseanew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwR4X0dgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9-lPISDJ5xk/s400/chelseanew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229397157148162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwSHj_utI/AAAAAAAAAew/h1IcetHg8ls/s1600-h/chelseaterry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwSHj_utI/AAAAAAAAAew/h1IcetHg8ls/s400/chelseaterry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229401234750162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'm about to make the decision, I saw the leaked away jersey. It should look like this, white with stripes. If it is so, I'll get this instead of the previous one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwScoXGAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6RmiWdQhI4g/s1600-h/chelsea-09-10-away-adidas-shirt-leaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwScoXGAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6RmiWdQhI4g/s400/chelsea-09-10-away-adidas-shirt-leaked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352229406890203138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea is off to L.A. again! Play against Inter and AC Milan along with Club America. Damn. The timing is so out. If I were in the US, I'd be going for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3694048931877267576?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3694048931877267576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3694048931877267576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3694048931877267576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kits.html' title='New kits'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkbwR87ZY6I/AAAAAAAAAeg/XQLEDPJ-B0I/s72-c/100_kit_682x400_793535a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5106091367800054141</id><published>2009-06-27T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:43:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A music legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was one of the finest artists ever. With his unique music, dance moves, and the forever cool-looking costumes, he was a legend. A true icon for the music world. Because of him, I believed that there was what you call a great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUEHaynDAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/B9HUon27R6U/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUEHaynDAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/B9HUon27R6U/s400/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351688257696893954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though I don't consider myself as a huge fan, but I dare to admit that I grow up with his music. I'm still a fan of his but not those crazy ones. For those that never listens to him, or even watch his moves, you should go youtube or google around instead. I remembered myself as a kid, playing his songs and concerts of what we called back then as VHS - video tape - in the tv, damn, he gave me goosebumps. The gloves, moonwalk, glasses, with the glittering costumes and some cool moves along his unique yet explodable voice, you'll be screaming. And now I know why the fans were crying over him shows after shows, because he was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUGZ3XA85I/AAAAAAAAAeI/HtqEI0jyW04/s1600-h/michael-jackson-no-longer-never.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUGZ3XA85I/AAAAAAAAAeI/HtqEI0jyW04/s400/michael-jackson-no-longer-never.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351690773626680210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before Justin Timberlake, there was already him. And before the Backstreet Boys, he was already rocking the world. No one yet still break his records for hitting over 100 million of copies album sold in 1982, and he has sold more than 750 million record worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just less than a month and he would be having what you call the century concert. But, it's unfortunately for all the fans to miss out his great comeback. He will be remembered as a true music legend for what the impact he has made in his 50 years of life. Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUHC2gqkgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WK6S1_mGJE8/s1600-h/michael-jackson-concert-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUHC2gqkgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WK6S1_mGJE8/s400/michael-jackson-concert-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351691477773357570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shall play this song for all those who visited my blog and I hope you can have a click and listen to the song entitled "You are not alone" by Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fssYqXC0dYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fssYqXC0dYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was actually aching and I was shocked that he passed away. It was still early when my mum told me. Well, at least he achieved some great things in his life. It's a sad day to lose a great singer like him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkWH09b3KwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VComnNqnzbI/s1600-h/P1000815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkWH09b3KwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/VComnNqnzbI/s400/P1000815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351833076114074370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the "King of Pop" in all of our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5106091367800054141?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5106091367800054141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5106091367800054141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5106091367800054141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/music-legend.html' title='A music legend'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkUEHaynDAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/B9HUon27R6U/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-374594778665152499</id><published>2009-06-25T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:43:55.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been trying so hard to get myself into studies these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying my life too much lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the dvds, online hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it doesn't really matter anymore.. All I wanna do is just let everything flows.. Sounds like a Daoist.. "We shall not interfere with the nature and we shall let it flows like water".. Haha.. At least I learned something in my REL200 class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, we wouldn't know what would happen ahead of us.. If it is so, just let it be.. My own philosophy tells me that, "No worries about H1N1.. Because if your time is up, it's up.. You might just walk out and someone knocks you down or the bridge falls on you.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot to mention KahWei's name in the previous post. Thanks for being the one who supports us from the back.. Without you, there would be no beginning and ending as well.. HAHAHA.. Because KahWei edited the starting and the ending part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-374594778665152499?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/374594778665152499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/374594778665152499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/374594778665152499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-hard.html' title='Trying hard'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-461721308147707790</id><published>2009-06-24T23:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:38:13.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's just 2 things in my mind besides studying. First, a good one, we've completed the production of our MPW2133 assignment entitled The Origin Story: Malacca. We even created a poster and a movie trailer as well. Kudos to Fangkai who helps to finish this cake with an extraordinary tasty icing on it. I have to take credit for myself as well. I'm the Audio Manager for this entire project. Well, sort of. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8PEklblcas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8PEklblcas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I watched Goal3 today. A big disappointment seriously. I've been waiting this movie for like what? 3 years? And all I have is just a bunch of silly drama. Damn. But I'm a little addicted to this new vampire love series that I've got myself: TrueBlood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkJTR2aVooI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bI3_8Q7GjTo/s1600-h/425px-Goal_iiidvdfull.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkJTR2aVooI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bI3_8Q7GjTo/s400/425px-Goal_iiidvdfull.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350930873398436482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkJTRRylJwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UBbZKDLv-34/s1600-h/trueblood_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkJTRRylJwI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UBbZKDLv-34/s400/trueblood_poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350930863568004866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My trainer said to me the other day, you have to enjoy and go everywhere at this age. True. Do everything that makes me happy because I know that at least 3 more years later, I would not have much time for this word called "Fun". All I have to do is to maintain a certain acceptable grades, while having fun by watching movies, playing games and cherish every moments that I have with all my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-461721308147707790?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/461721308147707790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/461721308147707790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/461721308147707790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SkJTR2aVooI/AAAAAAAAAdY/bI3_8Q7GjTo/s72-c/425px-Goal_iiidvdfull.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2202442697897617395</id><published>2009-06-22T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:22:51.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPW2133</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I shouldn't be blogging right now. But, I've got to express my feelings. I've got to say a million thank you to those that help us through our entire MPW assignment. Without you guys, we would not have done by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so satisfied right now. And proud of what we did throughout the assignment. Few hours of shooting, and few hours of hardcore-non stopping editing, it is finally done. Even though it's just the 3 of us (Me, Fangkai and Kahwei) in the group, but it was you guys that help us voluntarily make this happens. I hope that our video would be selected for the exhibition week and by then, all of us will have a chance to watch the premier! The title is as weird as the video but that's the point isn't it? To make it weird, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sj-uxEQjYdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sw0TdkSF4KE/s1600-h/MALACCA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sj-uxEQjYdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sw0TdkSF4KE/s400/MALACCA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350187040319431122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE ORIGIN STORY: MALACCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the sweats that we had. It is worth it. You bet. I can't wait to share the "success" with all of you guys! Really hope this video can get us some good grades! It's a bloody 30% worth of assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2202442697897617395?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2202442697897617395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/mpw2133.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2202442697897617395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2202442697897617395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/mpw2133.html' title='MPW2133'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sj-uxEQjYdI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sw0TdkSF4KE/s72-c/MALACCA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-7028986677851964084</id><published>2009-06-19T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:35:27.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The internet connection has been real slow today. I've been trying so long to log into my cramster account but it is still not working. Sadly the highest speed that my internet could go is only 55kb/s. That's how slow it is. One of my friends who came back from US for summer course told me that the internet connection in US is around 700kb/s. Can't imagine how fast it is? Well, try to take the example of downloading a song. In Malaysia, we actually try to wait for a few seconds for the songs to be downloaded finish (and we think it's already quite fast). But in the US, you double click the song and it is done. It's even faster than loading a web page. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest human invention? For me, it's Coca-cola!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sjuh41H_vGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-eJjRInVWrI/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sjuh41H_vGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-eJjRInVWrI/s400/coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349046980137958498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-7028986677851964084?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7028986677851964084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-connection-has-been-real-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7028986677851964084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/7028986677851964084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet-connection-has-been-real-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sjuh41H_vGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-eJjRInVWrI/s72-c/coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-450071833174643783</id><published>2009-06-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:32:52.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universities application</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These 2 weeks I'm gonna work on my application already. Too little time for too many things to be done, just as usual!! I have chapters of Philosophy to be read. And my Malaysian Studies video assignment along with the textbook (for upcoming midterm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just found out that the fees have increased for OU! From 26k to 34k per year. Still thinking whether to go there. Because Michigan Tech offers USD1.5k per year for students grade 3.0 and above. Which means I'll get USD3k scholarship for 2 years. Better than nothing. USD3k = RM10.5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more weeks and we shall see each other no more in classes already. It's just down to 20 weeks and our lives will change forever! Some will still be friends, seeing each other, staying with each other in the same dorm. For me, it's not quite the same I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-450071833174643783?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/450071833174643783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/universities-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/450071833174643783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/450071833174643783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/universities-application.html' title='Universities application'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2518483461447975562</id><published>2009-06-16T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:27:35.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know how does a nissan fairlady looks like. But too bad I don't know which BoonHan is referring to. haha. My knowledge about car is very shallow indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjdI1_u1fXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8T9qWGf8syc/s1600-h/2009-nissan-fairlady-z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjdI1_u1fXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8T9qWGf8syc/s400/2009-nissan-fairlady-z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347823175003897202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is this the one?? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, I can't wait for the pc fair. And get myself a super laptop. Oh ya, BoonHan got a blog. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2518483461447975562?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2518483461447975562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2518483461447975562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2518483461447975562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjdI1_u1fXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/8T9qWGf8syc/s72-c/2009-nissan-fairlady-z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4567504446388035531</id><published>2009-06-14T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:50:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when every time you open up your eyes, still breathing, you got to be grateful. I have been quite depressed lately. Along with some stress. And tired. Tired of assignments, studies, life. But when it comes to Sunday, I'll feel relax and never stop expecting something from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has been tough. I tried not to think too much about it. I've been searching for answers. Looking for solutions. Finding the peace. And when I expected something, I always get it. Always. (in terms of religion, not studies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't by chance when the scriptures in the Bible is shown or read to you. That's one of the way of God who answers prayers. I reached early in church. A bit moody. And tired (thanks to BoonHan for a one day trip, from Subang-&gt; Fangkai's house Bandar Utama-&gt; Kemuning Old Town with Thingyan-&gt; Subang-&gt; Klang with Chew&amp;amp;Ryan-&gt; Sunway-&gt; home 130am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Psalms 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-16083" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lift up my eyes to the hills—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where does my help come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16084" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; My help comes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;from the LORD&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;     the Maker of heaven and earth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16085" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He will not let your foot slip&lt;/span&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;     he who watches over you will not slumber; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16086" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; indeed, he who watches over Israel&lt;br /&gt;     will neither slumber nor sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16087" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The LORD watches over you&lt;/span&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;     the LORD is your shade at your right hand; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16088" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; the sun will not harm you by day,&lt;br /&gt;     nor the moon by night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16089" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; The LORD will keep you from all harm—&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he will watch over your life&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16090" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; the LORD &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;will watch over your coming and going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;       both now and forevermore&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what God has for me today. I highlighted those words in red because that's what I see. My answer. My solution. Tears ran down once. It's awesome. But still not quite convincing. God I want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we were worshiping, one of the leaders said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You may be in the desert, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking at the ground and only find one set of footprints,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but remember, it's not your footprints,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's Jesus who carries you and all your burdens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he will walk you through the desert." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Fine. God. I know how much you love me. But I'm not worth of all these... Tears, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the session began, Danny said to all of us, that God wants us to know His grace is enough for us. What is grace? Grace means no matter how you look, what you did, God will still love you for who you are. You don't need to change to be a good person only God can love you. Because He loves us just the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough. I don't doubt God anymore. Tears, thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds too religious. Yes. But that's because how I find peace in Him today. How are you gonna take away some stress when you tried and tried so many ways. Some people may ask, why read the Bible. Because when you seem to have reach the end of the road and there is no more answers, it answers the unanswerable questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, religion is personal; For some, it's a guide of life; For some, it's nothing; For me, it seems to be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you believe what you choose to believe, because we have free will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4567504446388035531?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4567504446388035531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyday-is-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4567504446388035531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4567504446388035531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyday-is-new-day.html' title='Everyday is a new day'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3008897592234829637</id><published>2009-06-13T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:54:50.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjL3rgZwjmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/liFOVX38CdI/s1600-h/teletubbies-sun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjL3rgZwjmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/liFOVX38CdI/s320/teletubbies-sun.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346608034446610018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I don't feel happy, I woke up very early. It's not what I wanted. I wanted to sleep more. Sleep like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck is hurting, shoulders are hurting as well. Mum woke up as early as I did and she drop me a bombshell, "Rachel got 113 for TOEFL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "I think those people who speak English at home usually score higher marks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it? But I don't care anymore.. I have too many things to do.. 3 more hours then I got to go college and finish up my MPW assignment (hopefully). And still my Philosophy assignment. No time to have fun already. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start applying for universities soon. I want to release stress but nothing seems to get that stress away. Not with playing games (give me more stress, reminds me of not doing my work). I don't know what to do. Maybe just some bitch talk with the guys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3008897592234829637?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3008897592234829637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3008897592234829637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3008897592234829637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-again.html' title='Good Morning, again..'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjL3rgZwjmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/liFOVX38CdI/s72-c/teletubbies-sun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6763528167931970329</id><published>2009-06-12T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:06:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good start doesn't always bring a good ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I had the best day ever. Well, at least that's what i think. It's a different Friday after all. Class was ok. A very funny yet stupid mistake made by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr Chan asked, "Anyone got problem? (referring to the exercises)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: "YannHuoy got problem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr Chan: "If YannHuoy got problem YannHuoy will ask me herself.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. So memalukan.. Can't blame her.. Must learn more from ThingYan already(good at blaming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class went to RedBox with some of my ex schoolmates. With girlfriend along. I think I did well in some of the songs. Had a kiss on my girlfriend's lips. Sweet. Sing some songs to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to futsal. A pass from the center to the left flank, and then a direct one-touch pass to the right, I was at the right and I hit a nice hard volley. It's a goal. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home with some tired legs. Saw  KFC on the table! Yumm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yenloo told me TOEFL results are out. My heart beats at its fastest when I logged in to my account. Was expecting something like 90-100/120. Then "pop", it's 88 babeh, which also means, "You're screwed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the lowest among my friends. They got like 93,96,97,102. SIGH. How should I feel? I don't like being a loser. Well, never in my life as a winner yet. I never achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the night, I think of ways to end my life. That's how serious my depression level is. But there is still reasons for me to live. My friends love me, I think. My family love me. My girlfriend loves me. And I want to take care of her. That's one of the reason to keep me breathing. I complained. I gossiped. It's not how I should behave. But sometimes I can't take it. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6763528167931970329?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6763528167931970329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-start-doesnt-always-bring-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6763528167931970329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6763528167931970329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-start-doesnt-always-bring-good.html' title='A good start doesn&apos;t always bring a good ending'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8523770730062280217</id><published>2009-06-10T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:15:46.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我受了沉重的打击。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know getting a bad result would constantly appears and pops up in my mind. It haunts me whenever I woke up, or whenever I'm asleep. Darn it. When I saw the faces of my Physics classmates, I would like, "Hey.. How's yours?" Till now, most of the answers were, "Screwed up?" Maybe I asked the wrong people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is what happened. I somehow woke up 2 hours before I was supposed to. 6.30 am and the first thing in my mind was my performance in the test. Couldn't sleep well right after the thought and it took me quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap just now. Dreamt about how I begged my lecturer for marks. And I finally choose to ignore it, drop the subject, and change my major to film production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. This is how serious it is. I'm having a depression. SIGH. I should find some time, fixed my pc, and get along with TheSims3. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjEtdyl84uI/AAAAAAAAAco/_ydHmdaoZNc/s1600-h/nkuua8x44jjzzq0iggug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjEtdyl84uI/AAAAAAAAAco/_ydHmdaoZNc/s320/nkuua8x44jjzzq0iggug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346104222485897954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for a moment, I thought I couldn't get my contact lens out. crap. that was a terrible feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8523770730062280217?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8523770730062280217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8523770730062280217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8523770730062280217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunt.html' title='The Haunt'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SjEtdyl84uI/AAAAAAAAAco/_ydHmdaoZNc/s72-c/nkuua8x44jjzzq0iggug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-2810668952048222883</id><published>2009-06-09T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:58:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence comes from failure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No. I don't think so. I'm very disappointed with my Physics results. Screwed up big time. SIGH. I was confidence at one point that I actually can get above 30. But the reality was, I just barely passed. Damn. Something went wrong. Shit happens. Whenever I'm a bit confident, the result will not be that ideal somehow. I don't like the idea of getting higher marks in 2nd test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(3 missed call) shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He picked up when I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: How's your result?&lt;br /&gt;I: I don't know. I'm still at gym. You?&lt;br /&gt;He: Die la. Fail d.. Need to retake..&lt;br /&gt;I: How much la? Got 30 or not?&lt;br /&gt;He: Don't know la.. You check yours.. later only tell you..&lt;br /&gt;I: Damn you.. Let me know la.. got 25 or not?&lt;br /&gt;He: Don't know la.. Fail la..&lt;br /&gt;I: OK. Call you later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Old Town. Grabbed out my phone and very quickly key in the intionline website. Waited awhile. Crap. Just passed. What the heck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Call...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Eh.. I get 25 only la.. Fail d la.. You?&lt;br /&gt;He: I get 33/40..&lt;br /&gt;I: OK........&lt;br /&gt;He: KaYee get 40/40!!&lt;br /&gt;I: Oh.. OK la.. Shit I get damn low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SIGH. And he's all over saying he'll fail his TOEFL again.. And we shall see how.. Result is coming out next Monday.. Do I have an issue with everyone around me? Or I just don't like some attitude of somebody? Not liking is not same with "hate". The closer I get to somebody, the more I pick on them. Is that how it suppose to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just collected my contact lens. Buy 15 pairs and get 10 pairs free. LOL. But I'm not so into the mood of wearing it. Because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(early morning during Philosophy class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: KT, where's your sister?&lt;br /&gt;KT: In the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I: Why?&lt;br /&gt;KT: She can't take out her contact lens. Her eyeballs too dry..&lt;br /&gt;I: OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm just gonna wear it for some time. Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I really wanted to go to US alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Throughout my years in Inti, I highly respect these 3 lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr Subra, my chemistry lecturer. I heard he drinks alot of coke and play dota. Even though he doesn't allow you to ask anything in the class (he thinks that you'll confuse the other students), he is a cool old dude with a lot of knowledge. A wise man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr Bad, my art lecturer. He always talks about his boss and the story of his life in the first 30 minutes of every lessons. And he says that he doesn't want to waste any time, still, nags alot. But he has this incredible knowledge of art. And he actually can sketch the map of any european countries on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr Eric, my religion and philosophy lecturer. He is very sacarstic. But I'm cool with it. He reads alot. He owns a library at his home and always brings books to recommend for the students. He looks like a nerd. I bet he once was one during his time in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-2810668952048222883?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2810668952048222883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/confidence-comes-from-failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2810668952048222883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/2810668952048222883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/confidence-comes-from-failure.html' title='Confidence comes from failure?'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-239511440882790106</id><published>2009-06-06T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:54:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I slept at 10pm on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 8pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so good right now. But feel bad for myself for not being able to start on my Physics. Was supposed to wake up around 9pm yesterday but somehow the medicine was too strong and it sucked me deep into my dream. I was having a flu but it is OK now. At least I had a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 days without the use of Internet. Fine. I admit that I can't live without the Internet now. Damn. And when it has been fixed, my PC encounters the same old problem again. Could not start up. And I have to online using the laptop. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tough week ahead. Tests and assignments to be passed up. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-239511440882790106?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/239511440882790106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/239511440882790106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/239511440882790106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4175630611933807283</id><published>2009-05-31T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:21:44.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not just an ordinary Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll try to say it all as short but as detail as possible. I just woke up from a short nap and still feel like sleeping though. Brain wasn't functioning properly and I don't think I can study or do any homework now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my TOEFL test this morning. 4 hours of sleep wasn't really enough but I guess I'm used to it already. Because I was "watching" FA Cup final the night before. And Chelsea won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKPP6oMh3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8juzNSpRFNU/s1600-h/wem_5_-_Chelsea_hai_815287a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKPP6oMh3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8juzNSpRFNU/s400/wem_5_-_Chelsea_hai_815287a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989611613489010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKO3xCBEsI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CN4Xr1Z58W8/s1600-h/wem_8_-_Chelsea_her_815289a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKO3xCBEsI/AAAAAAAAAcI/CN4Xr1Z58W8/s400/wem_8_-_Chelsea_her_815289a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989196720575170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKO3h5stnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/f6IQQARyuj8/s1600-h/guus_hiddink_1413618c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKO3h5stnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/f6IQQARyuj8/s400/guus_hiddink_1413618c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989192659154546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks Hiddink! For your 4 month stay and bringing back the form of Drogba and Malouda! And of course, the FA cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The test starts at 9. First section, Reading. After 60 mintues of reading and answering some very scientific based questions, something like EST, I thought I had finished, not knowing that there will be another 40 minutes of reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt happy because I thought the first section was over. Saw the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another section appeared with the time of 40 minutes and counting down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised my hand. Waved my hand. (Where's the kakak???) And I looked outside, she spotted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: How long is this section going to be? I thought it's 60 min?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She: I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: But the tutorial says 60 min only. Why another 40 min? How many questions are there supposed to be?(Clock still ticking)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She: Wait. I go check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(few seconds later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She: Sorry ah, I don't know how long it's going to be. I didn't take TOEFL before. I think you should continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: (what the.. you don't know?) OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were hurting. Too many words for reading. 100 minutes of reading and I felt sleepy. Done with the section. Then, Listening. It was boring. Somehow lost concentration someway through the conversation. Had my 10 minutes break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed in. Sit down. And start the Speaking section. Some questions were tough but somehow managed to mumbled it through. LOL. Talked, stopped, continued, and stopped. And here's the interesting part. Writing section!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Task was to read a short passage and listen to a lecture then began to write a summary. Just as the lecture was about to finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blackout* / *electricity ran out* /*people starting shouting, cursing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time: 1230 afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;my objective: 500 words from finishing the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:Students please calm down. We will try to find out the cause and try to fix it. Please do not talk to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; All your works are saved, don't worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy: Shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that pissed off. Because I haven't start writing yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm about to blow, when she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Students, if the situation still remain like this until 1330, I'm afraid you guys have to reschedule your test."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Which means, we have to strat all over again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She:"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. I don't want to waste another 5 hours of my life doing this stupid test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some of us asked for reschedule. but for those who waited, the electricity was ok and we continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished. The longest test ever. 9am - 3pm. Break: 10 mintues, and 1 hour of waiting and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home:5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4175630611933807283?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4175630611933807283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-just-ordinary-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4175630611933807283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4175630611933807283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-just-ordinary-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s not just an ordinary Sunday'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiKPP6oMh3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8juzNSpRFNU/s72-c/wem_5_-_Chelsea_hai_815287a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-47257498572353003</id><published>2009-05-30T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:37:40.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOEFL</title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking, I'm so freak out right now. I'll be having TOEFL test tomorrow. I don't understand why most of them would say it's easy. I don't think so. I can't manage to speak fluetly in the speaking session. 15 seconds of preparation, 45 seconds to speak. Damn. Got to go straight to the point and give some description as well as reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to Calculus III. How can they say it's easy, since it's not. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-47257498572353003?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/47257498572353003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/toefl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/47257498572353003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/47257498572353003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/toefl.html' title='TOEFL'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1088200790993521180</id><published>2009-05-29T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:49:54.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone, I think of the past, the present, and the future. And it's so soon that we are gonna start working. Let's just give it another 2 or 3 more years. But somehow I just don't feel like growing up. Am I too selfish? Irresponsible? I don't know. I guess I'm still stuck with my superman and power rangers. I'm too old for this? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bendtheround.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 462px;" src="http://bendtheround.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/superman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe somebody will say, well, it's still long more to go in your life. But trust me, *snap* and it's 5 years. I've been here for 4 years and it's real fast that I sometimes couldn't even catch up with it. 6 more months and I'm gonna stand on a foreign land. To observe the culture, the people, the places. Will I be the "real me" when I'm there? Where I'm not gonna put on a mask anymore and be who I really am? Or will I discover the real me? What God has plan for me? I'm looking forward for that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiAMPgusYZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vDsdyU8OeZc/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiAMPgusYZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vDsdyU8OeZc/s400/road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341282618684760466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wall above me is so high, the way ahead of me is unclear. All I know is that I've got no strength to carry it alone but to trust in Him so that He'll hold me when I fall and tell me "it's ok son". Church leader told us that we have to keep a journal to look back what God has done for us and what He has prophesized. Yeah. When I think back of it, I felt so sorry for myself, somehow, along with the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiASGgJRr9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/HtU4xHIqN0k/s1600-h/8943fda862452405cb29721b2f5c60b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiASGgJRr9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/HtU4xHIqN0k/s400/8943fda862452405cb29721b2f5c60b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341289060978765778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this period, should I say the lowest time in my life, that no one would know or feel of, where everything seemed so hopeless, helpless. And I seek for His answers, what will He have for me. God, where are you? And I'm so thankful that He answers me, pastor prayed for me, saying that I can walk through the fire ahead of me, that He will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fire. How are you going to cross the fire? But He sees that and indeed has led me across the fire. Now that I'm across the fire, I should look back every time and felt grateful that I'm no longer there. But we people are like this, in the most difficult times only we seek His face. What my friend said is true, "People move on, people change, but God will be faithful till the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-style: italic;" compact="compact"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;a name="v19"&gt;1 John 4:19 "&lt;/a&gt;We love because he first loved us."&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1088200790993521180?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1088200790993521180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1088200790993521180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1088200790993521180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SiAMPgusYZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vDsdyU8OeZc/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1943620806374002816</id><published>2009-05-28T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:33:40.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just having some fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was heading to college and heard this song over the radio with such lyrics and I found it very interesting. It goes like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I wanna do is have some fun, I got a feeling, I'm not the only one...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow reflects the life of being a student. Or I would say, Malaysia students? From my point of view, we, as students are competing against each other(everyday) to get better grades. And what you have to do is just studying and working harder as time goes by to achieve what you wanted in the first place. But sadly to say that we have forgotten to have fun in the mean time. Maybe some of us really wanted to have some fun but we just couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see 2 kinds of students. First would be those that aren't having as much fun, but grades do help them to satisfy themselves. Another would be those who are having some real fun, and grades don't really play a part in their world. These 2 different worlds have 2 different interpretation of views towards studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put studies aside. It's 0030 hour and I decided to watch a dvd now. "Windtalkers". A movie about the Navajo codes during the WWII where the Japanese (best code breakers of that period) can't even break the codes of the American soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sh1plXPYhGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ibzN-l_iZ9Y/s1600-h/501004%7EWindtalkers-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sh1plXPYhGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ibzN-l_iZ9Y/s400/501004%7EWindtalkers-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340540823745889378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking about war movies, Mr Jafni(MPW) showed us a short scene of "Saving Private Ryan". Damn. I didn't expect MPW class to be a small theatre with sub woofers speakers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sh1qh4Pj1rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OtKT-6yDA80/s1600-h/imgSaving+Private+Ryan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sh1qh4Pj1rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OtKT-6yDA80/s400/imgSaving+Private+Ryan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340541863397152434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just trying to have some fun! Studying too much may cause depression, and more depression. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1943620806374002816?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1943620806374002816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-just-having-some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1943620806374002816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1943620806374002816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-just-having-some-fun.html' title='It&apos;s just having some fun!'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Sh1plXPYhGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ibzN-l_iZ9Y/s72-c/501004%7EWindtalkers-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4757786398270495258</id><published>2009-05-25T22:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:09:05.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some of the pictures I've taken in recent years. I find that it's amazing how long my hair used to be. And how short it used to be. LOL. And all the high school memories, the used to be so tanned up skin, the very harsh band practice, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq-sjZHMII/AAAAAAAAAao/R2QRDSiA4yY/s1600-h/192217172l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq-sjZHMII/AAAAAAAAAao/R2QRDSiA4yY/s400/192217172l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789980825235586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the guys of 5E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq-s4aRXVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/x-m2FEoIP6o/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq-s4aRXVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/x-m2FEoIP6o/s400/DSC02333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789986467241298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of my favourites taken with lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShrAmNQvwFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MBZQWKqmGkE/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShrAmNQvwFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/MBZQWKqmGkE/s400/DSC02364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339792070828605522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good old days. tanned skin. and tearful sherhann :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShrBFTks5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ki97sadjF_U/s1600-h/1_283831218l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShrBFTks5ZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ki97sadjF_U/s400/1_283831218l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339792605098861970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss my drum somehow. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92j_57SI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oaYTr2fBvxQ/s1600-h/UGP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92j_57SI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oaYTr2fBvxQ/s400/UGP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789053275008290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;after graduate, work for 4 months! great colleagues :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92ePnkOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oBCftXLdu2M/s1600-h/IMG_3268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92ePnkOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oBCftXLdu2M/s400/IMG_3268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789051730301154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just realized that my hair is long. Oh my.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92FkLoyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6AuBlT55Z-E/s1600-h/1_734451052l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq92FkLoyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6AuBlT55Z-E/s400/1_734451052l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789045105664802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first semester. psychology presentation. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright. I know it's a bit random. But the photos, the memories. Ahh... You can't buy that even though you are very rich. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4757786398270495258?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4757786398270495258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4757786398270495258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4757786398270495258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-through.html' title='Looking through'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/Shq-sjZHMII/AAAAAAAAAao/R2QRDSiA4yY/s72-c/192217172l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1627020363906504647</id><published>2009-05-25T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:33:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my . . .</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 26/5 --- Physics Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 31/5 --- TOEFL&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 2/6 --- Physics Test 1&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 3/6 --- Calculus Test 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion: Too little time for too many things to study. You should get me a scissor and cut off 7 fingers of mine so I'll have just a thumb and two fingers to hold a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a bloody internet addict. Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1627020363906504647?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1627020363906504647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1627020363906504647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1627020363906504647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my.html' title='Oh my . . .'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5246548137514100156</id><published>2009-05-22T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:16:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been feeling guilty over an issue these days. Which is-"studying". I have not been doing any homework lately. I have been very naughty and very lazy lately. I guess I'd just force myself to do some reading after this. It's been 3 freaking long days since I last touched a page of book outside of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK. So I had this so-called traveling alone session yesterday. And I actually like the idea of being alone walking somewhere, as long as I have the resources in terms of financial support to bring me up and down everywhere across somewhere. Mum ditched me for some Hong Kong shows. I had to spend practically 4 hours alone, including some work out session. And I ended up doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShbLMen8hdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FtuXe6JBfoM/s1600-h/angels--demons-movie-poster_317x470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShbLMen8hdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FtuXe6JBfoM/s400/angels--demons-movie-poster_317x470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338677823533778386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yes, I was watching movie alone until 10 pm. The show is not that bad. But one thing I have to complain (as always), is the way the cinema treated the foreigners? What I meant was that, the movie has about 20% of dialogue in French and Italian. The ones who is responsible did not put out ENGLISH subtitle as I saw a couple of foreigners in the hall. I don't think they understand either BM or Mandarin other than their own language. It's a bit unfair. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShbPhqY_dAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2hdaT0dEs6A/s1600-h/4739_105355141257_806271257_2602141_193169_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShbPhqY_dAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2hdaT0dEs6A/s400/4739_105355141257_806271257_2602141_193169_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338682585516045314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;courtesy of BoonhanGoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I've got the RM98 ticket for the Man Utd match. And I got the training pass, which is dated one day before the match = the INTI BALL day. After a series of consideration, I'm going to skip the training session. What I found out from my friend (he went to the Chelsea match last year, and the training session) was that there will be many people gather in the stadium, watch Malaysia XI trains, then  Manchester United team. And that's it. No signature signing no picture taking no nothing. Because there will be more than thousands to watch them train. And the time setting will be around evening. At least that's what happened in the Chelsea team training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just get ready and dress up myself for INTI BALL. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shall study now :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5246548137514100156?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5246548137514100156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5246548137514100156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5246548137514100156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShbLMen8hdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FtuXe6JBfoM/s72-c/angels--demons-movie-poster_317x470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3914459182367702518</id><published>2009-05-20T17:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:35:41.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's greatest about glory is not never failing, but rise again when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Confucius said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's greatest about glory is to score full marks for all the exams, then you get your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this Calculus quiz today. Surprisingly it's a 5 MCQ based paper. If u get 1 question correct, you get 4 marks. If you get one question wrong, you get -1 mark. Well, honestly, I'm so disappointed at my performance. I got 15 marks at the end. I've been doing a lot of Calculus lately. Yes, a lot. But this bloody mistake cost me 1.25% of my coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Nevermind. Maybe what Dr. Chan(Calculus lecturer) said is true. Malaysians never blame themselves. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShPabpaOKRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hLenORNQKo4/s1600-h/Human_nature_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShPabpaOKRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hLenORNQKo4/s320/Human_nature_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337850151871326482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy class is getting rather interesting than boring. We watched this movie "Human Nature". In the end, Mr Eric asked us what do we think about the movie, besides SEX. It's an uncensored movie and you can see titties running around. And it's a bit awkward watching with all the students. LOL. But the movie is great. Something to think about human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W've got this Inti Ball at 17th July in Hilton Hotel PJ which cost RM90. If I'm not mistaken, it's a masquerade theme event. I'm thinking how good it is, a day before my birthday. Then we can plan to celebrate somewhere the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShPcCyI6RSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8LDLC9m2GJM/s1600-h/160010_82750_manchaster_united_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShPcCyI6RSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8LDLC9m2GJM/s400/160010_82750_manchaster_united_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337851923741164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only to find out that the next day 18th July, Saturday, is the day where Man Utd plays against Malaysia XI in Stdium Bukit Jalil. How nice. Where I'll be spending my whole day in the stadium. Crap. My 20th birthday. How.. sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3914459182367702518?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3914459182367702518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ive-been-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3914459182367702518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3914459182367702518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ive-been-thinking.html' title='What I&apos;ve been thinking'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/ShPabpaOKRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/hLenORNQKo4/s72-c/Human_nature_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8289877168428923846</id><published>2009-05-18T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:57:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flu that haunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Let's just say that I'm so frustrated and fried up. Some say desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up clicking here and there looking for some news about the flu that haunts everyone. I read the paper few weeks ago saying that this flu will infect 1/3 of the global population within 1 year. Which means around 2 billion? Ratio of 2 in 6 people will get infected. Now we've got 2 confirm cases in Malaysia. Both are students traveled back from US for summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, confirmed cases are around 8000+ and 50+ were confirmed dead. So when you calculate it by ratio to that of the 1/3 population and divide it by the countries in the world, it isn't that deadly after all. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the Spanish flu that kills 50 million of the 500 million infected individuals back in 1918-1919 was the worst that I've come across in my so-called research. And guess what? I found a website that generates the confirmed cases in different states of US. The link: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/04/27/us/20090427-flu-update-graphic.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/04/27/us/20090427-flu-update-graphic.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the states are infected, most notably Illinois with 487. States that most of us going: Minnesota 7, Nebraska 13, Oklahoma 14, Iowa 43, New York 190, Wisconsin 384 and etc. Well, I'll give myself some time to think about the transfer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8289877168428923846?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8289877168428923846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/flu-that-haunts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8289877168428923846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8289877168428923846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/flu-that-haunts.html' title='The flu that haunts'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4903720673976884529</id><published>2009-05-17T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:14:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a hard solid wall to bang my head on. I've been thinking various ways of solutions to solve one particular question but lastly, I still can't get the answer. I don't understand why and how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't think of a solution, u seek for help. When texting around still couldn't get you any help, you break your vow and went online to seek for answer. All because of your friends that were not available for the moment. Some couldn't get through, some couldn't help, some couldn't really care about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I did rest my brain for a short nap but it doesn't really help much I guess. I will not stay at rest and have a nice sleep unless I finish what I'm supposed to finish! Jut like what the philosophers said about human nature which is plainly based on self-interest. I feel very good after I finish my work. Self-interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when online still can't get you any answers, the best way is to google up your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when you still can't get anything out of it, switch off, and go to bed. For my head hurts. For I'm thinking too much of useless ways of solving an equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4903720673976884529?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4903720673976884529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4903720673976884529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4903720673976884529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/wall.html' title='Wall'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-8828198786261163128</id><published>2009-05-12T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:34:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was having a last glimpse of my facebook account (before i really really put down everything and study. LOL), ShaneChooi posted a 3 minutes video, saying that "if you watch only one video today, make it this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZVfHoTROgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZVfHoTROgQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nick Vujicic is a man without limbs. No arms, no legs, yet he never gives up and live a happy life, encouraging all the young people not to give up. A really nice one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found another video of 9 minutes on him. Click the link below to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-8828198786261163128?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8828198786261163128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8828198786261163128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/8828198786261163128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3258090536708802844</id><published>2009-05-12T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:19:23.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change You Can Believe In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Change will not come if we wait for some person or some time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. It's not just enough to change the players. You have to change the game. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglWjuZK4eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Yj1tfqRavM8/s1600-h/obama_MH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglWjuZK4eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Yj1tfqRavM8/s400/obama_MH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334890405346075106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through some magazines right after my work out session and pick up one of those business magazines. Found this very interesting page with the above quotes and I actually memorized it. Obama said it in one of his speeches. Every time when I heard what he said, somehow I have this goosebumps going on. Somehow just feel like having tears running down because what he said is really encouraging and motivated. I remember one of the quotes sounds like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...... The road ahead is steep. It doesn't just take one year or one term. But we- as people of America ...... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he had a good PublicSpeaking101 lecturer during his schooling times. LOL. Speaking of change, I am, indeed, starting to change my view of studying. My view of becoming how I should be and the ideal "me". First getting homeworks done. Then tried my best to do better in quiz/test. Somehow when I finished my Calculus work yesterday night, even though spending up to 2 or 3 hours per day, I felt satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakRbNQjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dWZNSlAJFqg/s1600-h/P1010276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakRbNQjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/dWZNSlAJFqg/s400/P1010276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334894812796371506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took me quite some time to figure out this graph!! ugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm glad that I take my first step by getting 2/2% for my Physics quiz. First time of having such a good start. Hope I can do that as well for my Calculus. I never score anything more than B-, which is one of the reasons behind that drives me to work hard, not to give up. And another reason of working hard, is to show to some people that I actually can do better than them. Not those of grade A, but those that are very close to my standard. I know I can beat them by my determination. I will not give up, I will not stop at some point and thinking above quitting. When I'm in my highest state of confidence level, no one can pull me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakgJJ4-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/yRHUvOc5JJs/s1600-h/PhilosophyBites7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakgJJ4-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/yRHUvOc5JJs/s400/PhilosophyBites7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334894816747185122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that annoys me at the moment, is the nuts in Philosophy class. And Philosophy itself being a bloody nut for me. I somehow just find it hard. Find Socrates as annoying as some of the classmates. Classmates just don't talk before they think. Can't blame them. They're still freshmen. But sometimes when they talk (after using their brains), they do make some strong points that somehow I just couldn't think of. You know what's the importance of studying Philosophy? To develop thinking writing listening and speaking skill. "Critical thinking questions". I have a good one. What is good? Good for you doesn't mean good for me. How to define good? How you know something is good. Your results are good? Mine is good as well. But when they're compared, yours is good or mine is good because I think mine is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of giving up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakA63QoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YmrqabP-APk/s1600-h/large_TRACK1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglakA63QoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YmrqabP-APk/s400/large_TRACK1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334894808365744770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this secondary school teacher encouraged us by saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't give up. 50 more meters and you are done with the race. Push yourself till the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. I will not turn back. Even though the following results will not affect my application of universities. Even though no one would care less if I even pass my Physics and Calculus. But all that I care, it's just that I do my best and catch you up from behind. And finish up my race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we are born and gifted with legs not just to walk, not just to stand, nor to run. But legs are given, so that we can fall at some time, get up, and start everything all over again- where the aim is to dash forward and finish up the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3258090536708802844?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3258090536708802844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-you-can-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3258090536708802844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3258090536708802844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-you-can-believe-in.html' title='Change You Can Believe In'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SglWjuZK4eI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Yj1tfqRavM8/s72-c/obama_MH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4602127056931907366</id><published>2009-05-10T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:47:48.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YannHuoy wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;I called it, "The Equation of Love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbMz4ka7JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/X3OYvd8RlbM/s1600-h/LoveLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbMz4ka7JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/X3OYvd8RlbM/s400/LoveLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334176000397470866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;(LOVE = SUFFER, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;NO SUFFER = NO LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; SUFFER = YOU NO LOVE ) ----(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;∴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;LOVE = SUFFER, NO SUFFER = NO LOVE, SUFFER = SUFFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(HAPPY = LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY≠ NO SUFFER&lt;br /&gt;NO SUFFER ≠ NO HAPPY) ----(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;∴ NO HAPPY = MUST LOVE, LOVE = SUFFER, SUFFER = TOO MUCH HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;∵&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTxt"&gt;LOVE = SUFFER, NO SUFFER = NO LOVE, YOU&lt;/span&gt; SUFFER = YOU NO LOVE ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;NO HAPPY = MUST LOVE, LOVE = SUFFER, SUFFER = TOO MUCH HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;∴ (1) + (2) = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Equation of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theory by YannHuoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;equation by Emmanuello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-4602127056931907366?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4602127056931907366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/equation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4602127056931907366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/4602127056931907366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/equation.html' title='Equation'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbMz4ka7JI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/X3OYvd8RlbM/s72-c/LoveLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-6945389183379949822</id><published>2009-05-10T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:13:31.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not what you give to your mum that matters. Because every little things you give or do to her, she'll just as happy. You know that you'll always be her baby girl or baby boy even though you're 20, 40, or even 60! As long as we try our best in all the things we've done and at least grown up to be a successful person, that will be just OK for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Asians don't hug or kiss our parents. It's just something that we don't normally practice? I don't know. LOL. Just feel weird. Or it's something that our parents did not practice with us since we were young. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we bought a watch for mum. It's a Swatch Mother's Day limited edition watch where you can actually see the ad everywhere. In magazine, newspaper etc. It wasn't something surprise. We bought it from Hong Kong together with mum the last day before we came back. Saw the watch and asked mum to try, then she likes it so we bought for her. It's HK$880, which is around RM400. Everything seems to be cheaper when you times it by 0.456. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbDYAdWC6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wgr8l9rsUgA/s1600-h/yls159+love+tag+packaging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbDYAdWC6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wgr8l9rsUgA/s400/yls159+love+tag+packaging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334165625874287522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbD-2aFhnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/df95x_36T_0/s1600-h/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbD-2aFhnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/df95x_36T_0/s400/75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166293191165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning went to church for Mother's Day celebration. It's good to have Mother's/Father's day on Sunday so all the parents can celebrate together in the church. As usual, the church gives gifts to all the mothers every year. Last year was a set of finger nail kit. This year the church gives scarfs! Because sometimes it's cold in the church then mothers can use it. And there's different colors to choose from! So nice. I wonder if next time there would be a Son's Day. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a random thought: I feel worried for my studies. Not the results. 3.21 of CGPA still acceptable for the moment. Just that mum told me the number of jobless people in US has risen to 1700,00,000 already. The highest number in 25 years. An there's this Swine Flu which is quite severe over US now. Oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as my lecturer said, "How do you know you can actually get a degree and come back? No one knows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-6945389183379949822?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6945389183379949822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6945389183379949822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/6945389183379949822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgbDYAdWC6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Wgr8l9rsUgA/s72-c/yls159+love+tag+packaging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-3127253231676644787</id><published>2009-05-09T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:05:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can you think of any moment in your life that you're actually proud of yourself? Try to think of one. Something like you won a prize because of your hard work, or, you fixed something all by yourself? Anyway, I'm so proud of myself now! The feeling of achieving something - I finished 16 questions of Calculus3! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sketching these cylinders for the whole afternoon. Target was to finish half of it but somehow there was this sudden urge of finishing it, plus, the determination which came out of nowhere. Maybe it's the ad that I saw over the magazine yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFICULT.&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this drives me to work and finish it all at once. Some of the questions were driving me nuts. And no answers were given. So, I just did my best and sketched it out. Hope they are all correct because it make sense from what I can see. No body says that it got to be all correct. After all, it's homework. Where mistakes can be made and you learn from it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgU9TeMUjcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sXuRY0KBLcg/s1600-h/P1010269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgU9TeMUjcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sXuRY0KBLcg/s400/P1010269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333736738421771714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used up quite some time to think about this bloody fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Calculus 3 is actually quite challenging. Not to say hard. It's just that you need to imagine shapes and sketch it out. At some points, it's actually quite fun. Hmm. Gonna study philosophy and physics later on. I did not expect philosophy to be that hard. Need to think a lot of things. "What is life?" "Why are we here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. Come on don't give up! Go go go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-3127253231676644787?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3127253231676644787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3127253231676644787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/3127253231676644787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgU9TeMUjcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/sXuRY0KBLcg/s72-c/P1010269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-294857157210288670</id><published>2009-05-07T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:06:24.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach ulcer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doctor said, if I'm still not getting better after this second medication, I've got to go to the hospital for a minor operation on my stomach. He suspected that I'm having stomach ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2161700/stomach-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2161700/stomach-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.medical-look.com/diseases_images/stomach_ulcer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.medical-look.com/diseases_images/stomach_ulcer2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put a tube and clear the worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worst night ever. I slept around 2130 yesterday night and woke up early in the morning about 8 o'clock. But the problem is, I woke up every 2 hours just to go to the toilet and have some big business. Went to toilet 6 times already! Luckily still managed to go to Calculus class for that 2 hours. Don't think I'm in good condition of attending MPW class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgJrpnmcKhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B1ayRul0JQw/s1600-h/chelsea35_666x450_797925a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgJrpnmcKhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B1ayRul0JQw/s400/chelsea35_666x450_797925a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332943271509109266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Referee waves away 4 clear penalties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballack protests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgJrpg4v34I/AAAAAAAAAXg/P679ttjSg70/s1600-h/drogbax_280x390_797943a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgJrpg4v34I/AAAAAAAAAXg/P679ttjSg70/s400/drogbax_280x390_797943a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332943269706850178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drogba called the ref a "F**king disgrace" Oh my..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Chelsea lost in the semi-final. They said it was a very poor performance by the referee. I don't know. I didn't watch the match. According to YQ, another Chelsea fan in college, he said that it was the best performance by Chelsea. I don't know. The score was 1-1 and Barca advanced due to away goals rules. Well, the match was quite a controversial one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick now. Next week still got Physics quiz. Sigh. get well soon. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-294857157210288670?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/294857157210288670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/stomach-ulcer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/294857157210288670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/294857157210288670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/stomach-ulcer.html' title='Stomach ulcer'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/SgJrpnmcKhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/B1ayRul0JQw/s72-c/chelsea35_666x450_797925a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1546741418774808527</id><published>2009-05-04T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:22:24.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's never to late to apalogy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My stomach is really killing me slowly. And one thing that I don't like the most is my medication ends tomorrow. Hope I'll be good by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I've got something in my mind to say it all out. For whoever that's reading this, where I believe it's no coincidence or by luck, I sincerely apologize for some of the things that I've done. YOU can be refer to as a friend or friends of mine that I hurt unintentionally. If I ever say things or do things that hurt you, I'm sorry. It can be anyone that appears in my life as friends. I will not name names because it makes me look stupid. Not of egoistic of course. People who name names are weak? LOL. I have some stories of some people who name names and that causes quite a conflict. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do things my way. I say things my way. It's just who I am. Sometimes I have my reasons of performing such actions. Sometimes not, because I'm just plainly playful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's just what I'm gonna say. For now. LOL. And new semester starts, here we go all over again. Come on let us work hard together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1546741418774808527?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1546741418774808527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-never-to-late-to-apalogy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1546741418774808527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1546741418774808527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-never-to-late-to-apalogy.html' title='It&apos;s never to late to apalogy?'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-1394213796867129435</id><published>2009-05-03T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:37:50.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having this most sickening stomach pain in ages. Never felt such pain before. It was something like a microchip installed with a function of "vacuum cleaner" tried to suck all your body cells at once. Actually not all cells, just the area of the stomach(where you feel that you're having gastric there?). OK. Every 30 minutes, I'll be having this kind of feeling. It seriously sucks. What I'm trying to say is that, my weekend was just plainly not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been popping 13 pills per day since then. Been sleeping whole day. Sleeping was the only time where I don't feel pain at all. Sigh. But luckily I'm not having those symptoms of Influenza A H1N1 like cough, sore throat, fever and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, have you bought your mask? Surprisingly it's all sold out in the places that I looked for. LOL. Tomorrow's gonna start fresh again. I mean college! But I'm having the best semester break ever! Can't wait for another holiday again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-1394213796867129435?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1394213796867129435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1394213796867129435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/1394213796867129435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-sick.html' title='Getting sick'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-5819585646998297395</id><published>2009-05-02T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:46:38.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>被点的就是我</title><content type='html'>遊戲規則: 被點到名字的人要在自已的blog裡寫下答案。去掉一個你最不喜歡的問題，再加上一個新的，傳給其它8個人。列出其它8個被點名的人，到他們的blog裡留言通知。被點名者不得拒絕。被點名的人將會得到大家的祝福(認真)，並且所有願望都會實現。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.最能让你发狂的五样东西（列出）&lt;br /&gt;答：1. 不给我online 2. 尿尿时看到恶心的kazat 3. 妹妹在讲鸟话  4. 大便时没厕纸  5. 被老师叫收声&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.你最希望從朋友(不包括愛人)那裡得到的是什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：他们的信赖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.最近最鬱悶的事？&lt;br /&gt;答：应该是要去美国了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.最受不了自已哪個缺點？&lt;br /&gt;答: 自私&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.遇到喜歡的人，你是勇敢表白還是默默關注？&lt;br /&gt;答: 默默关注然后就勇敢表白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.說出點你名的人的3個優點&lt;br /&gt;答：很鸟的，很努力，聪明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.你現在最想擁有的是什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：一个弟弟？还是不要啦。等下抢我家产！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. 你最怕怎样性格的人 ?&lt;br /&gt;答：讲话比我多又大声的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.你最依赖的人是谁？&lt;br /&gt;答：妈妈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.如果要被關起來十五年，除了離開之外什麼都能做的話，要做什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：写一本小说，“怎样渡过美妙的十五年”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.什么人是你最欣賞的？&lt;br /&gt;答：像贝格汉坶那样：有钱又帅，又会踢球，还是一个身价125mil 的好爸爸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.這輩子做過最瘋狂的事情是什麼？還想從事的瘋狂行為是什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：应该还没吧，我很正常的。我想要裸着全身和朋友们到处蹦跑！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.十年之後，你想過什麼樣的生活？你打算如何實現呢？&lt;br /&gt;答：有份稳定的工作，准备起家吧。实现？赶快毕业去做工！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.有想過放棄現有生活去流浪嗎？如果有，為的是什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：有啊。想要一个人到处走走，学下新东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.如果中樂透三億會怎麼辦？&lt;br /&gt;答：不会像kayee那样打败自己的脚在家睡啦！应该会给家人然后救人。给那些可怜的孤儿，因为他们没父母的爱。但是应该不会给老人院吧－老了没什么要买了，时间也快到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.如果不幸負債400萬，你打算如何償還債務？&lt;br /&gt;答：绑架朋友们然后把他们给卖掉。卖掉kayee, yannhuoy, yenloo, thingyan and everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.年終要領多少才算OK？&lt;br /&gt;答：每个月赚USD5K。一年USD60K(RM220k)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.明天中午吃什麼？&lt;br /&gt;答：不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.一個月多少錢才算OK?&lt;br /&gt;答：每个月至少USD5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.你的理想工作？&lt;br /&gt;答：一个叫“睡觉” 的工&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.雖然很八股題了，但還是想問一下，愛人好還是被愛好？&lt;br /&gt;答 :爱人，所以他们可以被人爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.有什麼不可告人的怪癖？&lt;br /&gt;答：我每天都大便和放屁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.最希望自己具備哪一種个性？&lt;br /&gt;答：对自己很有自信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24：點你的人帥不？&lt;br /&gt;答：不帅但是很鸟的&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8872897739947357685-5819585646998297395?l=emmanuello2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5819585646998297395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5819585646998297395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8872897739947357685/posts/default/5819585646998297395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanuello2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='被点的就是我'/><author><name>Emmanuello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14083899968792168037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ST2jxvfflKk/TBQJWrC0VpI/AAAAAAAABiM/Ua7S5kZRMv0/S220/IMG_3057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8872897739947357685.post-4411017581048940649</id><published>2009-05-01T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:50:46.458+08:00</updated><title type='te
