<?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-37484185</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:17:25.617+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='drama'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='people'/><category term='desperate'/><category term='songs'/><category term='someone said'/><category term='news'/><category term='desire'/><category term='food'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='calamity'/><category term='studies'/><category term='anime'/><category term='music'/><category term='hopeless'/><category term='tag'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='happy'/><category term='internship'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>sammy's garderobe</title><subtitle type='html'>it's all about me, myself and my stuffs !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-698206002517682525</id><published>2009-04-03T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:34:11.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep-in-touch with me in the new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey folks, I'm moving to a new blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://samandj.wordpress.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to connect to my new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for all the supports in all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See you in my new blog!&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/37484185-698206002517682525?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/698206002517682525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=698206002517682525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/698206002517682525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/698206002517682525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-in-touch-with-me-in-new-blog.html' title='keep-in-touch with me in the new blog'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3693574513628364057</id><published>2009-03-26T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:21:37.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>John Wooden said~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;reputation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;reputation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;merely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3693574513628364057?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3693574513628364057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3693574513628364057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3693574513628364057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3693574513628364057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-wooden-said.html' title='John Wooden said~~~'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3107135671520712215</id><published>2009-03-16T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:20:45.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Being great</title><content type='html'>Today was a hectic day. Someone wasted my time for the whole weekend. I was angry mad but never mind, that someone doesn't worth my anger. I would only blame myself for being stupid. Sigh, whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class til 5.30 pm. It was raining when I was going home. Luckily traffic wasn't really heavy just now. Forgotten to bring my umbrella today. So I got to walk in the rain as I parked my car quite a distance away from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably and undeniably, I enjoyed pacing slowly in the rain. I almost played with the rain water. Okay, that was childish. But it gave me a sense of tranquility after such a hectic and tiring day. I felt great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being great doesn't mean one has to have tonnes of money or being extra beautiful or being extra smart. One can be great in his/her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great by just walking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father, who works hard to support his family is a great father. He may not provide the best of everything for his family, he may not be the richest father in the world. But he is a great father because he does everything to provide the best he could for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's human mindset is you could be great if you have tonnes of money, successful, pretty, smart, and bla bla bla. What a realistic and materialistic world we are living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't create this world so that we can earn money and enjoy our life using the money we get. God gave us so many things in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave us water.&lt;br /&gt;He gave us food.&lt;br /&gt;He gave us five senses so that we may feel the beauty of this world using our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I enjoyed walking in the rain. I felt great.&lt;br /&gt;The greatness of the world is not for us to earn but for us to feel with what we have.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3107135671520712215?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3107135671520712215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3107135671520712215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3107135671520712215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3107135671520712215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-great.html' title='Being great'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7407640440619004220</id><published>2009-03-12T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:03:20.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my IQ score</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.free-iqtest.net" title="Accurate IQ Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l132.gif" width="200" height="100" alt="Accurate IQ Test" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Accurate IQ Test" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net"&gt;Accurate IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7407640440619004220?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7407640440619004220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7407640440619004220&amp;isPopup=true' title='85 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7407640440619004220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7407640440619004220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-iq-score.html' title='my IQ score'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>85</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1816212453487863791</id><published>2009-03-06T10:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:52:26.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Jason Mraz, live in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz came to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz performed in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz stole my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz is very very very very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I MET JASON MRAZ ON 4TH MARCH 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of March 2009 was a very historical and memorable day. I went to Jason Mraz's concert that day. I watched him performed live. He sang superbly great. He's fantastic and I grew to love him more...&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCKWXfWulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kiQNLw_tpo8/s1600-h/DSC03554.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCKWXfWulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kiQNLw_tpo8/s400/DSC03554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896077537098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's him, Jason!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone shouted like nobody's business when he came onto the stage.&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCK39cTm2I/AAAAAAAABGY/c75fmLpsxjU/s1600-h/DSC03528.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCK39cTm2I/AAAAAAAABGY/c75fmLpsxjU/s400/DSC03528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896654660541282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the stage where he stood and sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLE6xIJbI/AAAAAAAABGg/HjMB0FP38ho/s1600-h/DSC03529.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLE6xIJbI/AAAAAAAABGg/HjMB0FP38ho/s400/DSC03529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896877280863666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a closer view of the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLSUdELFI/AAAAAAAABGo/fYuRr-ucEeo/s1600-h/DSC03540.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLSUdELFI/AAAAAAAABGo/fYuRr-ucEeo/s400/DSC03540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897107514338386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met Gary and cam-whored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLlCFz7PI/AAAAAAAABGw/8gXqK0A_Qi4/s1600-h/DSC03535.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCLlCFz7PI/AAAAAAAABGw/8gXqK0A_Qi4/s400/DSC03535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309897429002480882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we cam-whored too :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCMgcZ5LOI/AAAAAAAABHA/SkCGm9d6ziI/s1600-h/DSC03545.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCMgcZ5LOI/AAAAAAAABHA/SkCGm9d6ziI/s400/DSC03545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309898449678314722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, it's about Jason, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He sang for about 1.5 hours. The guest artist was Penny. I was happy to see both of them singing on stage. They are my favourite singers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up going to the concert because of the heavy workload. Luckily I went. I was happy that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Jason Mraz tee shirt and wore it for cam-whoring purpose before we left.&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCOSTsXvKI/AAAAAAAABHI/d-mApXFUctg/s1600-h/DSC03572.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCOSTsXvKI/AAAAAAAABHI/d-mApXFUctg/s400/DSC03572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900405844982946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was there, in Stadium Negara to see Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1816212453487863791?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1816212453487863791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1816212453487863791&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1816212453487863791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1816212453487863791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/03/jason-mraz-live-in-malaysia.html' title='Jason Mraz, live in Malaysia'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SbCKWXfWulI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kiQNLw_tpo8/s72-c/DSC03554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5865248854950488781</id><published>2009-02-21T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:42:01.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rules: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s harder than it looks. Copy to your own note, erase my answer, enter yours and TAG 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to each answer of the following questions. They have to be real, nothing made up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;"&gt;If the person before you had the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot copy any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your name&lt;/strong&gt;: Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A four letter word: &lt;/strong&gt;Same&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. A boy’s name?&lt;/strong&gt; Simon Michael Prokovish &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A girl’s name?&lt;/strong&gt; Slyvia Teh &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. An occupation: &lt;/strong&gt;Student&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. A color: &lt;/strong&gt;Silver&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Something you wear: &lt;/strong&gt;Swimming suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. A food:&lt;/strong&gt; Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;/strong&gt;Soap&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. A place:&lt;/strong&gt; Slovakia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. A reason for being late:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone blocked my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Something you shout:&lt;/strong&gt; Sibeh sueh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. A movie title:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleepy Hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Something you drink:&lt;/strong&gt; Sparkling juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. A musical group:&lt;/strong&gt; S.H.E&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. A street name:&lt;/strong&gt; S&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ongkat road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. A type of car: &lt;/strong&gt;Sonata Hyundai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. A song title: &lt;/strong&gt;Stronger by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. A verb: &lt;/strong&gt;Sit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't feel like tagging anyone but I hope Seen, Shengwa, Kean, Keng sern, Meng Her, Yuli are willing to do it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-5865248854950488781?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5865248854950488781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5865248854950488781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5865248854950488781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5865248854950488781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2517159710433327283</id><published>2009-02-21T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:56:37.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>I didn't think I was perfect when I was writing this post. I was just annoyed by people who kept on giving excuses. Actually, I really wanted to overlook this attitude I saw in some people. After all, it is their life and who am I to give a damn about what they do/say. I was very irritated. Anyhow, I hope this post can make those who read my blog and have this giving-excuses-attitude to really ponder about what I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human, I believe most of us are imperfect. I certainly believe that we need to evolve or at least throw away some bad habits in order to become less and less imperfect. Even in dealing with certain matters, we need to give our best so that the outcome may be as good as possible. Allow me to give an example here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You need to discipline yourself to come on time.&lt;br /&gt;B: I tried...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; there is always something that delays me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excuse. If someone really put priority in things they do or really want to change to become a better person, he/she won't give any &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUTs&lt;/span&gt;. Giving excuses is really a bad habit. Some even say : I really wanted to change but it's a habit, and I couldn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly believe that a habit can be changed and taking habit as an excuse is really a bad excuse. If someone really set his/her mind to change, he/she won't give any excuses or at least won't say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;. Giving excuses will only let you to be less determined and disciplined to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I might sound very very bitchy here. So, it's up to you to continue giving excuses or stop saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;and move on.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2517159710433327283?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2517159710433327283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2517159710433327283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2517159710433327283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2517159710433327283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-384783095309832029</id><published>2009-02-10T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:32:12.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>PLEASE QUEUE UP !!!</title><content type='html'>I really couldn't understand some of the people out there. There are some Master and PhD students in my lab. Ok, I salute them for their motivation,diligence, hardworkingness, and determination to continue their studies in Master/PhD. But! I tell you, these people really don't know how to respect their juniors, as in those undergraduates. It really irritates and jerks me, a lot. Ok, everyone is under the same, kind-hearted supervisor. Me think everyone should tolerate each other when it comes to using equipments and machines in the lab. Just bear with me, this post is about complaining those unrespectful people who don't know how to respect others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using a magnetic stirrer the other day. It was a newer one compare to other magnetic stirrers i.e. it has indication on how high is the temperature and how fast is the stirring speed. So, I was halfway using it. Then, a PhD student came and asked who was using it. I said me la. Then, she continued, "Saya nak guna la". What more, it means, I need to remove my stuff and let her use it. What the fart! I was using it and she demanded that she wanted to use it also. She doesn't know how to queue up is it? Today, when I got to the lab, I didn't see the magnetic stirrer anymore. I suspected that she kept it away so that others couldn't use it. How cruel and self-centered! She thought she was the only person who wanna grad and has to go for viva. Hey, me too, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, a Master student just appeared today. There is a humidity chamber in my lab. The chamber is really small and I and my labmate take turn to use it. So, it is good that we tolerate each other. I like this win-win situation. I let you use it, you let me use pula then. This Master student is doing a topic, exactly like mine and by the time I complete my labwork, I will only get a degree but she, a Master. Ok, so I am a bit tak syiok here for I think it is super unfair to me. I couldn't do anything because it was not under my control that she got that thesis title. Ok ok, apart from this, she demanded to use the humidity chamber. We need to use it to dry up our stuffs 3 days in a row. So, without asking me whether I need to use it, she said she would use it today. I left something in the chamber and she kinda said something so that I would pandai pandai took my stuff out and emptied it for her. What the fart. She didn't even work or do something to get this chamber. It was I and my labmate that put in effort to get this chamber. So now, I need to LET her use it and she's not even going to tolerate or ask me when I need to use it. Hey, you think you are the only one who needs to grad is it? BLOODY FOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;My labmate ordered some chemical 8 months ago and the chemical flew all the way from Sarawak to UKM and finally, we got it in our hands. We only got a little bit of the chemical, just enough for us. Then, this BLOODY FOOL called my labmate and demanded my labmate to give her the chemical. Didn't even say please. She wants it, and she wants it. You know what I mean? So demanding. Such a BLOODY FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about undergrad bullying undergrad. There was one coursemate of mine who bullied Shengwa. Ok, someone bullied the Fierceful Shengwa. Shengwa booked to use a machine until the month of April. He was drying something inside the machine and this girl, came and altered the temperature and speed of the machine and used it, without asking Shengwa's permission. Another typical bloody fool. I also got to know that she stole people's Duran bottle in another lab. Gosh!!! A university student, studied so much but in the end, became a stealer and a rude person. Is this is what Malaysia education system is all about or it is her damaged-brain-cells problem??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people really never think of others feelings. So rude. Mensia-suehkan the image of a university student. Gosh!! I wonder why do I meet these kind of people in my life at this stage. I thought education help to mould someone into a better person. Unexpectedly, they become worse. Even worst than a kindergarten student, at least a kindergarten student knows how to queue up when going into a bus. Shame on them!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-384783095309832029?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/384783095309832029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=384783095309832029&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/384783095309832029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/384783095309832029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-queue-up.html' title='PLEASE QUEUE UP !!!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4055004759973914245</id><published>2009-02-10T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:38:19.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>thinking of you</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I broke down and cried. I was thinking of my dad, again. Haven't cried for almost 2 years every time I thought of my dad. I was kinda glad that I was able to cry when I thought of him. I feel more like a human now. Maybe I was just too stressful doing my assignments and projects, where all the deadlines were approaching soon. All the memories just came back like a lightning striking thru the gloomy sky. It was fast, yet terrifying and not easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CNY, I went out with my friends. We had tea at a cafe in my hometown. We were chatting all the way until a point where we were out of topic. Then, I started to look aimlessly at the people walking in and out the cafe. Then, I was thinking, maybe I might bumped into my dad in that particular cafe. The reality then pulled me back and gave me a hard smack on my face. I realized that my dad weren't here anymore.  What was I thinking? Was I out of my mind? Gosh!! I was very sad back then and quickly told a joke and my friends and I laughed and I got over that matter soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember the feeling when I saw you lying peacefully in the coffin. It was heart-aching. It was so memorable. A peaceful face, like you have left behind all the troubles and problems in this world. I still wonder why God took you away. I have no one to blame and I don't want to blame anyone for your dead. After all, it is life, people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with a friend today. After we ate out lunch, we sat in the restaurant and I started to tell my friend about my dad. I cried, in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am very stupid to think this way. It is very idiotic, too. Every time I go out, I still have the hope to bump into my dad although I know it is impossible. Every time I see any uncle walking on the streets, I thought of my dad. His shadow is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm alone, I think of my dad. Hate the feeling of being alone...I know I'm being very pathetic. Feel so tired hiding all these behind my smiling face. I am going to live in my own little closet, once again...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4055004759973914245?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4055004759973914245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4055004759973914245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4055004759973914245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4055004759973914245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6383269133682420213</id><published>2009-02-04T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:30:51.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>platonic love</title><content type='html'>By &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/platonic%20love"&gt;Webster's definition&lt;/a&gt;, platonic love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="defs"&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; love conceived by Plato as ascending from passion for the individual to contemplation of the universal and ideal&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a close relationship between two persons in which sexual desire is nonexistent or has been suppressed or sublimated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand. So, are the 2 persons in a girl-and-boy relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, please explain... i know, my English sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-6383269133682420213?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6383269133682420213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6383269133682420213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6383269133682420213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6383269133682420213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/platonic-love.html' title='platonic love'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7158232715064973383</id><published>2009-02-02T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:51:05.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chocolate, by Patchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My sister brought a box of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patchi"&gt;Patchi&lt;/a&gt; home this CNY. She told me the Patchi's chocolate was very costly and hoped that I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I ate the chocolate and found it heavenly delicious. Gosh, it was very tasty that I savored every bite of it. All in all, I didn’t underappreciate it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A picture worths a thousand words. So, let the picture do the talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZKW7PjYI/AAAAAAAABFw/4ufHqo75Ajo/s1600-h/SDC18343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZKW7PjYI/AAAAAAAABFw/4ufHqo75Ajo/s320/SDC18343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298160783623949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Box (it's not just any box, it is The Box)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZTtPxE_I/AAAAAAAABF4/R8_9C2v_Sv8/s1600-h/SDC18344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZTtPxE_I/AAAAAAAABF4/R8_9C2v_Sv8/s320/SDC18344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298160944234435570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it consists of 3 types, as you can see from the shapes in The Box&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZfs2ZYLI/AAAAAAAABGA/LAi1u0-hu3A/s1600-h/SDC18346.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZfs2ZYLI/AAAAAAAABGA/LAi1u0-hu3A/s400/SDC18346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298161150286454962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is called Gaite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;it is a milk chocolate filled with 2 big almonds in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other two were Royal and oh gosh, I couldn't identify the other one.*me think it is Modernity*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See Patchi's chocolate menu &lt;a href="http://www.patchi.us/patchi-chocolate-menu.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhow, I tasted very delicious chocolate and I shall have no regrets in my life anymore. Muahahahhaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7158232715064973383?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7158232715064973383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7158232715064973383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7158232715064973383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7158232715064973383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolate-by-patchi.html' title='Chocolate, by Patchi'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYbZKW7PjYI/AAAAAAAABFw/4ufHqo75Ajo/s72-c/SDC18343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2600003171035475881</id><published>2009-01-29T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:46:55.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Anemia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a blood donation campaign in my fac the other day. I went to the campaign, was thinking to donate my precious blood to help save others life. I attempted to donate blood 2 years ago but failed because the guy said the iron level in my blood was not sufficient. That day, I went to the campaign, hoping that I could donate. Again, the guy said the iron level in my blood was not sufficient. I went with high expectation but left with tremendous disappointment. Sien diao…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I googled in what to eat to increase the iron level in my blood. The article I read stated that I must eat more eggs and leafy vege. I eat all these stuffs everyday but still my condition remains intact since the past 2 years. What the fart…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I told my mom about it and asked her whether I should go to get myself some iron pills from Pusat Kesihatan(PK) in UKM. My mom said I should and encouraged me to go. Since seeing doctor at PK is free, so I went :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I waited for half an hour before it was my turn to meet the doctor. The doctor advised me to go through a blood test to see the difference before and after I take iron pills. So I went to the lab and the lab assistant extracted about 30 ml of blood from my body. Gosh, 30 ml…I got the result and went back to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The doctor said my iron level is just sufficient for myself to survive alone but not enough to be donated to others. In other words, ANEMIA!!!! She said my diet was okay just that the iron level in my blood is a bit low compare to a normal person. I think all the iron tends to leave my body when I was perioding. Maybe they prefer the vast outside world to my tiny little body. Kidding…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the doctor gave me some iron pills just enough for me to consume for 2 weeks. Apart from that, she also gave me vitamin C and folic acid pills. She said merely taking iron pills, the iron won’t change into blood in my body. So I also need to take vitamin C and folic acid to turn the iron into blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hopefully, my blood will be full of iron after 2 weeks :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF6c6l11lI/AAAAAAAABFo/GoggpvhfJsA/s1600-h/SDC18348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF6c6l11lI/AAAAAAAABFo/GoggpvhfJsA/s320/SDC18348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296649273947313746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Iron&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF6OFqivDI/AAAAAAAABFg/dArbBDRuz8A/s1600-h/SDC18349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF6OFqivDI/AAAAAAAABFg/dArbBDRuz8A/s320/SDC18349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296649019221785650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vitamin C&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF5_iKlC9I/AAAAAAAABFY/2Adv5wKYPds/s1600-h/SDC18350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF5_iKlC9I/AAAAAAAABFY/2Adv5wKYPds/s320/SDC18350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296648769174309842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;folic acid&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/37484185-2600003171035475881?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2600003171035475881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2600003171035475881&amp;isPopup=true' title='72 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2600003171035475881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2600003171035475881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/anemia.html' title='Anemia'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SYF6c6l11lI/AAAAAAAABFo/GoggpvhfJsA/s72-c/SDC18348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8971394787570861576</id><published>2009-01-29T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:41:06.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>People change</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Everyone is evolving. Everyone just has to evolve. Some people are constantly evolving, while some might just evolve once in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately I notice that some people around me have changed, tremendously. I am so shocked to see them change. I am shocked but not happy because they become worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do people change because of the cruel environment? Or people don’t change at all but just reveal who they really are, after so many years I know them? It’s really saddening to see them treat you differently, as if you guys were strangers, from the beginning of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really couldn’t understand, at all. I always think that relationship is about taking and giving. I thought I was giving all the time and expect to take from others. I was wrong. I am still wrong. I still give but I don’t seem to receive at all. Am I hoping too much? Am I hoping for something I shouldn’t hope for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-8971394787570861576?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8971394787570861576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8971394787570861576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8971394787570861576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8971394787570861576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-change.html' title='People change'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3870248776892072771</id><published>2009-01-22T03:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:42:14.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Seikisho Mask White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXd3_cjx0DI/AAAAAAAABD4/SMqJ7IWi250/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXd3_cjx0DI/AAAAAAAABD4/SMqJ7IWi250/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293831818879029298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just bought a tube of Kose Mask White today. it's a black-coloured mask and i read about it's goodness in a magazine a few years back. always thought it would cost me a few hundred for this small little tube. i was soooooooooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought it at a promotional price today, at Mid Valley. it's only 55 bucks and the promotion is valid until this Saturday only. i will try it on tomorrow and see the effects. if it is good, i will get another one for myself and one for my beloved sister as CNY gift. my ji mui also got a tube of it when we went shopping this afternoon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.kose-usa.com/products.asp?view=shop&amp;amp;collection=seikisho&amp;amp;category=sei&amp;amp;product=FMOY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get myself the &lt;a href="http://www.kose-usa.com/products.asp?view=shop&amp;amp;collection=sekkisei&amp;amp;category=sek&amp;amp;product=FMAV"&gt;Sekkisei Lotion&lt;/a&gt; too but it was too costly for me. will get it, maybe later, when i work la...hehe. for the mean time, this mask is already very good for me :) so happy la, i think i won't be able to sleep tonight. silly me~~~&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3870248776892072771?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3870248776892072771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3870248776892072771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3870248776892072771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3870248776892072771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/seikisho-mask-white.html' title='Seikisho Mask White'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXd3_cjx0DI/AAAAAAAABD4/SMqJ7IWi250/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4817267139978396586</id><published>2009-01-22T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T03:08:23.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>making choices</title><content type='html'>we need to make choices at some points of our life. some choices are easy to made, some are difficult. normally, human would always make choices after he/she lists out all the pros and cons. while some might just cast coin and let the fate decide for them. some might even elope and let the reality consume them, little by little. wise choices are difficult to make. sometimes, a person make a decision just to satisfy the people around him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeniably, human is selfish. we always strive for the best, hoping that our life can be better. in the process of achieving our ambitions, goals and targets, we indirectly hurt some people around us. aren't we selfish in a similar but different way? some people think that by doing what they have to do to achieve greatness in life, they are already successful in some way. they think they are contributing to the world but don't realise that they are just as selfish as they claim others to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, life is not easy at all. people would always have little or some comments regarding the things you do. having the need to attain what you want in life and enduring how people view you as a decent human being is not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we just do things that make ourselves happy or at least try to live happily in the little world of our own. sadly, most of these sometimes would lead people to have some comments on how we live our life. it feels so tired trying to make yourself happy and at the same time, bring happiness to the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, the choices are not left for you to decide on your own. some people around you make you choose what is not your best option so that they might be happy. in this way, they are making themselves happy and not caring much about your feelings. aren't this being selfish in a similar but different way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, can i really choose what i prefer or what i think is the best for me when i'm making choices or i can only choose to satisfy the people around me?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4817267139978396586?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4817267139978396586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4817267139978396586&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4817267139978396586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4817267139978396586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/making-choices.html' title='making choices'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4572137532336734707</id><published>2009-01-18T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:11:32.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Gender Discrimination!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXLHH6YFIuI/AAAAAAAABDs/WXaHkrZK6J0/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXLHH6YFIuI/AAAAAAAABDs/WXaHkrZK6J0/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292511450857022178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was searching for job on the internet and I came across this advertisement. A company was looking for Technical Service Engineer. The company wanted only male candidates. What the fart...GENDER DISCRIMINATION is it??? The package was good and the company only benefit the male candidates. So unfair...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4572137532336734707?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4572137532336734707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4572137532336734707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4572137532336734707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4572137532336734707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/gender-discrimination.html' title='Gender Discrimination!!!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SXLHH6YFIuI/AAAAAAAABDs/WXaHkrZK6J0/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1338911985848731582</id><published>2009-01-13T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:18:22.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>unexpectedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i overstepped the border once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i should remain stationary for a while.&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/37484185-1338911985848731582?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1338911985848731582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1338911985848731582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1338911985848731582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1338911985848731582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/unexpectedly.html' title='unexpectedly'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3381935118941731936</id><published>2009-01-12T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:06:51.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>so crazy over Jim Brickman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWobQRLcXXI/AAAAAAAABDk/YBrAdRYo8V0/s1600-h/3e2b7fe1fc32eaeaf1856bf287ccda6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWobQRLcXXI/AAAAAAAABDk/YBrAdRYo8V0/s400/3e2b7fe1fc32eaeaf1856bf287ccda6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290070678603324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okok. i know the picture is a lil' too big but hey, it's Jim Brickman!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not crazy over his physical body or look or appearance or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;he's one talented guy. he really impressed me with his talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracks included in this album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;angel eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;valentine feat. Martina McBride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocket to the moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love of my life feat. Michael W. Smith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;by heart feat. Laura Creamer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;destiny feat. Jordan Hill &amp;amp; Billy Porter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero's dream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Partners in crime feat. Dave Koz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the gift feat. Collin Raye &amp;amp; Susan Ashton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;simple things feat. Rebecca Lynn Howard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;til i see you again feat. Mark Schultz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my love is here feat. Roch Voisine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like, i mean i love 'angel eyes' so much that i almost cried the first time i listened to it. later, i fell in love with all the songs in this album. Seen said i was retarded for almost cried by listening to the song. what the fart...&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i'm an instrumental musics freak.&lt;br /&gt;i used to have one album where all the tracks were of instrumental musics but i lost it and was sad for some while.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i got this album from my sister, i am soooooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;another point that must be highlighted in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3381935118941731936?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3381935118941731936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3381935118941731936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3381935118941731936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3381935118941731936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-crazy-over-jim-brickman.html' title='so crazy over Jim Brickman'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWobQRLcXXI/AAAAAAAABDk/YBrAdRYo8V0/s72-c/3e2b7fe1fc32eaeaf1856bf287ccda6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7079581814339819212</id><published>2009-01-07T02:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:31:28.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>addicted to Facebook</title><content type='html'>i started to have a Facebook account since last week. since then, i have been logging in to Facebook for countless times per day. mostly because i have a pet in Facebook and i need to feed it, bath it and play with it.&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOlSn2sxCI/AAAAAAAABCs/8LOZJbQ4JF8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOlSn2sxCI/AAAAAAAABCs/8LOZJbQ4JF8/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288252126817731618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my pet, Shorty. Shorty is cute, isn't it? =)&lt;br /&gt;ps: i just bought Shorty a new pants today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok, i might sound a bit childish. but Shengwa, such a serious guy also has a pet wor and he is at the top list in pet society among my friends. so, what more, i can play too. haha.&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOoedRBsAI/AAAAAAAABC8/Z2_vUb-90jE/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOoedRBsAI/AAAAAAAABC8/Z2_vUb-90jE/s400/untitled4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288255628668678146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see Shengwa at second place there?&lt;br /&gt;and Seen, the lame guy, at seventh place. so lame. LOL&lt;br /&gt;it's so merry and happening in Facebook, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on top of that, i also play Geo challenge and i'm improving very fast at it. ahem...i have to admit that i'm a very fast learner. 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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOp46qbgRI/AAAAAAAABDE/ho2xbKsiErg/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOp46qbgRI/AAAAAAAABDE/ho2xbKsiErg/s400/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288257182748082450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in just about a week, i already score 8226 points, ranking number 5.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't give up easily and kept on playing and playing and just now, i broke my own record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOqRW4y6kI/AAAAAAAABDM/anYC2gfFucg/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOqRW4y6kI/AAAAAAAABDM/anYC2gfFucg/s400/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288257602641390146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see, 9297 points!&lt;br /&gt;Seen, i challenge you.&lt;br /&gt;i will beat you by next week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you don't know which one is me,&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOq1bkHQ8I/AAAAAAAABDU/XRjAvo1fdn8/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOq1bkHQ8I/AAAAAAAABDU/XRjAvo1fdn8/s400/untitled3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288258222372111298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this is me, in the red circle.&lt;br /&gt;the wise girl with a pure, innocent looking face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: if you don't know what is pet society or geo challenge, explore it yourself in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should end here. this is a lame post. someone complaint that i didn't update my blog already &gt;.&lt; . &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/37484185-7079581814339819212?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7079581814339819212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7079581814339819212&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7079581814339819212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7079581814339819212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/addicted-to-facebook.html' title='addicted to Facebook'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SWOlSn2sxCI/AAAAAAAABCs/8LOZJbQ4JF8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-9050556004903468421</id><published>2009-01-03T21:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:04:39.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>welcoming 2009</title><content type='html'>The New Year's Eve celebration the other day was fun. about 20 of us celebrated the countdown to 2009 in a club at Asian Heritage area. we were at Maison that night.&lt;br /&gt;i really had a lot of fun that night, got to know new friends, got to see some coursemates and got to go to club with friends that i can trust and rely on. yeah, it was fun.&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV9xukMKB8I/AAAAAAAABCM/bgqN53IA6LQ/s1600-h/n637117638_1313732_510.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV9xukMKB8I/AAAAAAAABCM/bgqN53IA6LQ/s400/n637117638_1313732_510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287069532358838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia qi-chee wei-yun xin- seen-me-tze khang&lt;br /&gt;(yun xin and tze khang were 2 of the new friends i met that night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV90iYrXFAI/AAAAAAAABCU/12VT-N09aMI/s1600-h/n637117638_1328543_2647.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV90iYrXFAI/AAAAAAAABCU/12VT-N09aMI/s400/n637117638_1328543_2647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287072621644944386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tze khang-yun xin-me-kean-shengwa-seen-chee wei-kk-half kengsern&lt;br /&gt;(kk, another new friend i met that night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i kinda hated the sofa at maison, it was so awkward and i didn't know how to sit so that i could spare some space for others. the decoration at maison wasn't that bad. for me, it was kinda spacious and it has a balcony facing the DJ. but the musics were lousy and i didn't enjoy the musics very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV91ftX1cjI/AAAAAAAABCc/jWQzJoQ-15c/s1600-h/n637117638_1328541_2102.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV91ftX1cjI/AAAAAAAABCc/jWQzJoQ-15c/s400/n637117638_1328541_2102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287073675172213298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-yun xin-chee wei-seen-kk&lt;br /&gt;(we took this picture at the balcony when everyone was passing by, like nobody's business. we tried sooooo many times fitting our faces into the camera screen. the fact has proven that kk and my face are too big. we should start dieting now!&lt;br /&gt;ps: i likey this picture very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that night, we saw a lot of transexuals in maison(no offence to them). they were even sexier than us, the ladies. i salute them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the countdown to 2009 at the dance floor, we went back to our lame sofa and hang out there until we left the club. we drank and danced to the max. almost everyone who went that night commented that i was drunk and out of my mind. only seen and chee wei knew i wasn't drunk. i was high and happy. hey! it was the first day of 2009, cheer up and be merry!!! to seen and chee wei, thanks bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV938p0QKUI/AAAAAAAABCk/5XTBlgKY_PM/s1600-h/n637117638_1328542_2368.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV938p0QKUI/AAAAAAAABCk/5XTBlgKY_PM/s400/n637117638_1328542_2368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287076371457124674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chee wei-seen-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: going to club doesn't make me a bad person :)&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/37484185-9050556004903468421?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/9050556004903468421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=9050556004903468421&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9050556004903468421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9050556004903468421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-2009.html' title='welcoming 2009'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SV9xukMKB8I/AAAAAAAABCM/bgqN53IA6LQ/s72-c/n637117638_1313732_510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6536995916237025174</id><published>2008-12-29T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:16:17.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>fish and its bones</title><content type='html'>i went back to Johor yesterday and just came back today. i had only been in my hometown for less than 24 hours. what the...[-.-''']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was the first time i went back with my brother ONLY. well, the journey was quite pleasant. as per usual, my brother would jam songs throughout the whole journey. nothing was more interesting than seeing him performed stunts i.e. overtook all the car that slowed him down. i only realised that Honda City has a function called '7 speed mode' yesterday. was i a jakun? anyway...i had a few conversation with my brother. it felt odd because my brother wasn't a person that would initiate conversation with us, his family, especially when he grew older. there was a moment where he asked me something and i felt embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro: when are you graduating?&lt;br /&gt;me: may, next year lo&lt;br /&gt;bro: as what? master ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: *surprised* no lah! degree nia&lt;br /&gt;bro: how's results? first class?&lt;br /&gt;me: *embarrassed* no la, second upper nia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a straight A students all the while, except for SPM. i realised that i was fading away, especially in studies lately. didn't manage to score well, didn't have any motivation to study. so pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still have another one semester left. i tell myself, i will play hard and study hard. after all, this is the last 5 months to be an undergrad. haha. looking back at 2008, i realise that time flies supersonically. pheww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as per usual, i tapao bento that my mom made for me. my mom usually prepares me bento when i go back to KL. this time, i had egg and fish, what a healthy meal! when i was eating the fish, i thought of my dad. my dad would always remove bone from the flesh of the fish whenever my mom cooked fish at home. we i.e. my siblings and i would eat the boneless flesh of the fish while my dad busied himself extracting the bones. by the time we had done eating, to leave the table, my dad only ate one bite of rice from his rice bowl. i miss those days...my mom also extracted bones from the fish these days, for me, ONLY. (ps: to my siblings, she would act as if: jaga yourself lar)*hehe* but the feeling was not the same. i really miss my dad but i do love my mom too. sigh, just miss those day when my dad was still around. he was a very cool and quiet person, but somehow, his presence gave me a reason to stay at home, and feel the warmth of a happy and complete family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart would go sad whenever i see any uncles wondering aimlessly on the streets or families going outing with their DADs. i am jealous. although everyone in the family grows stronger and tougher, i still feel the lost that cannot be replaced. this year will be the second year to celebrate CNY without my dad. every year, my dad would grill bak gua for us, at his friend's shop. we would eat as much as we could. i tell you, the bak gua he grilled was the best in the world. he was very skilful in grilling bak gua back then. the bak gua was perfectly grilled yet not charred. ever since he passed away, i have been eating less bak gua and chocolate. he had been feeding us with chocolate since we were young and we ended up loving chocolate so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my dad, i still hope that he can be here, to celebrate CNY with us. i still want to celebrate even a small bliss in everyday of my life with my precious daddy...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-6536995916237025174?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6536995916237025174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6536995916237025174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6536995916237025174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6536995916237025174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/fish-and-its-bones.html' title='fish and its bones'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8886556121578198869</id><published>2008-12-25T14:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:47:41.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Kek sei!!!!</title><content type='html'>today is supposed to be a merry and happy day coz it's Christmas, the day where Jesus Christ was born. i went to church for morning service and went back after lunch. received a few presents =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went well for the whole day until when i was on my way back. i encountered a few stupid drivers who couldn't drive well on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1 &lt;/span&gt;Old Honda&lt;br /&gt;there was this malay uncle driving an old, brown-coloured honda. the uncle was very revengeful. the uncle was trying to change to the inner lane as the most left outer lane was going to end after about 50 m. i (red-coloured car) was in front and more to the inner lane compare to the old Honda. thus, it's logical for me to change to the inner lane first. BTW, i was going at a higher speed as well, so, it's also logical for me to change to the inner lane first. suddenly, this old uncle gave me a loud and long honk. i was like, what the fart! what's wrong with this old uncle. he memang tak syiok me for i get to change to the inner lane before him. so, yeah, he honked me. bloody fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMs_QGNX8I/AAAAAAAABBU/SMNlL_tX7a8/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMs_QGNX8I/AAAAAAAABBU/SMNlL_tX7a8/s200/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283616253000114114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ok. i got to change to the inner lane first. since i was at the inner lane, it's normal to speed off, in order to avoid slowing down others oncoming cars. i would occasionally look at the rear mirror, to see the cars behind. i noticed that i had sped off quite fast and left the old Honda behind, about 50 to 100 m away from my car. this old Honda memang tak syiok me, he sped on and got closer to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMvl2BtDcI/AAAAAAAABBc/sEYXByi3A1g/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMvl2BtDcI/AAAAAAAABBc/sEYXByi3A1g/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283619115040050626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by that time, he was on the inner lane. he memang tak syiok me, i tell you. suddenly, out of my surprise, he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMwUqGZ9bI/AAAAAAAABBk/2APc6a_utTc/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMwUqGZ9bI/AAAAAAAABBk/2APc6a_utTc/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283619919292396978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he tried to startled me by suddenly drove onto my lane. his car and mine were a about a few inches away. WHAT THE FART! i was driving peacefully on my lane and he purposely sped on just to startle me. what more, i immediately avoid his car by turning slightly to the left side but still remain on the same lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMxSw8uJqI/AAAAAAAABBs/Mr4sThyYXOA/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMxSw8uJqI/AAAAAAAABBs/Mr4sThyYXOA/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283620986282714786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, there was no car behind! and the stupid old uncle sped on and got in front of me and on the same lane as me! WHAT THE STUPID FART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMyIOkwYOI/AAAAAAAABB0/slndZrS56O8/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMyIOkwYOI/AAAAAAAABB0/slndZrS56O8/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283621904768327906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after he got in front of my car, he stepped on his brake and reduced his speed to about 40 km/hr. i was at that time at about 80 km/hr. what more, i nearly hit him and i immediately stepped on my brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing the situation, i immediately gave him a long and loud honk for 2 times. i was so angry. i was furious, to be exact. i couldn't remember whether i cursed him. without hesitating, i changed to the inner lane and sped off to leave his car behind. then, he suddenly slow down and made a turn on the left. i was like, what that fart was wrong with this old uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: actually, i wanted to use 'hag' to call this uncle, but 'hag' is only used for evil-looking old woman. if anyone knows any words i can use to describe him in a nasty way, please leave me a comment. i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2 &lt;/span&gt;Nissan&lt;br /&gt;when i was in Kajang town and on the way back to my house in fasa 3, i encountered another car, a stupid one. it was a green-coloured Nissan. he was slow and was scared to make any move. i was behind his car. he remained stationary for a few moments despite there were a few chances that he could take to move on. FYI, Kajang is kinda jam most of the time. i was furious and still terkejut because of the old Honda just now. man! this Nissan really got me on my nerves! he kept making me to step on my brake for a few times because he was reluctant or too timid to make a move. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; Kenari&lt;br /&gt;towards approaching fasa 4, there was another car, a silver-coloured Kelisa. this time, it was a reckless car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVM0yHSb_sI/AAAAAAAABB8/Dfu9MFIS33Y/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVM0yHSb_sI/AAAAAAAABB8/Dfu9MFIS33Y/s200/untitled2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283624823390207682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because the most left outer lane was going to end soon, so this Kelisa changed to the right inner lane. it was logical to do that also lar. i didn't blame the Kelisa. i was that time driving at 80 km/hr. after the Kelisa managed to change to the inner lane and got in front of me, the driver didn't speed on and drove at 30 km/hr. i was like, what the fart, i made an emergency brake and all the thing dropped off from the passenger seat. i gave that car a honk. BTW, the Kelisa didn't give any signal to move to the right when it was going to change to the inner lane but i knew what it was going to do at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! i wonder how people drive nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;similarity in these 3 cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;they were uncles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they were malays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they were reckless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they were stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i decided to stay at home for the whole day. i knew, it wasn't a good day for me =(&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-8886556121578198869?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8886556121578198869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8886556121578198869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8886556121578198869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8886556121578198869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/kek-sei.html' title='Kek sei!!!!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVMs_QGNX8I/AAAAAAAABBU/SMNlL_tX7a8/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3815684005557954600</id><published>2008-12-24T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:34:59.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Christmas present on MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVJWL6ZHU0I/AAAAAAAABBM/mzKT3UciN-0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVJWL6ZHU0I/AAAAAAAABBM/mzKT3UciN-0/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283380075512156994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friend, kit how, sent me this drawing. he drew it on MSN&lt;br /&gt;so colourful and pretty&lt;br /&gt;Sammy is happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/37484185-3815684005557954600?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3815684005557954600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3815684005557954600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3815684005557954600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3815684005557954600'/><link 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type='text'>results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;result for last semester is finally out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was terrified before this. i did badly in Chemical Process Safety subject. i even dream that i was going to fail that subject. but thank God! prayers really work eh! =) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;banzai to the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my latest result is better than the previous one. i am very happy about it. i'm still very happy =)&lt;br /&gt;my result is quite average if compare to others, but i am satisfied. after all, i'm competing with myself, not others. who cares if others got a lot better than me. but i wish them well and a lot of congrats to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried profusely the moment i saw my result on the computer screen. i couldn't believe my eyes. i just hoped not to fail any subjects but my hope not only came true. my result was better than what i've expected. my tears were tears of joy. joy that couldn't be described using any words ever existed in this world. not even Jane Austen could describe my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: is this the defining moments i have mentioned in the &lt;a href="http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder-what-has-police-been-doing-all.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;? still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...i feel so relieved. it gives me more motivation to do better next semester, which is the 8th semester, my last semester as a lame and lauya Chemical Engineering undergrad. am doing my &lt;a href="http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-thesis-title.html"&gt;thesis&lt;/a&gt; and i hope to finish it as soon as possible. will be doing viscosity test tomorrow. i just hope that KGM will have similar characteristics as gelatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one more day to Christmas. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And a happy new year"&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVEYXtL7JEI/AAAAAAAABBE/YMypgii2-ww/s1600-h/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVEYXtL7JEI/AAAAAAAABBE/YMypgii2-ww/s320/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283030633427969090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoopy wants to have a Merry Christmas, so is Sammy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title='results!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SVEYXtL7JEI/AAAAAAAABBE/YMypgii2-ww/s72-c/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3336499962204418160</id><published>2008-12-23T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:08:42.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone said'/><title type='text'>Jesus said~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from Luke 12:15&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3336499962204418160?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3336499962204418160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3336499962204418160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3336499962204418160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3336499962204418160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cAF86WVNEO4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out! this guy is super slut and funny&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3900061167874412085?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3900061167874412085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3900061167874412085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>i wonder, what has the police been doing all these time? yesterday, after i went yum cha with seen, i saw a bunch of mat rempit gangstering the street. not just a bunch. almost 3 to 4 groups of mat rempit on different streets. i was so scared but luckily, i was safe. luckily there were a few other cars on the road. i almost pee in my pants and i kept on uttering words of prayer to God. luckily, i had to turn into roads with a lot of bumps to get back home. logically and philosophically thinking, mat rempit would avoid bumpy and slopy roads as these roads couldn't give them the oomph to rempit on. i always hated bumps but for once in my life, i actually loved bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, my friend also encountered mat rempit on her way back home where a bunch of mat rempit surrounded her car. her experience was more terrifying than mine. she quickly drove to the nearest police station and asked for help from the police. she told me the whole scenario where mat rempit followed her car, in front, left, right and behind her car. the police told her that, normally, there would be no mat rempit on weekdays and they couldn't escort or put up road blocks on the streets, for further actions. what the fart! what's wrong with the police? i thought one of their responsibilities was to protect us. it is because of their couldn't-be-bothered-attitude that makes those mat rempit getting more and more outrageous. i know, polices are also humans and they have their own family to take care of. but they had made their vow, to take up the responsibility, to be dedicated, to try their best to be what a police should be/do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo speechless. sigh. double sigh. triple sigh. enough with the police. eventually, it would end up with lots of disappointments when it comes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming soon, very soon. every year, i would spend my christmas in my hometown. but this is the first time i'll be spending christmas in KL. have some plans in hands but we'll see. hope i can have a nice and enjoyable christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year almost comes to the end and i realise that 2008 is such a short year for me. haven't really done much. haven't really experienced much. i couldn't even recall what has happened throughout the year. but deep inside my heart, i know that, family is the most important of all. i found a few close friends that i can trust and share problems with. i had done my internship and experienced what it was like to work in the society. i became more matured and thought deeply most of the time. i lost my car. i experienced the most bias situation that a person could experience. i saw how a person could be so fake and yet it was the most natural side of that person that was hidden deep in that person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is plain yet intriguing. i feel that something big is going to happen in my life. the most determining, the most anticipated moment in my life is going to happen soon. i don't know what is it but i know i want it very much. weird la...haha.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-877801453692255639?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/877801453692255639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=877801453692255639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/877801453692255639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/877801453692255639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder-what-has-police-been-doing-all.html' title='2008'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5917873917700891588</id><published>2008-12-17T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:32:18.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone said'/><title type='text'>L. D. Stamp said~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those that survive are stalwart, rugged men&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/37484185-5917873917700891588?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5917873917700891588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5917873917700891588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5917873917700891588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5917873917700891588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/l-d-stamp-said.html' title='L. D. Stamp said~~~'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7652999338269876070</id><published>2008-12-15T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:48:11.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>cut cut cut</title><content type='html'>The economy is getting worse each day. By the time i grad, i think the economy will be even worse. i should have taken a 3-year-course and grad by this year. if i were to take a 3-year-course, i would have secured myself a good job  now. why on earth i go and study chemical engineering, stupid me. i still can complain even i'm on the edge of completing the course, stupid me. ok, enough with the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the prices of all good hike up, and my income, which is ptptn loan given to me each semester still remain the same, i really need to cut down on my expenses. luckily the petrol price is slurping down, i mean decreasing, it's a big help of hand in this period of economy downturn *4 thumbs up (including the 2 on my feet)*&lt;br /&gt;i have thought of some useful ways to cut down on everything i can cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut down on my food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my main food will be oat and wholemeal bread from now on. goodbye to rice. don't pity me, i like eating oat and wholemeal bread. plus, the rice i can get here is white rice. my mom has cultivated healthy lifestyle for quite some time. the whole family has been eating brown rice and i'm not so into white rice anymore. so, take the advantage from this economy downturn and cultivate healthy lifestyle so that you can live a longer life. ps: live long enough to meet another economy downturn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut down on toiletries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;normally the amount of shampoo i use is about the size of a 20 cents. now i cut it down to 10 cents. while the amount of body shampoo i use is about the size of a 50 cents(X2). now i cut it down to 50 cents(X1). cut down on toothpaste from the length of the brush to half the length of the brush. turn off water pipe while soaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut down on electricity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;put lappie on standby mode when i go to bath or to store, if i don't wana shut it down. turn off fan and light when i'm not using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut down on petrol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i try to avoid travelling unnecessarily. stay at home and read books better la. my wallet will go thin whenever i step out of the house. sigh...i'm a very broke student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to clarify something. i'm saving not being stingy :D&lt;br /&gt;enough with the cutting down, or else, i will end up cutting myself into half.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7652999338269876070?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7652999338269876070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7652999338269876070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7652999338269876070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7652999338269876070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/cut-cut-cut.html' title='cut cut cut'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-9178288594807820562</id><published>2008-12-14T17:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:05:36.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>离别是为了走更远的路</title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating for such a long time. i went back to my hometown where internet was less accessible. but now i'm back and i'm back for more action. waaachaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;now, i have a record of driving alone for almost 400 km, muahahhaha. now, who say girls are lousy drivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always say: 休息是为了走更远的路&lt;br /&gt;but i say: 离别是为了走更远的路&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda sad to be away from my mom after about a month at home.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to continue my life, to pursue and put a full stop (as perfect as possible)  to end my studies. although i will be sad for quite some time, it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i will be graduating in less than 6 months from now. i always thought i wanted this very much but i'm not exactly that happy right now. thinking of having to work on weekdays for the whole year makes me sick. anyway, it can't be that bad right? i believe God has a good plan for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will go to fac tomorrow to really start doing lab for my thesis. been wasting a lot of time doing nothing for my thesis. i heard that some even go back to fac on weekends to do their lab. walao, so hardworking. shame on me for being so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i had finished reading a novel, 'pride and prejudice' after a few attempts to read it since last year, if i'm not mistaken. the novel was great and not disappointing at all. my last fiction book was the one written by John Grisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a long day. need to try-and-error on using the viscosity tester. hope i can master all the knowledge by myself within a day. good luck to me. wanna watch my fave anime, bleach before continue reading some journals. later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-9178288594807820562?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/9178288594807820562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=9178288594807820562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9178288594807820562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9178288594807820562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='离别是为了走更远的路'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1026720748649916219</id><published>2008-11-17T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:22:21.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SSFFVa6s-kI/AAAAAAAABA0/IIP5RUPaX68/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 65px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SSFFVa6s-kI/AAAAAAAABA0/IIP5RUPaX68/s400/image0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269569273305299522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see what is it on the pic above??&lt;br /&gt;cannot right?&lt;br /&gt;now close you eyes 90% (how to know if your eyes are 90% close? you will know when you can read the words) and you will be able to see it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1026720748649916219?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1026720748649916219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1026720748649916219&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7279166766759983151</id><published>2008-11-16T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:02:01.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer for dementia test</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you are at second place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you cannot overtake last person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4100&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he just has to open his mouth and ask, he's not mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7279166766759983151?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7279166766759983151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7279166766759983151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7279166766759983151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7279166766759983151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/answer-for-dementia-test.html' title='answer for dementia test'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7048893229977443869</id><published>2008-11-12T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:59:47.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>test for dementia</title><content type='html'>to all viewer, please answer the question below and put your answer in the comment box, i will reveal the answer in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second place person. What position are you in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are in a race, and you overtake the last person, then you are?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Do not use calculator)Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary's father has five daughters. Nana, Nene, Nini, Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. Now if there's a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Have fun trying those questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adapted from an e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7048893229977443869?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7048893229977443869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7048893229977443869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7048893229977443869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7048893229977443869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/test-for-dementia.html' title='test for dementia'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3457496089918756311</id><published>2008-11-09T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:28:52.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>care</title><content type='html'>i care because i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people don't bother that i care&lt;br /&gt;some people don't even care that i bother&lt;br /&gt;so, why do i care to bother?&lt;br /&gt;why do i bother to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should not care at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should not love at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i should stop caring&lt;br /&gt;and stop loving at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you always have hope in people&lt;br /&gt;the more you hope, the more disappointed you will get&lt;br /&gt;because people = disappointment&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3457496089918756311?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3457496089918756311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3457496089918756311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3457496089918756311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3457496089918756311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/care.html' title='care'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3125736476572116804</id><published>2008-11-07T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:57:48.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>annoyed</title><content type='html'>i feel very annoyed today. most probably because people around me are doing something that i detest and 'detonate' the bomb inside of me. i am a creature of 'high flammability' and get angry mad easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate people not replying my messages, be it smses or messages in msn. to me, not replying messages is not being responsible for your own act and not respecting the person sending you the messages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate people delay in giving me answer when i inquire. just say NO or YES if you don't want/not willing or want/willing. there's nothing wrong in being frank. being frank is better than procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate people accusing me for nothing. something that i didn't do, please do not simply say it out and point your accusing fingers towards me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate people who get advantages from me or use me for their own happiness or benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can handle the truth. if i did something wrong or terstep your tail, tell me straight, face to face.  so please DO NOT defame me in front of others to take revenge on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate it when people make me wait. my limit is half an hour, more than that, you will see me with a tak syiok face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unless some urgent or important matters, i hate people breaking promises.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;being a friend, the most basic thing is to know your friend's dislikes and likes. putting effort to understand your friend shows how much you cherish the friendship and the relationship between both of you. putting effort to understand your friend is the most fundamental thing on your friendship-to-do-list to maintain your friendship with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can say that i'm very demanding but this is me. yeah yeah, i'm no miss good, i'm a bad person...who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feel annoyed and sibeh tak syiok. i lost the mood to blog...later&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3125736476572116804?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3125736476572116804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3125736476572116804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3125736476572116804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3125736476572116804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoyed.html' title='annoyed'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-661797262434101591</id><published>2008-11-06T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:41:27.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>guys...speechless</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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLXnGXEttI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wP3MBuJ_Jbc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLXnGXEttI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wP3MBuJ_Jbc/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265507981071791826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you guys must be kidding me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seriously, are guys THAT blind nowadays??!!&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/37484185-661797262434101591?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLXnGXEttI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wP3MBuJ_Jbc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2658661588371062187</id><published>2008-11-06T18:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:28:16.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>potato omelette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE potato and egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i created this recipe and i named it potato omelette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 potato(medium size)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;oil&lt;br /&gt;black pepper&lt;br /&gt;green onion (optional)&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;steamed the potato until it's fully cooked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mash the potato until it become pulp in a big bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beat the eggs together with the potato in the bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add in a pinch of salt, pepper, green onion to the mixture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook the egg until it is golden-brownish on a fry pan or wok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLSds4TEvI/AAAAAAAABAA/lHIiDkioalU/s1600-h/DSC03366.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLSds4TEvI/AAAAAAAABAA/lHIiDkioalU/s400/DSC03366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265502322054861554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLS2didDDI/AAAAAAAABAI/2ake0NSGEbg/s1600-h/DSC03367.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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLS2didDDI/AAAAAAAABAI/2ake0NSGEbg/s400/DSC03367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265502747433438258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure the egg is in sufficient amount to cover all the potato, or else, the whole thing won't be able to solidify and you will end up making sramble egg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hmm...i don't suggest you to put green onion coz it'll cover the taste of potato but my mom was cooking with me and she thought it needed green onion...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black pepper is a must! black pepper will bring the omelette to a whole new level of taste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;enjoy the potato omelette...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2658661588371062187?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2658661588371062187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2658661588371062187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2658661588371062187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2658661588371062187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/potato-omelette.html' title='potato omelette'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SRLSds4TEvI/AAAAAAAABAA/lHIiDkioalU/s72-c/DSC03366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6092831328688393611</id><published>2008-11-06T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:54:07.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>Last paper today.&lt;br /&gt;will blog tonight...&lt;br /&gt;holiday starts after 6pm&lt;br /&gt;weee.....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-6092831328688393611?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6092831328688393611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6092831328688393611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6092831328688393611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6092831328688393611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2987829947606032655</id><published>2008-11-01T01:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:52:10.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stewpid people....speechless</title><content type='html'>Received an e-mail that cursed people AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" forward this e-mail within 13 minutes, or else, how many people will die within 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who forward this e-mail will win lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something sacred, follow the instructions and forward it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!!! As if i would send it to curse my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please la people out there. don't be so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stupid and naive&lt;/span&gt;. so cold-blooded, save yourself by cursing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAMMY HATES THESE KIND OF FRIENDS. BACK-OFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if i receive this type of e-mail again, his/her name will be blocked and i will blog him/her kao kao, in a harsh and nasty way!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2987829947606032655?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2987829947606032655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2987829947606032655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2987829947606032655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2987829947606032655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/stewpid-peoplespeechless.html' title='stewpid people....speechless'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-9057406584264478884</id><published>2008-11-01T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:46:47.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>bloggers rock!</title><content type='html'>don't have the mood to study, so, here i am, blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something terrible happened during class just now. em...it's not terrible lar, just a kid, too rich and had nothing to do, cari pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether or not i should blog about this. anyhow, just a flash back on what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were this X and Z. Z blogged something about X, something nasty but i believed it's true. then X hired a lawyer to called Z and demanded Z to do something about the blog. Z didn't even write X's name in the blog but the description about X, well, everyone in the class knew it was about X. so, Z decided to apologise publicly to X.&lt;br /&gt;Z apologised because Z didn't want the matter to get worse and bring it to court. most important of all, Z didn't want to involve her family with something as small as a post in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, fine, Z was very courageous and worthy of our supports. more than half of the class supported Z, including &lt;a href="http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-patt.html"&gt;me. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda salute Z for her deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;she admitted what she did and bravely apologised for it. (which i think she is not wrong at all)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she was matured and did what an adult should do, unlike X, haih...so mou liu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she knew how to protect herself and her family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she's a peacemaker (so yeng!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;some might think that she's not defending herself well enough. BUT i think, sometimes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the best form of defense is not defensing herself at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i HATE those who stirred up the freedom of blogging. hey, in this world, especially malaysia, although it's a so-called democratic country, it isn't THAT democratic at all. try being a lil more outspoken, you'll end up in, who knows where. so, blog is the best way to express opinions freely, in my humble opinion lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana make a petition here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please leave bloggers alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let bloggers have the freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let bloggers blog whatever they want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overrule all the act and law that restricts bloggers to have freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-9057406584264478884?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/9057406584264478884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=9057406584264478884&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9057406584264478884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9057406584264478884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggers-rock.html' title='bloggers rock!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1881110929955110436</id><published>2008-10-31T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:35:39.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dear Patt,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL SUPPORT YOU FOREVER!!!&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/37484185-1881110929955110436?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1881110929955110436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1881110929955110436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1881110929955110436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1881110929955110436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-patt.html' title='Dear Patt,'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4235834227711028894</id><published>2008-10-30T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:31:21.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for those who watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul_Society#Setting"&gt;bleach&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh my gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nel is former Espada No. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow wow wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SQicZYCN26I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/twEtr_TbMlk/s1600-h/%5BDB%5D_Bleach_147_%5BD995EABD%5D.avi_000354895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SQicZYCN26I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/twEtr_TbMlk/s400/%5BDB%5D_Bleach_147_%5BD995EABD%5D.avi_000354895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262628124344834978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SQidQCbusBI/AAAAAAAAA_o/xV7VysbdmCc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SQidQCbusBI/AAAAAAAAA_o/xV7VysbdmCc/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262629063439069202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faint faint faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: biggest shock i got from Bleach, so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4235834227711028894?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4235834227711028894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4235834227711028894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4235834227711028894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4235834227711028894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-those-who-watch-bleach-oh-my-gosh.html' title='what?!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SQicZYCN26I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/twEtr_TbMlk/s72-c/%5BDB%5D_Bleach_147_%5BD995EABD%5D.avi_000354895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5648009972146633747</id><published>2008-10-28T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:56:12.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>at random</title><content type='html'>final exam is just around the corner.i'm totally moodless to study now. sigh. this is the worst thing i expect to happen and now it's happening, 24 hours per day. man, i just hope i can concentrate in my studies.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; how i hope all the fact can jump into my mind without me exerting any forces on them when i just plain staring at the notes&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, i only have 2 papers for this final but i cannot use it as an excuse to delay doing my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is super hot and this increases my moodless mood to study. sigh. even gulping a dozen of 100Plus cannot alleviate the heat i'm suffering from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting those saddening stuffs aside, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm getting my car next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! i know, you are happy for me too right..hehe^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday, Gary called me, he told me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his car got stolen the other day&lt;/span&gt;. he asked me what to do next. gosh, what has happened to our country? car thefts happen everywhere. what are the polices doing out there? just nab all the car theft syndicates and put those asses behind bars already. do they even know how it feels when your 'baby' got stolen? all the installment paid can be considered gone to the drain once your car got stolen. finding back your car in a good condition is another matter. sigh...selalu OPS SIKAP, but not capturing those bad people and put them in jails. did i mention that, someone attempt to steal my sister's car? that's another unreported case. can you imagine how many car thefts cases happen in the country everyday?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DEAR BELOVED POLICE UNCLE AND POLICE AUNTIE, PLEASE TAKE SOME ACTIONS AND DO SOMETHING TO PROTECT US (WHO PAID THE TAXES) ALREADY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corrupted world, corrupted malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. cheers, malaysian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-5648009972146633747?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5648009972146633747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5648009972146633747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5648009972146633747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5648009972146633747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-random.html' title='at random'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2539607116594324107</id><published>2008-10-26T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:57:58.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>a very short post</title><content type='html'>this is going to be a short post. just wanna write something but have no mood to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been MIA for a couple of days. been sleeping for almost 48 hours in 2 days. went out for party the other day and had been drinking. i know that i'm allergic to alcohol but i still drink, you know la, going to a party, must drink a bit one mar. haha...&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm back for more action....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exam will be on first week of nov and i haven't started studying yet. feel so exhausted after completing all the assignments and project for this semester. feel so tired, wana get back to sleep again...later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2539607116594324107?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2539607116594324107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2539607116594324107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2539607116594324107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2539607116594324107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-going-to-be-short-post.html' title='a very short post'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1033794426524072688</id><published>2008-10-19T09:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:13:58.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>sammy craves for</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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPqIXRd6T3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/7MWk7Ihh9lY/s1600-h/img2767copylu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPqIXRd6T3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/7MWk7Ihh9lY/s400/img2767copylu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258665448315703154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bak gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPqJN9NeDCI/AAAAAAAAAus/yUDyrM3DNXE/s1600-h/sweet_and_sour_pork_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPqJN9NeDCI/AAAAAAAAAus/yUDyrM3DNXE/s400/sweet_and_sour_pork_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258666387770838050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture credit: blogchef.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and sour pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1033794426524072688?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1033794426524072688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1033794426524072688&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1033794426524072688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1033794426524072688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/sammy-craves-for.html' title='sammy craves for'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPqIXRd6T3I/AAAAAAAAAuk/7MWk7Ihh9lY/s72-c/img2767copylu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6987420811397034777</id><published>2008-10-16T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:32:58.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>geram</title><content type='html'>sigh, another busy week is almost over. a real hectic week is coming though. feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tired of project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired of useless group member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tired of thesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired of deadlines for assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tired of exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired of presentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a student's life. cannot complain too much. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;since started to study in this uni, i found that i've become a total complainer.&lt;br /&gt;i complain about my group members who do not contribute. i complain them for playing 'tai chi' with me (letting their part undone for me and other group members to finish up).&lt;br /&gt;i really do not know why should i work so hard for. some others are lazy but already got offers for job. sigh. life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;bias ***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bias policies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bias human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so tired. i really have no mood to go on with these stuffs. have been really down and moody lately due to all these stuffs. really feel like wanna bang my head to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like having a loooooooooooong holiday, away from here. am waiting anxiously and patiently for my semester break but i need to go lab to do my thesis also. sigh...endless works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPc0CZiZUeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EroMow-7DT8/s1600-h/yawn-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPc0CZiZUeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EroMow-7DT8/s400/yawn-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257728305797878242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-6987420811397034777?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6987420811397034777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6987420811397034777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6987420811397034777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6987420811397034777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh-another-busy-week-is-almost-over.html' title='geram'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SPc0CZiZUeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EroMow-7DT8/s72-c/yawn-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-633506186851573543</id><published>2008-10-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:33:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASS</title><content type='html'>adapted from The Star: Mind Your English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;means a person's buttock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a more impolite word to use on anyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, young people, like moi, always use this word, to tease my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sorry buddy. for me, i feel that i can grow closer to my friends by using this word while conversing&lt;/span&gt;. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in use in many ways to give a negative side of a stuff, or object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ass' can also be used as an intensifier to make the meaning of something more umph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move your ass&lt;/span&gt; - directed to a slow-moving person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get your ass in gear&lt;/span&gt;, a ruder way of putting 'move your ass'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get the lead out of your ass&lt;/span&gt;, an even ruder way of putting 'Get your ass in gear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haul ass&lt;/span&gt; - move faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be a pain in the ass&lt;/span&gt; - directed to an annoying person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That smells like ass&lt;/span&gt; - something smells bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is a big-ass piece of cake&lt;/span&gt; - That's a very big piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap-ass&lt;/span&gt; - something that is bad in quality, poorly made, poorly operated stuff e.g. computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad-assed &lt;/span&gt;- something that is sad-looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard-ass&lt;/span&gt; - harsh in a person's treatment, obstinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is a bad ass&lt;/span&gt; - indicating a person is very tough and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to kick ass&lt;/span&gt; -  to be good at something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raggedy-ass&lt;/span&gt; - shabby, beat-up, pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play with this 'ass' word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammy is a real bad-ass. although she is sometimes a pain in the ass, all in all, she is still a bad-ass. she would say ' get the lead out of your ass' when someone makes her waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was my skill in making sentences using the word 'ass'??&lt;br /&gt;great isn't it?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/english/story.asp?file=/2008/10/8/lifefocus/2200767&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a better explanation on this ass thingy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-633506186851573543?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/633506186851573543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=633506186851573543&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/633506186851573543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/633506186851573543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/ass.html' title='ASS'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6263131811517299598</id><published>2008-10-10T19:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:22:29.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>the consequence of bad-mouthing the most intimidating creatures on earth</title><content type='html'>last wednesday, siew yeng, sheng wa, keng sern and i went to the cafe for tea break. there was an evening class that day, and we grabbed something to eat so we won't starved ourselves to death at the end of the day. we chat about everything, from geography to politics, and from meteorology to sports (the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sky was cloudy and gonna rain soon&lt;/span&gt; and i suggested we ate fast and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; back). what am i trying to say? be patient, i'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also shared our opinions on the most intimidating creatures on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all hate worms especially those worms that you found moving on the toilet floor. ewwwww...just mere mentioning it here disgusts me a lot. we all hate lizards too except for keng sern. he is one crazy person for not hating and scared of lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizard is a type of reptile and it's very widespread. i mean you can find it anywhere. it's presence has never been welcomed by my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed in my old house since i was a baby til form 5 where i shifted to my new house. when i was small, i always saw dozens of lizards during the nights. i didn't see as much of them during the day. i wonder, are lizards nocturnal? anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was always a lizard that jumped onto my head or body out of sudden and i shouted everytime this happened. i would get scolding from my mom when i shouted as if there were some serious accidents. bad lizards, i got scolding because of you. lemme describe how i felt when it landed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizards' skin are cold. it's very disgusting. i could feel the coldness whenever i was in contact with lizards. it really disgusts me a lot! furthermore, lizards crawl everywhere, even on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;they crawl on the roads and come back to their so-called home sweet home to 'prey' on us, humans. roads are dirty. it is the place where cats and dogs leave their excretta, their DNA (as in fur and saliva) and all of these dried up and stick to lizards' palm. those lizards would bring back those dirts and pass it on to us, humans. ewwww...i know i am being a lil' bit over paranoid about cleanliness here, but it's true wert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night (the day after we shared opinions on how we hate lizards), a lizard said hi to me. when i opened the door of my room, something fell onto my head before it reached the back of my neck. i was scared and got frantic, half jumping and kept using my hand to swing whatever it was off my neck. i only realized it was a lizard when it fell onto the floor. siao lizard, for nothing jumped onto my head. that time i was all clean, i bathed and washed my hair. i was so darn restless knowing that the lizard donated some dirts to me. i was thinking to rewash my hair and bath once again but i gave up as it was already midnight. sob sob, stupid lizard, made me worried for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SO9GwRHvMsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vxVMfXXb7Hs/s1600-h/2455464061_3aa434412d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 777px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SO9GwRHvMsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vxVMfXXb7Hs/s400/2455464061_3aa434412d_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255497085208179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture from arofarmer.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: sheng wa and siew yeng, this is to further disgust you guys...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/37484185-6263131811517299598?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6263131811517299598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6263131811517299598&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6263131811517299598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6263131811517299598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/consequence-of-bad-mouthing-most.html' title='the consequence of bad-mouthing the most intimidating creatures on earth'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SO9GwRHvMsI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vxVMfXXb7Hs/s72-c/2455464061_3aa434412d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4241580590175139384</id><published>2008-10-08T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:04:16.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get 1 of the 24 Free Handbags NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRAB &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 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last august. yep, saddening but true.&lt;br /&gt;i reported to the insurance company. the personnel from the insurance company told me not to worry much as they would report the car theft case to the bank on behalf of me. (we are still paying installment for that car and the stewpid thief stole it!)&lt;br /&gt;a personnel from bank called today and my mom answered it. she questioned my mom why i didn't report the whole scenario to the bank and demand me to hand in the police report. the personnel also wanted my signature for some documents.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, i'd been to the bank to get the hire purchase agreement document, as needed by the insurance company. when i went to the bank, the personnel there didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt; how am i supposed to know they need my signature for some documents and i need to pass them the police report. siao eh.&lt;br /&gt;then hor, my mom scolded her and said last time we went to the bank and they didn't ask for anything from me.&lt;br /&gt;true also le, they just naturally passed me the document i needed.&lt;br /&gt;i ma selamba took it and went off lar.&lt;br /&gt;siao...&lt;br /&gt;serve them right, get scolding from my mom...haha&lt;br /&gt;way to go MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't mess with my mom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't mess with aunties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AUNTIES ROCK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2517447795514606322?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2517447795514606322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2517447795514606322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2517447795514606322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2517447795514606322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-puff-auntie.html' title='Power Puff AUNTIE!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-133254479507504251</id><published>2008-10-07T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:33:25.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>sammy wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SOtWqQfaF7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jekLGCCSNSo/s1600-h/Munchy_s_Muzic_Wafer_Cubes_200g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SOtWqQfaF7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jekLGCCSNSo/s400/Munchy_s_Muzic_Wafer_Cubes_200g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254388674239010738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;this  x5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-133254479507504251?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/133254479507504251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=133254479507504251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/133254479507504251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/133254479507504251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/sammy-wants.html' title='sammy wants'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SOtWqQfaF7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/jekLGCCSNSo/s72-c/Munchy_s_Muzic_Wafer_Cubes_200g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7167530884871496021</id><published>2008-10-07T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:34:42.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>undecided #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;what would you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;tell the truth and receive sarcasm from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you feel extremely hurtful and have some sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie and go against God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel awful and have a some sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;follow orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lose yourself forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7167530884871496021?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7167530884871496021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7167530884871496021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7167530884871496021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7167530884871496021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/undecided-2.html' title='undecided #2'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1170971590978486317</id><published>2008-10-06T23:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:59:40.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>great piece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecRu6R3qwV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecRu6R3qwV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachmaninoff Concerto N.2-I. Moderato Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU_LPAZCskI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU_LPAZCskI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachmaninoff Concerto N.2-I. Moderato Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i googled a bit on Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 2&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano_Concerto_No._2_%28Rachmaninoff%29"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, this piece was a work for C minor for piano accompanied by orchestra, composed by Sergei Rachmaninoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkvFZpOhFjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkvFZpOhFjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was played by Sergei Rachmaninoff himself (o_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was greatly touched by the performances by both Sergei Rachmaninoff and Maestro Tcherkin. the pianists and orchestras were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;i had goose bump when i first listened to this piece and i almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;i got to know this piano concerto thru an anime ~ Nodame Cantabile.&lt;br /&gt;BTW and FYI, it was such a great anime.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, please watch these videos even if you are not free =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1170971590978486317?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1170971590978486317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1170971590978486317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1170971590978486317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1170971590978486317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-touched.html' title='great piece!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-798937798714990558</id><published>2008-09-29T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T02:00:08.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>stressful</title><content type='html'>have been calculating the heat integration for my project since before i came back for holiday. i still can't get the pinch temperature no matter how i modified the source temperature, target temperature, min temperature, and the CP value. i've tried inside out and outside in, i still cannot get the pinch temperature. i'm going berserk soon enough. feel like giving up, but i can't. or else, a few people will throw me some mean words. everyone knows what a girl can do, especially b*tch. ok la, i need to stop complaining. really stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so stressful this afternoon. i gave my mom a cold shoulder. i felt so remorseful about my attitude. so immature. cannot get my problem solved and treat others badly. really need to change this bad side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder, why am i so stewpid. why my brain cannot function well? why can't i think from another angle and become another albert einstein? why can't i create newton's 4th law and name it as sammy's law? haih...i wasn't born as a genius, but was i born as an idiot????&lt;br /&gt;when i asked my mom why wasn't i born as a genius, she said genius always die at young age.&lt;br /&gt;haih...was i lucky or unlucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can win 4D and then i can stop doing anything. just eat, sleep, shop and travel, until the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wonder, why should i work so hard. as if i can get anything from my diligentness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih, gotta continue my work lieu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-798937798714990558?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/798937798714990558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=798937798714990558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/798937798714990558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/798937798714990558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/stressful.html' title='stressful'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1807685873382367391</id><published>2008-09-16T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:38:28.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>Oil prices sink already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;OI !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PAK LAH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OIL PRICE SUDAH JATUH LAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU WANNA DECREASE THE OIL PRICE IN MALAYSIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE EMPTY PROMISES ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOOO DISAPPOINTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD TO BE A MALAYSIAN, NOT CRAZY MAD BUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANGRY MAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the news on oil prices sink is according to &lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5jItdaIYf1Zb5_hsmcHbyPlf_sVBg"&gt;AFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: \_/\_/\_/  3 glasses of icy cold water also cannot cool down my anger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1807685873382367391?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1807685873382367391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1807685873382367391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1807685873382367391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1807685873382367391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/oil-prices-sink-already.html' title='Oil prices sink already'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4974087908322344548</id><published>2008-09-14T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:10:34.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMvlijJWq7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/oIbLwRyvEUI/s1600-h/haagendazsmooncakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMvlijJWq7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/oIbLwRyvEUI/s400/haagendazsmooncakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245538572715862962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no money to buy Haagen Dazs for y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah, virtual Haagen Dazs mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;most cordially from Sammy&lt;/span&gt; *peace*&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/37484185-4974087908322344548?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4974087908322344548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4974087908322344548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4974087908322344548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4974087908322344548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMvlijJWq7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/oIbLwRyvEUI/s72-c/haagendazsmooncakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4326089804809797643</id><published>2008-09-12T15:33:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:47:18.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>my precious collection</title><content type='html'>my anime collection...hehe^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the law of ueki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoe2vJHYVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/SZpf_ilKNws/s1600-h/ueki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoe2vJHYVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/SZpf_ilKNws/s320/ueki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245038641742831954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. soul eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoerUcv9jI/AAAAAAAAAss/_RFCWA6A0RI/s1600-h/SoulEater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoerUcv9jI/AAAAAAAAAss/_RFCWA6A0RI/s320/SoulEater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245038445598864946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shakugan-no-shana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeiGDzjII/AAAAAAAAAsk/YrNJpIl-gsk/s1600-h/ShakugannoShana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeiGDzjII/AAAAAAAAAsk/YrNJpIl-gsk/s320/ShakugannoShana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245038287117323394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. saiunkoku monogatari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeWiCbQyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/1iMhw1GwT94/s1600-h/saiunkoku+monogatari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeWiCbQyI/AAAAAAAAAsc/1iMhw1GwT94/s320/saiunkoku+monogatari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245038088469300002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. nodame cantabile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeP-4d5sI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uq0qKgZKOBY/s1600-h/nodame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeP-4d5sI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uq0qKgZKOBY/s320/nodame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037975953073858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. love hina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeG813e5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/2vLVHaXDcro/s1600-h/love_hina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoeG813e5I/AAAAAAAAAsM/2vLVHaXDcro/s320/love_hina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037820786473874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Koutetsu sangokushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMod02jOaVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VK5g57gygZ0/s1600-h/Koutetsu-Sangokushi-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMod02jOaVI/AAAAAAAAAsE/VK5g57gygZ0/s320/Koutetsu-Sangokushi-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037509860026706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModsJkFP6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/U-cfLBlva4Q/s1600-h/kiba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModsJkFP6I/AAAAAAAAAr8/U-cfLBlva4Q/s320/kiba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037360345071522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. kekkaishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModb8GxlYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/e6nrQrjXiGM/s1600-h/Kekkaishi-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModb8GxlYI/AAAAAAAAAr0/e6nrQrjXiGM/s320/Kekkaishi-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037081854580098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. inuyasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModWIMRNrI/AAAAAAAAArs/w5abrTv6pnM/s1600-h/inuyahsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModWIMRNrI/AAAAAAAAArs/w5abrTv6pnM/s320/inuyahsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245036982019634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. GTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModKYNpoaI/AAAAAAAAArk/cvF-4ABEsRs/s1600-h/great_teacher_onizuka_tv_animation_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModKYNpoaI/AAAAAAAAArk/cvF-4ABEsRs/s320/great_teacher_onizuka_tv_animation_dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245036780161966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. D-gray man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModCn6NfDI/AAAAAAAAArc/WlBzmj3wgR0/s1600-h/dgrayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SModCn6NfDI/AAAAAAAAArc/WlBzmj3wgR0/s320/dgrayman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245036646936443954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. death note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocoGaz1CI/AAAAAAAAArU/i5ALbWtQtTU/s1600-h/death_note02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocoGaz1CI/AAAAAAAAArU/i5ALbWtQtTU/s320/death_note02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245036191269770274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. D.C. da capo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocPzRlegI/AAAAAAAAArM/B22OMS1jZcQ/s1600-h/dc006mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocPzRlegI/AAAAAAAAArM/B22OMS1jZcQ/s320/dc006mp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035773813946882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. blood+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocK-nYkcI/AAAAAAAAArE/Zj_qDUnr1HI/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocK-nYkcI/AAAAAAAAArE/Zj_qDUnr1HI/s320/blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035690958819778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocBEWqVTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cydC8WTZK8E/s1600-h/bleach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMocBEWqVTI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cydC8WTZK8E/s320/bleach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035520700601650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. fate/stay night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMob66MelgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MkVa6MVW7Sk/s1600-h/AS-Fate-Stay-Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMob66MelgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/MkVa6MVW7Sk/s320/AS-Fate-Stay-Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035414894319106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ah my goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMob0b446KI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZEpeve-_Vc8/s1600-h/ah%21_my_goddess%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMob0b446KI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZEpeve-_Vc8/s320/ah%21_my_goddess%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035303679879330" 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/37484185-4326089804809797643?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4326089804809797643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4326089804809797643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4326089804809797643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4326089804809797643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-precious-collection.html' title='my precious collection'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMoe2vJHYVI/AAAAAAAAAs0/SZpf_ilKNws/s72-c/ueki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-9064326982036005569</id><published>2008-09-11T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:48:23.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>stress at maximum level</title><content type='html'>what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tonnes of works to be done but i don't feel like doing any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna relax myself and so i watched anime. but i couldn't concentrate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep but i feel guilty for sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna bite something to de-stress but my stomach is constantly on a full condition and i can't eat to de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna listen to music but when i turn it on, i couldn't concentrate on my works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk to someone but i don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna decide on which car to buy but i'm afraid i'll regret in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argghhhhh...i feel PATHETIC !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i WANT???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-9064326982036005569?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/9064326982036005569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=9064326982036005569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9064326982036005569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9064326982036005569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/stress-at-maximum-level.html' title='stress at maximum level'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-499709395598777361</id><published>2008-09-10T00:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:12:43.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>act cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sister and i were trying to act cool...too many free time to waste...hehe&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMatnFf_qrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/8TP1xROXXUc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMatnFf_qrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/8TP1xROXXUc/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244069703122397874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first attempt to act cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMastgEu-kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Zr_KmiOFlNA/s1600-h/paint1.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMaqQvR99tI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7yPHmNUc2fM/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMaqQvR99tI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7yPHmNUc2fM/s400/DSC02712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244066020665980626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second attempt to act cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMauAAAYw9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kIJLWZc04wI/s1600-h/men-in-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMauAAAYw9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kIJLWZc04wI/s400/men-in-black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070131144377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are we as cool as them??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&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/37484185-499709395598777361?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/499709395598777361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=499709395598777361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/499709395598777361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/499709395598777361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/act-cool.html' title='act cool'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMatnFf_qrI/AAAAAAAAAqc/8TP1xROXXUc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-494357983370316178</id><published>2008-09-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:21:27.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>another cloudy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;after all, i'm still alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this feeling is so unbearable and it hits me like a meteor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;going back to becoming an isolated person again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sammy is very pitiful !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-494357983370316178?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/494357983370316178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=494357983370316178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/494357983370316178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/494357983370316178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-cloudy-day.html' title='another cloudy day'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8171054358358690451</id><published>2008-09-07T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:08:16.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>steamboat aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMP713qzu4I/AAAAAAAAAps/n68Qp6JRLEI/s1600-h/DSC02926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMP713qzu4I/AAAAAAAAAps/n68Qp6JRLEI/s400/DSC02926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243311294084529026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it looks soooo un-appetizing but i still love steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the steamboat addict of the year....muahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;leftover kaki udang...anyone???&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/37484185-8171054358358690451?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8171054358358690451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8171054358358690451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8171054358358690451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8171054358358690451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/steamboat-aftermath.html' title='steamboat aftermath'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMP713qzu4I/AAAAAAAAAps/n68Qp6JRLEI/s72-c/DSC02926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8970613833167861223</id><published>2008-09-06T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:45:15.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMHt6KspJQI/AAAAAAAAApk/Y9Z0ykUm6i8/s1600-h/saga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMHt6KspJQI/AAAAAAAAApk/Y9Z0ykUm6i8/s400/saga.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242733024795763970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMHtx2pzS8I/AAAAAAAAApc/4ntPlHugjV0/s1600-h/myvise_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMHtx2pzS8I/AAAAAAAAApc/4ntPlHugjV0/s400/myvise_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242732881976183746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so undecided....&lt;br /&gt;any comments from anyone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-8970613833167861223?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8970613833167861223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8970613833167861223&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8970613833167861223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8970613833167861223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/undecided.html' title='undecided'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SMHt6KspJQI/AAAAAAAAApk/Y9Z0ykUm6i8/s72-c/saga.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5271003285060799658</id><published>2008-09-04T07:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:02:58.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>freaking post</title><content type='html'>i'm freaking stressed recently. i can get so motivated this second and be so unmotivated the next consecutive second. i don't know what has happened to me. i'm freaking pissed off with myself. being so unstable, so unpredictable and so uncontrollable makes me hate my life more. sometimes, i really have no idea what i am doing now. although i'm towards the end of my 4-year-course, i feel so regret with my choice to study this course in UKM in the first place. if i were rich, i wouldn't be here wasting my time and sacrificing my 4.00 that i've obtained from matrics. really don't understand myself and my decision at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was living in my own world for almost a month i.e. haven't been reading the papers for almost a month. got to know that some former senator namely Ahmad Ismail criticise or more precisely expressed (his opinion) that Chinese are only imigrants in malaysia. freaking angry mad at him. who the heck is him to form this statement. he also got his salaries from the nations. we pay the tax and the tax are used to pay some of the scumbags like him. if it weren't our money, he will be eating excretta by now. don't be so loud when you need to depends on other to survive. got a penthouse already, still wants to built another bungalow. better donate to those orphanage or beggars la. the government always encourage us to spend wisely, why don't the government encourage their servant to spend wisely. and no, i don't see that the government is trying hard to unite the nation, not a bit at all. always campaining for integration among the malaysians, WASTE THE NATION'S MONEY. this is something you do on the surface, not thoroughly. if the government really wants us to be united, please at least do something with increasing our life status or cutting the living cost. so great at campaining yet so lousy at making our life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read another news: malaysia bid for this coming paralympic games to be held here. please don't. always with the reason to increase the number of tourists to visit malaysia. malaysia can't even provide a decent facilities for us, not to mention the disable. try to improve before you beautify. for example, my fac building has been renovated recently. trying so hard to beautify and make it looks like a first class hotel lobby. please improve on the education standard and don't spend money on those unimportant stuff. people always say don't judge a book by its cover, why not use it in this situation. freaking don't understand their thinking at all. oh, i'm so out of topic...i lost my interest to complain =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking mad with the thief or thieves who stole my car. making my life so miserable. need to report to the police, whom i detest and to the insurance company so that i may claim money for my lost. arghh...freaking stupid thief. screw them thousand times also cannot cool down my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking don't understand my housemates. am i too stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the water tank was malfunctioning. they called the plumber and they didn't let me know. then suddenly, i saw a guy in my house, i was shocked for a while. they themselves don't like a guy to suddenly appear in the house, why la they want other people to feel that way. ok la, who am i chek, need to inform me first meh...i know they will claim the money from owner, but please at least let me know what's happening. don't give me any info at all, in the end, i'll be blame for not being concern with the things in house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;switch off the modem in the day and not at night. if you wanna switch off the modem, switch off at night la, when everyone is sleeping. mana ada orang switch off in the noon, when everyone is using, ok la, maybe not everyone. siao one ar. freaking piss off. somemore, in the noon, it is so bright right, switch ON the light but no one is using. in the night, switch OFF the light and you can't even see a finger. i help switch off light in the day and on the light at night and people claim me wasting their electricity. am i the freak or they are being the freaky freak? freaking don't understand. maybe there's some problem with my brain kut. i always wanted to say this when people said that i waste their electricity: when you walk across the floor, you generate dust, please don't walk at all, so that i don't need to clean so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;that's all with complaining in the house. i know, i sound like a bitch, and i don't like to be one. i won't be provoked if no one provokes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, the thief not only stole those things i mentioned in the previous post, he or she also stole my newly bought cardigan and 2 umbrellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella ella ella eh eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;underneath my umbrella...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-5271003285060799658?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5271003285060799658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5271003285060799658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5271003285060799658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5271003285060799658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/freaking-post.html' title='freaking post'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1455428008541005296</id><published>2008-09-02T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:59:02.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my car got stolen- Day 5</title><content type='html'>it has been 5 days since my car got stolen. everything has come to a peaceful state, at least for now. there were quite some stuffs in my car and those things got stolen along with the car by the thief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of things that got stolen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 calculators&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 thumb drives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teddy bears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some classical cassettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bangi house key and johor house key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of slippers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of black shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of sport shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lab coat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 text books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a file and all my notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bro's water bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything a person would have in her/his pencil case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i bought and borrowed some of those stolen things from my coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;thank God that i've settled my transportation problem. God has been blessing me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family have been really supportive all these while. my sister always said things happen for a reason and i believe so.&lt;br /&gt;my friends and some of my coursemates have expressed their concerns to me. i'm glad to have them to be with me in this almost unbearable period. anyhow, it has happened and i can blame no one or feel sad about this unwanted and unpredictable incident. sometimes, i still hope that my car will come back to me but i know it is impossible. even if the police found the car, i would sell it as it wasn't as original as it used to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life can be so unpredictable. life can be so unexpected. life can be so mysterious. life can be so fun yet tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another exam is coming and there are so many things to be completed in my design project and thesis. i just couldn't waste my time living in the past or sadness or remorse. what is done cannot be undone. what is lost cannot be retrieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1455428008541005296?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1455428008541005296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1455428008541005296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1455428008541005296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1455428008541005296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-car-got-stolen-day-5.html' title='my car got stolen- Day 5'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-665391493450839720</id><published>2008-08-30T09:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:16:46.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>my most luxurious gift got stolen</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the 2nd worst day in my life...so far la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat for my exam yesterday morning. the exam was quite ok. i was happy that all the questions were more to theory and not calculation. i really didn't prepare much for this paper. got so lazy and unmotivated lately. was sleeping more than usual while i was studying for this paper. anyhow, i kinda know how to answer this paper. can't say that i did well, but O O K K lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i took ktm to KL to settle my payment for part-time job. i parked my car at the ktm station, not illegal parking but a decent parking area for UKM students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SLin9l53lII/AAAAAAAAApM/AvJAnRrH14Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SLin9l53lII/AAAAAAAAApM/AvJAnRrH14Q/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240122843034260610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. toyota&lt;br /&gt;2. ford ranger&lt;br /&gt;3. my wira&lt;br /&gt;4. kancil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after securely locking my car, i went off freely. got a train to KL, and settled my payment at office. after i gao tim-ed my stuff at office, i went to MV to meet yuli. i had sushi king with yuli and we had great time hang out together. after that, i went to watch Wall-E alone as yuli had to get back to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E was good. suitable for small kids. kinda enjoyed the movie also la. i am an anime lover, so you can expect me to like this kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, i rushed back to UKM as i need to fetch Sohuen to meet Siew Ching at steamboat restaurant. planned to celebrate Siew Ching's birthday. i reached UKM around 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy as i got to hang out with my friends later on. i felt so free. was running to get my car as i was quite late already. felt like flying coz i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached the parking area, i didn't see my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SLirWPQSotI/AAAAAAAAApU/kKjxzhlovZc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SLirWPQSotI/AAAAAAAAApU/kKjxzhlovZc/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240126564985905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my first thought was, did i forget where i park my car?&lt;br /&gt;so i searched the parking area thoroughly. BUT I FOUND NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;i started pressing my remote control and I HEARD NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;AND I REALISED that my car was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;i called my sister and she told me to find a friend to get me accompanied first.&lt;br /&gt;so i called Sohuen and asked her to come with her bf to fetch me first. then we went to kajang police station.&lt;br /&gt;i reported to the police.&lt;br /&gt;there was one police officer, a woman. so rude...&lt;br /&gt;she told me to estimate the current market price for my car, i said i didnt know. she told me i need to give an appropriate amount as it will help when i claim for my insurance in the future. then i said, i want to ask my friend first. she replied, " agak je, takkan tak tau?! bukan nak harga tepat, agak la!" i was like, hey, scumbag, my car got stolen, you need to thank God that i didnt cry and was calm to asnwer all your stupid, ridiculous, sound-retarded question. not sympathetic at all. ANOTHER SCUMBAG/IDIOT person i met in life.&lt;br /&gt;my house key was in the car and it got stolen as well. i couldnt get the geran as it was at my house. i couldnt give the police officer my geran that time. she said," you tak de geran, kami tak boleh buat apa-apa. you bagi geran dulu baru kami proceed."&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even tell me how the procedure goes and all. SHIT HER.&lt;br /&gt;called my housemate and inquire whether they were still in. SHIT THEM. no body picked up my call. finally, after a dozen of calls, one replied and said that she was in. i asked whether i could borrow her key as i want to duplicate the key and she said you couldnt wait til monday meh..i was like, monday...everyone went back to their hometown, who will open the door for me??!!&lt;br /&gt;NO BRAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cried for 5 minutes last night when my mom called me...i was so sad la...last gift from my dad. my most luxurious gift, my most precious gift in my life, maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my book, calculator, Bro's water bottle, files, notes, lab coat, sunglasses, classic casette, a half tank of fuel..all gone. SHIT THE THIEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was quite composed, i wrote down the list of to do things and to buy things...SHIT THE THIEF for making my life miserable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I FEEL LIKE CURSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I FEEL LIKE THROWING ROTTEN EGGS AT THE POLICE OFFICER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I FEEL LIKE CUTTING EVERYTHING I SEE INTO 2 PIECES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I FEEL LIKE KICKING ALL THE ASSES I SEE&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/37484185-665391493450839720?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/665391493450839720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=665391493450839720&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/665391493450839720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/665391493450839720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-most-luxurious-gift-is-stolen.html' title='my most luxurious gift got stolen'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SLin9l53lII/AAAAAAAAApM/AvJAnRrH14Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-629740944117246403</id><published>2008-08-27T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:00:52.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>kena tagged by shengwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 1631&lt;br /&gt;Name: Sam&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 1&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 4 or 5 or 6&lt;br /&gt;Height: self-claimed: 162 cm (some said i'm not that tall =(...)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: i can be in 2 place at a time...muahahha (my mind and body are totally not united)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: nope...why this Q? makes me feel jakun&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: play water by the beach got la&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: uncountable number of times&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: nope&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: NEARLY!!&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: nope&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: an L-shape room...unique man&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: my mouse and lappy la, ar then how to do this tag???????&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: yes....it got all over my body, even in the head (i meant inside my head)&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: frequently&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: praise the Lord, nope!&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: again, praise the Lord, nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: so far...tak berjaya la&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: nope. i don't enjoy being under the hot sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced with: chicken dance...emmm....cannot remember who&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: haven't been smiling sincerely for a looooooooong time already&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: lousy drivers i met while i was driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: i don't have anyone that i like right now&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: nope....&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: nope&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: nope, don't even have an ex&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: i miss of important people in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: those who brag, those who act like bitch, those who spoil my plan, those who got me on my nerves, eh....whatelse.....hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: yep! most artistic-looking handwriting on earth ever *big grins*&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: yes!! with 3 colours, navy blue, chilli red and nude brown&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: no one&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: sky blue&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: yes =3&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: i am a pet myself...i need to be fed with food, water, music, anime; i need to be bathed; i need to get myself some sleep everyday...me alone is more than hassle already&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: nope&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now: listening to some musics&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth: i'm trying hard here&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father: i can only be close to my mom now&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy: eh...not really le...i feel guilty pulak &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex: NO EX!&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: my bed&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time: depends&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident: yep, although my eyes are small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. day-dreamed&lt;br /&gt;2. wasted too much time on tv&lt;br /&gt;3. went to school&lt;br /&gt;4. vice president of board of librarian&lt;br /&gt;5. stayed at home after skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;2. stay unemployed for years&lt;br /&gt;3. buy nice cars (one for sister, one for my bro, and one for myself(i'm gonna sell my proton)) and houses (one for staying, a handful for investment, a few for charity)&lt;br /&gt;4. bribe all those imigrant officers so that i could migrate&lt;br /&gt;5. save in the bank *lamest thing to do*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. talk about releasing my excretta immediately after my meals in front of my frens and family =)&lt;br /&gt;2. day-dreaming too much&lt;br /&gt;3. watch too much anime&lt;br /&gt;4. lazy to study&lt;br /&gt;5. live an unmotivated life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 places I am living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;2. sitting on my chair at this moment&lt;br /&gt;3. planet earth&lt;br /&gt;4. solar system&lt;br /&gt;5. under the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BFF- ah gal&lt;br /&gt;2. yu li&lt;br /&gt;3. nally&lt;br /&gt;4. seen&lt;br /&gt;5. irina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-629740944117246403?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/629740944117246403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=629740944117246403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/629740944117246403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/629740944117246403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/kena-tagged-by-shengwa.html' title='kena tagged by shengwa'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2444298970507223634</id><published>2008-08-20T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:05:08.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i last updated my blog....&lt;br /&gt;sounds a bit boring with this line already...hmmm....let's put it this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassup dude....&lt;br /&gt;check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am overstressed and got crazy already...&lt;br /&gt;haih....have been doing project and thesis all these while. no time for myself and to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened when you are in your final year.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...been spending lotsa time on my project but couldn't solve the problem, others thought i contributed nothing at all...people always see things by its cover, never thoroughly. sigh...put in so much effort also no use, nobody will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this period of busyness, i noticed 2 major problems among myself and my coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;we tend to be very scared to take risk. at least myself. while doing project, i was too scared to make daring assumption. i was scared to make mistake. maybe i wanted everything to be perfect w/o any ammendment to be done to my work, but it's impossible. humans always fall while they are learning how to walk. besides that, we are lack of ideas, lack of determination to learn before doing anything, lack of confidence, and lack of basic knowledges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i found that some of them are really really dependent and not proactive at all. i mean, we are already at our fourth year, but some are depending wholly on the lecturers to solve their problems. only know how to complain, blame, and not looking at themselves. looking at their weaknesses and take advantage to improve themselves, to reach a higher level. i did what i can as a student, as an adult but always get scolding by some because i was too busybody. hey, 22 years old already, some are even 23, be more mature, do you need orders to do even a small thing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i'll never inititate anything in the class anymore. playing my role to complement lecturers' is treated as futile by others. sometimes, i feel so stupid for all the hassle i have done. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really not easy to stand firm with your principle and your thoughts. there are always someone to pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;how should i glorify the Mighty One with my life???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been blurred with my project and thesis. i don't want to be blur anymore...tonight, i will clarify all the blur things and make everything clear!!&lt;br /&gt;*be mong po no more!*&lt;br /&gt;motivation is high again. this is the time where i make good use of my motivation to propel me to go even further. no one should affect my mood or the way i lead my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SKv4I1n30MI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_rHPve7eedA/s1600-h/12082008977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SKv4I1n30MI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_rHPve7eedA/s400/12082008977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236551822465290434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got my hair cut last week.&lt;br /&gt;me and my darling....long lost friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SKv4xWCAp1I/AAAAAAAAApE/6R3bc5-rQZs/s1600-h/CIMG4977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SKv4xWCAp1I/AAAAAAAAApE/6R3bc5-rQZs/s400/CIMG4977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236552518359623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my class picture, taken last week. this is the candid shot from shengwa's cam.&lt;br /&gt;not everyone turned up though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that's all for now la...don't know what to write, dont want to make this post lengthy and boring&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;br /&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/37484185-2444298970507223634?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2444298970507223634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2444298970507223634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2444298970507223634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2444298970507223634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SKv4I1n30MI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_rHPve7eedA/s72-c/12082008977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3308263524821840333</id><published>2008-08-07T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:37:54.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>so "cold"....</title><content type='html'>here i am wasting my time blogging again. haven't been blogging that frequent nowadays. thanks to my final year design project and my thesis. i just got another management project last week. phew...so hectic. feel like escaping and do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with my thesis. my lecturer told us that we need to read AT LEAST 50 journals for the thesis writing. omg. i know, this is so normal for a uni student, but for me...it just blew me away. i'm still being blown up into the sky now....with all the scientific terms in the journals, dahlah basic in sciences and maths not good, english also not good, BM lagi not good (didn't use for a few years already), it takes me time to understand, then translate and write back the statementssss in BM using my own words. so time wasting, time consuming, "time eating". i've got no mood to do this...but i got this title, something related to pharmaceutical field, something i want to do other than oil and gas field, a got lecturer as my supervisor, something interesting...maybe i should put more effort rather than complaining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my coursemates already secure a job in Schlumberger and this makes me nervous. i am beginning to get gan jeung over job finding. i scared that i cant get a job by the time i grad. i dont want this to happen. i need money to achieve goals. money is not everything, this is soooooooooo true but i cant do things/achieve my goalssssss without money. gosh, i'm so mata duitan already. only my family knows why i need those papers... there will be a walk-in interview by Intel this coming saturday, thought of going, but it's too far away and i'm not sure whether i'd like to work in semicon industry. afterall, my interests are in oil &amp;amp; gas and pharmaceutical field. sigh...still thinking...what should i do...&lt;br /&gt;i heard my coursemates are already applying job in Shell...am i too slow or ignorant or dont give a damn or couldnt be bothered? sigh, i havent even start researching for potential companies...i'm so edgy over this matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was late to class again, thanks to KTM super first class service again. the delay...sigh, can't help it...second time man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta read journalssss...til next time. wish me luck, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3308263524821840333?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3308263524821840333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3308263524821840333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3308263524821840333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3308263524821840333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-cold.html' title='so &quot;cold&quot;....'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2799286906339581839</id><published>2008-08-02T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:18:12.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>my thesis title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kajian Sifat-sifat Filem Konjac Glucomannan bagi Pembentukan Kapsul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study on Properties of Konjac Glucomannan (KGM) Film to form Hard Capsules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;i got a good lecturer as my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;it seems difficult but i will get it done!&lt;br /&gt;i am happy although i have to do the thesis in BM, but i will conquer it. language won't be a barrier for me in this case =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2799286906339581839?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2799286906339581839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2799286906339581839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2799286906339581839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2799286906339581839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-thesis-title.html' title='my thesis title'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4285041262978794217</id><published>2008-07-31T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:13:09.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>fuyoh! 3 lunatics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are altogether 3 lunatics in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of them likes to back-stab and had recently back-stabbed me. hope that she will back-stab herself to death eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those who do dark deeds will pay for it someday and i hope that someday may be soon enough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are just so bitchy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4285041262978794217?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4285041262978794217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4285041262978794217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4285041262978794217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4285041262978794217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuyoh-3-lunatics.html' title='fuyoh! 3 lunatics'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1143582825377427920</id><published>2008-07-24T17:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:31:14.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>KTM's 'first class' service</title><content type='html'>KTM, also known as Keretapi Tanah Melayu has provided services for Malaysians since decades ago. the saddest things is that their services never improve even a bit although they are veteran in train services compare to Putra LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the trains are never early. out of 10 times, the trains arrive on time at most once only.  sad isn't it? there's only one train every 20 minutes and KTM expects people to wait more than 20 minutes. this is so inefficient and proves to the passengers that KTM is in capable of performing well despite of their seniority in providing train services.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is soooooooo obvious that there aren't enough trains to cater to the passengers. this has always been a problem since i first used KTM, which was in 2005. KTM keeps giving excuses that they are repairing the trains and will buy more trains so that they can give better services. i can't imagine that doing these 2 things will actually take more than 3 years. anyway, i expect them to give this same lameful excuses for the next 10 years to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all KTM did is to beautify the condition of only a few trains out of the many trains they have. and they were so proud of it. most of the trains are so old that the air-con isn't functioning well. imagine being in a train, where the ambient temperature is about 28 or even 29 degree C and it is so packed that a person can easily suffocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the announcers are another problem. yeah, i can hear them really really well when they speak in BM. but when they announce in english, i can't even hear a SHIT. i wonder how the tourists know which train is going to where. all i can say is sorry, 'enjoy' the KTM Malaysia's service. yay!! so pathetic...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at KL sentral, most of the people will reload their touch n go card at KTM counters. it happened to me on 12 july 2008, i encountered a rude lady. KTM touch n go pad got some problem and i got a penalty and i was charged RM 7 for a route which is supposed to be RM 3.30 only. i went to the counter in KL Sentral and hope to get my problem settled soon. mana tau, the touch n go counter was closed and not even one worker working at KTM counters attend to me. the workers just told me to wait for the person in charge of the touch n go counter to arrive. ok, fine. i waited as the workers claimed that the person in charged of the touch n go counter is not part of KTM big family. so i waited for that scumbag lady. mana tau, that bitch couldn't setle my problem and told me to go to touch n go hub, just around the corner to get my problem settled. mana tau, the hub was closed and she didn't even know it. she gave me wrong information! then, what more, i went back and demanded her to settle my problem at once. she didn't even say sorry but pretended to know nothing with that bitch face. she kept on saying that she couldn't do anything. all she ever did is told me to call the touch n go call center, in other words, settle my own problem. i was so angry and shouted at her. she also did this same thing to a tourist from Turkey. walao eh, she spoilt Malaysia image, although Malaysia doesnt have any image anymore. she gave impression to others that she is just a vase and could do nothing but flirt around with boys. she didn't even feel guilty not to be able to help her customers. i went to touch n go hub purposely on the next week to settle my card problem and only got to know that a person in charged of the touch n go counter at KL sentral is a person from KTM itself. my goodness! she lied to me that she's working under touch n go!! another scumbag!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the touch n go pad at most of the KTM stations are either not functioning well or spoilt. even the machine where we insert the tickets are spoilt, most of them. and KTM doesn't take any effort to repair it. this has been happening for at least 3 weeks already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there was some technical problems with KTM path today. i waited for the train since 12.40pm and the train only arrived at 1.08 pm. speaking of efficient, convenient and being fast huh. but the train didnt depart from the station until 1.35 pm, due to whatsoever technical problem. i expected the train to arrive at 12.48 pm and reached my destination at 1.30pm. due to this delay, i reached my destination at 2.30 pm. i had a class at 2 pm and by the time i reached my class, it was already 2.40pm. i took me about 2 hours from the KTM station in KL sentral to UKM KTM station. plus, it was so stuffy in the KTM and people waited for so long in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;wow! Pak lah, you advise us to use the public transport huh. but look at the SHIT that KTM produces before you give us this stupid advise or encouragement. how do you expect Malaysia to be a developed country by 2020 if we can't even be a punctual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to Director of KTM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please do not waste our time waiting for your stupid trains. if you want to earn more from your passengers, PLEASE improve your service even a bit, although i know that you couldn't be bothered. if we had a choice, which we don't have any, we wouldn't take your services. if we wouldn't take your services, bankrupt you go! please be a better director and help each other to improve and thus help Malaysia in achieving its vision 2020. we are not to be blamed and you won't get blame from us and PM if your KTM company can improve in its services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: please educated your workers well. teach them some manners and instill some moral values in them as they tell lies to their customers, which makes them look like a bunch of brat and scumbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my suggestion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;abolish all KTM services and substitute with Putra LRT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decrease fuel price so that more people can drive and not take trains especially KTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boycott KTM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;i think KTM should be called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Keretapi Talam 2 Muka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-1143582825377427920?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1143582825377427920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1143582825377427920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1143582825377427920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1143582825377427920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/ktms-first-class-service.html' title='KTM&apos;s &apos;first class&apos; service'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8085462048357511750</id><published>2008-07-23T09:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:17:25.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Department night 2008</title><content type='html'>hey, haven't been updating my blog lately. sorry folks, feel kinda lazy lately...got really tired at the end of each day with my part-time job and studies. studies aren't that exhausting, it is the sucking time-table that makes me sick. anyway, don't spoil your mood with my uni stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;last sunday was my department night and tian yuh, my hometown friend had put in a lot of effort to make me look pretty that night. a lot of thanks to her...&lt;br /&gt;the grand night wasn't that 'grand', instead it was kinda boring. the arrangement of the programme wasn't that good. i think i did a better job when i was in the committee two years back. anyway, i took loads of pictures with my coursemates, juniors and seniors that night. i think i better let the pictures do all the talking...enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaIK92hYTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7Du_-okXM04/s1600-h/DSC02809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaIK92hYTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7Du_-okXM04/s400/DSC02809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226014139593351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from left: me, boon hwei, siew ching, sohuen and ah nyap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaInDViwgI/AAAAAAAAAnU/251E4mb-lSA/s1600-h/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaInDViwgI/AAAAAAAAAnU/251E4mb-lSA/s400/DSC02812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226014622101979650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: wen li, me and ing hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJDCxvuTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/w2DuuHbAEGE/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJDCxvuTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/w2DuuHbAEGE/s400/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226015102988171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing hua and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJcKUEdRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/odsXEGYLhMo/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJcKUEdRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/odsXEGYLhMo/s400/DSC02829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226015534507914514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a big group!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJ60kstRI/AAAAAAAAAns/D3qlX_MkCjQ/s1600-h/DSC02830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaJ60kstRI/AAAAAAAAAns/D3qlX_MkCjQ/s400/DSC02830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226016061248025874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hui san and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaKWEHR1QI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kjDESXOSBb4/s1600-h/DSC02831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaKWEHR1QI/AAAAAAAAAn0/kjDESXOSBb4/s400/DSC02831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226016529276065026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaLrp_XIZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/epySKmRuprI/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaLrp_XIZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/epySKmRuprI/s400/DSC02842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226017999732285842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stupid sheng wa and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaMVLn6XlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tUHBCXiBWbc/s1600-h/DSC02865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaMVLn6XlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tUHBCXiBWbc/s400/DSC02865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226018713135373906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from left: my direct junior, super direct junior and super duper direct junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaNHlfPreI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KJjHfVgmmwU/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaNHlfPreI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KJjHfVgmmwU/s400/DSC02849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226019579071802850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and khok kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaNrtQC_kI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gxun-Arcw_o/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaNrtQC_kI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gxun-Arcw_o/s400/DSC02856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226020199630831170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and CY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaSsZQjgxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZBRZJeMMApY/s1600-h/DSC02860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaSsZQjgxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZBRZJeMMApY/s400/DSC02860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226025709002261266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wee ming and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaTbWUX3PI/AAAAAAAAAok/DW34nUqg6Ac/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaTbWUX3PI/AAAAAAAAAok/DW34nUqg6Ac/s400/DSC02871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226026515666820338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and sui po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaTniSlq0I/AAAAAAAAAos/K4N9CyO5dRM/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaTniSlq0I/AAAAAAAAAos/K4N9CyO5dRM/s400/P1010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226026725038992194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and hao po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaULqr_RMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vNUm6FatFwo/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaULqr_RMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vNUm6FatFwo/s400/DSC02898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027345768301762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;most of my coursemates, crazy coursemates to be exact...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the last department night for me...&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the end in this uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/37484185-8085462048357511750?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8085462048357511750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8085462048357511750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8085462048357511750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8085462048357511750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/department-night-2008.html' title='Department night 2008'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SIaIK92hYTI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7Du_-okXM04/s72-c/DSC02809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-201436719546171217</id><published>2008-07-18T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:57:27.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>flash back: news of the decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As promised a month ago, I would write a post about news of the decade. So here it is…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually, it’s not something big but I’m just making a big fuss of it coz I think it’s something imperative, especially to those who come from JKKP UKM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was having class with Dr. Siti Kathom the other day, with other coursemates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr was lecturing all the way and suddenly, she came up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;language issue&lt;/span&gt;. Most of us know that bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the national language in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and also the mother tongue for the malays. Since we were young, we learned all sorts of subjects in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. But before our former PM resigned, he made a new policy i.e. to teach maths and sciences subjects in English. My batch was the first batch to receive maths and sciences lessons in English since form 4, if I’m not mistaken. Since then, I’ve been learning almost everything in English except for history, moral and some other subjects. Learning everything in English means all the exams are conducted in English as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I still remember that most of my lecturers in Matriculation were having hard times adapting themselves to teach in English. But they somehow manage to get through and I would say that they did quite a great job. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The same happened when I entered UKM. My batch was the first batch to learn all the subjects in English except for Tamadun Islam and some other trivial subjects. In fact, my department was the only department to learn all the major subjects in English. I would like to admit that I was quite lucky to be able to learn everything in English. I’m that kind of person who would prefer to read books and does references using internationally written reference books, those McGraw-Hill books, Wiley and etc. International book are all written in English. Thus, it’s hassle free for me to read those international books, even making preparations for exams. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Undeniably, I prefer and love to learn everything in English, as this is the situation that all of us will meet when we go to work in the future. Even during my internship now, we use English to communicate, paper works, making calls, and during meetings. We cannot deny the importance of English in everyday life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was quite disappointed when I was still a freshman in uni, some of the lecturers still refused to translate the notes into English. Some even said that, language is not a problem. Well, it’s not true at all! Language is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt; problem, it’s a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; problem. If language is not a problem, why would the government repeatedly insist the importance of bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and repeatedly encourage us to speak in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. With all the campaigns to enforce the usage of bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in our daily lives and with the mindset: hilang bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, hilanglah identiti sebagai orang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Well, this is not the main point of my story.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dr. Siti Kathom told us the other day that our thesis must be written in Bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I was very shocked to get this information. I was furious as well. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After 4 years of education in English, our thesis (passport to graduate) must be written in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This is so absurd. What the heck! If we were to write our thesis in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, why do they change all the teaching to English in the first place???!!! This is so not fair to all the students. Some even told me that, as long as I’m in UKM, as long as I’m a Malaysian, I can never run away from bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don’t deny my identity as a Malaysian, and I don’t hate bahasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; or whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;. If we were to do our final project, which is the compilation of all our knowledge since 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year to 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, why do all the lecturers trouble themselves trying to adapt themselves to teach in English. What’s the point of tormenting themselves and torturing the students. This is a no-win situation. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The way Dr Siti Kathom told us, it seems to be the final decision. I am so dissatisfied. I think everything is so ridiculous. It seems like I don’t have a chance to even disagree or object this decision. It seems like I can’t complain. Even if I want to complain, who should I complain to?? I thought this is a democratic country and now I can’t even have a say. I can’t even defend myself. What the heck! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Coursemates, is this what you want? Are you satisfied with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i write a warkah to Prime Minister???&lt;br /&gt;I'm so undecided...i really want to fight for this but who wants to support me???&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking that i want to make some changes but if i don't do anything about this, i will change nothing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i know the lecturers' pattern, if i overdid the complaining thingy, they might kick me out of UKM or even fail my thesis...&lt;br /&gt;what i need now is a troop of loyal army to fight with me...who wants to support me, please let me know asap. i'm asking help from you guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-201436719546171217?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/201436719546171217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=201436719546171217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/201436719546171217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/201436719546171217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/flash-back-news-of-decade.html' title='flash back: news of the decade'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7629263182461900337</id><published>2008-07-07T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:13:02.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>sick of life</title><content type='html'>Some said that death is the most terrifying things on earth. Everyone will face death one day; it’s only the matter of time when you are going to meet it. For me, dying is not that scary but the pain of losing someone you love is far more excruciating than anything else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;My dad passed away last year. Those who have been reading my blog might know about this. It has been 1 year and 2 months since he left us. Yet, I could still feel the pain of losing him.&lt;br /&gt;My dad had always been the most supportive person on earth, at least to me. He never questioned me about what I did. All he ever did was to give me advice and told me to be extra tactful in all the things I did. Not even my mom, brother or sister had been this supportive to me. My dad trusted me. He trusted that I could do all things and that I could go far in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of riding on his piggyback when we went to some festivals is still clear on my mind. I loved the way he lifted me up so that I could have a better view of the surroundings. Back then, I didn’t know that lifting a person up on your shoulder could be so burdensome. He didn’t care about his well being, all he ever thought of was my happiness and enjoyment. I was so silly not to realize that when he was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit on his lap when we were watching tv. He also let me sat on his lap whenever I got bullied by my siblings and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;He used to bath me when I was still young, probably before my primary years. He always put his hands on my forehead so that the shampoo won’t flow down and tear my eyes. He was so delicate and careful.&lt;br /&gt;I used to ran to the door whenever he came back from work or outing, just to greet him or helped him took his water bottle so that he could feel the warmth of my love for him. Whenever he went out, I would run to the doorsteps and waived goodbye at him; and he would waive back. That was so long ago and I couldn’t remember when was the last time I did those things.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we got good results in public examinations, he never smiled or laughed but deep inside, I knew that he was happy and glad and felt proud of us. He was a quiet man, not expressing his feelings and emotions on his face easily. I always tried to make him happy and felt proud for having a daughter like me.&lt;br /&gt;I always blamed myself for not appreciating him while he was alive. And now that he is gone, I always prayed that he could come back to us. From the bottom of my heart, I know that this is a prayer that would not be answered by God. I don’t blame God for taking my dad away, but till now, I still don’t understand the timing that God has set to take my dad away. I always think&lt;br /&gt;What if my dad is still alive?&lt;br /&gt;What if I could still see my dad?&lt;br /&gt;What if I could still make my dad happy?&lt;br /&gt;What if I could still spend time with my dad?&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;What if…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for 3 days when my dad passed away. I cried myself to sleep during the nights. When I woke up, I cried again. When I was just sitting somewhere alone, staring away in a far distance, I was thinking about my dad. When I was eating, I thought of the time when we ate together in the dining room. Tears came running profusely and I couldn’t control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For half a year after my dad passed away, I cried myself to sleep every night. There were so many sleepless nights. I cried every time I prayed to God. I cried even for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing someone that was dear to me was the hardest thing. I couldn’t get the chance to say goodbye. The last time I saw my dad was one week before he passed away. It was my semester break and I decided to come to KL to work. I could still recall that my parents walked three of us to the doorsteps and waived goodbye at us as we left. The image of my dad waiving at us was still clear in my mind. What if I didn’t come to work in KL, would I get the chance to say goodbye to him? I was so stupid that I wanted to earn money so much and left my dad and mom back in hometown. I should have spent more time to be with them. Maybe, I would get the chance to say goodbye to him then…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7629263182461900337?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7629263182461900337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7629263182461900337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7629263182461900337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7629263182461900337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick-of-life.html' title='sick of life'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2076946969563355713</id><published>2008-07-03T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:18:36.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i think i got f*cked!!</title><content type='html'>i drove back from work yesterday evening. it was 7 p.m. and the road wasn't so congested. upon reaching ss14, there was a lady driving a black-coloured proton waja, who attempted to make an illegal U-turn at one of the traffic lights. the straight road heading towards Rothman roundabout was always on green light. so, i drove straight passing the traffic light. upon reaching the traffic light, where the lady who attempted to make the illegal U-turn stopped, she suddenly turned out in front of me and almost banged my car. i was so sure that she saw me coming. i didn't give any signal to let her go through in front of me. i avoided her by turning slightly to the left. luckily, there was no car on my left, or else, i would have banged another car and it would be my fault for driving recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honked her and stared at her. i could see her shouting and scolding me. she raised up her hand. i didn't really see whether or not she raised up her middle finger. all in all, she was rude. i believe that she is still rude. she is a real reckless driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just something i wanted to say to her, if i had the chance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitch, f*ck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if u wana die, go further or jump off a building. don't come banging my car and drag me to death with you. better be careful when you drive, or else, you will die very very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, that was so relieving. my goodness. she almost made me get a heart attack. she sucks in driving. i pity her for not knowing how to read road signs, obey the law and people depising her for her simpleton actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2076946969563355713?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2076946969563355713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2076946969563355713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2076946969563355713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2076946969563355713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-got-fcked.html' title='i think i got f*cked!!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7914424864627546585</id><published>2008-07-02T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:04:51.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>pineapple blueberry pie???</title><content type='html'>I went to KLCC to join a meeting in Petronas last Friday. I reached office before 7.30 a.m. I was the earliest person that day. I followed the Operations Manager to KLCC as I didn’t know the way to get there. We took LRT to KLCC. The train was so congested with people and I felt like a tuna packed in a can. It was my first experience to take LRT so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the train was like a total stranger to me. I was standing next to the manager. While I was in the train, suddenly, something came striking my mind. It was at that time I realized that no matter what position you are in now, how rich you are, how evil you are inside, no one will ever give a damn about that. Everyone was so busy with their own affairs. They only cared about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the concrete reality in this world. This is the way people live. I’m so tiny, there’s nothing much that I can do to change how others think, act and behave. The same way applies; I hate people messing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political issues here are so ‘intriguing’ recently. Everyone is stepping on each other in order to succeed in whatever they are doing. I think those people are just too self-centered thinking about themselves without putting much into thought about others. Feel so insecure to live here. Some in my circle of life have started to plan to migrate to overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-majority feels a strong sense of unfairness in this country. Most of us are trying so hard to get out of this country, to live a better life, to live a life the way we want to, to live a life THAT WE DESERVE…Sometimes, I just hate how those people play with our life, our money, our dignity and our freedom. We are like puppets living in the hands of cruel humans. Sigh…better don’t complaint so much, or else, tak pasal-pasal will kena tangkap and put into jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside all those things, I still have friends and families that love me more than what I deserve. Of course I love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss at the company I’m having internship in offered me a part-time job after my training. My training will end this Friday and he asked me whether I need to leave so soon, a few times already before today. This morning, he formally asked me whether I have spare time for part time job in UMW. I sort of said I could help out a bit since the department is lack of staff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my capability to contribute to the company since I’m not so much of a good worker. My main job as a part-timer would be to develop a new programme. Of course I don’t write the programme myself. The programme is custom-made for the company by third party programmer and should I accept the part-time job, I will be helping out to monitor the progress of work in the programme. I’ve been helping out on this since I entered UMW.&lt;br /&gt;I did some analyses on the reason my boss wanted to hire me back for part-time job and I came to 2 conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;1.    I am so capable that my boss couldn’t let go such a good worker.&lt;br /&gt;2.    I’ve started this since I entered UMW and I need to complete it before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m more to number 2 but my sister assures me that it’s number 1. Someone please tell me that it’s number 1…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 3 more days to finish my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn to a new chapter of my life next week. I shall begin my fourth year in uni and will be graduating in 10 months time. Still the same old saying, I can’t wait to graduate from this stupid uni…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I’ve jammed everything into this post and it’s very messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Next post: things I get from UMW…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7914424864627546585?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7914424864627546585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7914424864627546585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7914424864627546585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7914424864627546585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/07/pineapple-blueberry-pie.html' title='pineapple blueberry pie???'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2772258678483252482</id><published>2008-06-23T21:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:03:07.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>a trip to Sekinchan</title><content type='html'>last sunday, my sis, her friends and i went to Sekinchan. i didn't know there were loads of paddy fields there. i was shocked to see such beautiful scenery, such beautiful paddy fields. my sister and her friends laughed at my jakun-ness. it was so beautiful that i demanded to get down from the car to purposely take photos of it. i was shouting, jumping and laughing the moment i get down from the car, like a soh poh.&lt;br /&gt;even the most poetic words in the world cannot be perfectly used to describe the beauty of the nature.&lt;br /&gt;let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-nbcdIVwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WEwtg_Qltpc/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-nbcdIVwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WEwtg_Qltpc/s400/DSC02653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215070983455004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-oE2KjdII/AAAAAAAAAls/eiQA4bRXhdw/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-oE2KjdII/AAAAAAAAAls/eiQA4bRXhdw/s400/DSC02652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215071694731048066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another beautiful scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-op6UMTZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ovzh5-RQdxY/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-op6UMTZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ovzh5-RQdxY/s400/DSC02631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215072331500375442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sis and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-pTa76aGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/CmbpXBVf15I/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-pTa76aGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/CmbpXBVf15I/s400/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215073044631545954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-p6xotNtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/j5zx37s2ZT0/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-p6xotNtI/AAAAAAAAAmE/j5zx37s2ZT0/s400/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215073720739903186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SGDhr46ZDRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/e93NqBBzKqQ/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SGDhr46ZDRI/AAAAAAAAAmU/e93NqBBzKqQ/s400/DSC02639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215416512622955794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my sister's crazy friends...muahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SGDiV3PrxzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_MrwORvYqqk/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SGDiV3PrxzI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_MrwORvYqqk/s400/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215417233729898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last but not least, me.........weee.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/37484185-2772258678483252482?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2772258678483252482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2772258678483252482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2772258678483252482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2772258678483252482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-sekinchan.html' title='a trip to Sekinchan'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SF-nbcdIVwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WEwtg_Qltpc/s72-c/DSC02653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8393920284591706176</id><published>2008-06-20T22:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:24:17.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>a BOMB?</title><content type='html'>i haven't written any post for ageSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssss...&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be back. Thanks to my difficulties to access to the internet, but anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;this is the last day of the 7th week for my internship. will be back to uni again to resume my studies for another one year. really can't wait to graduate and earn although working is not as good as study. but studying in UKM is more suffering than working in UMW. my confession...haha&lt;br /&gt;result for last semester was out on the 18th june. em...my result was not too bad and i still feel like improving myself for the remaining 2 semesters. at least, it's better than the semester before. due to a little success that i've achieved in my studies, i promised myself to eat some nice food but haven't had the chance and time yet.&lt;br /&gt;my workplace was preparing for a tender and so i helped out on some documentations, for almost 3 weeks. luckily, today was the final day for preparations. everyone stayed until later than 10 p.m. they ordered pizza and i ate 2 pieces. haha. enjoyed myself a lot. it felt great to work together until late at night. started to feel sad coz i'm leaving UMW soon, in 2 weeks time. i heard that they are preparing some sort of farewell party for me. my direct supervisor will be leaving for labuan on sunday and won't be coming back until after i leave UMW. so, today was the last day that i'll see him...&lt;br /&gt;feel sad though. didn't manage to take picture with him. he encouraged me to apply for job in UMW again after i graduate and for sure i will =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to johor last weekend to attend sandy's wedding. i was one of the ji-muis. haha. kinda enjoyed myself back then. anyway, the pictures will tell the stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvFDQBlXlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/p1dplcCTmvM/s1600-h/DSC02548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvFDQBlXlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/p1dplcCTmvM/s400/DSC02548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213977653243371090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a red BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvFqCiAvMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Z52g18As5IA/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvFqCiAvMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Z52g18As5IA/s400/DSC02552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213978319636184258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sandy and all the ji-muis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvGbenQ40I/AAAAAAAAAkk/zf4QuWWcHDw/s1600-h/DSC02557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvGbenQ40I/AAAAAAAAAkk/zf4QuWWcHDw/s400/DSC02557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213979168987996994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;delicious wasabi and sambal topping on biscuits to zeng gu those heng-dai...muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvHJL2ERHI/AAAAAAAAAks/S0pVerJWZHI/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvHJL2ERHI/AAAAAAAAAks/S0pVerJWZHI/s400/DSC02570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213979954223793266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautifully decorated black-coloured nissan, c/w the couple's picture somemore...fu yoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvIZ3d3ieI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WoRrQwQkLuw/s1600-h/DSC02573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvIZ3d3ieI/AAAAAAAAAk0/WoRrQwQkLuw/s400/DSC02573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213981340322990562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was too bored, so i ss-ed with my watch and bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvKL08YkoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zZz96mTbOg4/s1600-h/DSC02579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvKL08YkoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/zZz96mTbOg4/s400/DSC02579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213983298150765186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my put-foo-looking toe nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvLhlfrHAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7TRUjuJfBpg/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvLhlfrHAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/7TRUjuJfBpg/s400/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213984771472563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and ah fong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvMLS5614I/AAAAAAAAAlM/16uPge3TjnA/s1600-h/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvMLS5614I/AAAAAAAAAlM/16uPge3TjnA/s400/DSC02586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213985488036878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jie yuan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvNm3zMHKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/WBCUYOSwtio/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvNm3zMHKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/WBCUYOSwtio/s400/DSC02587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213987061308857506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wan lih and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvOSJBxhnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A_5JCDmhuwk/s1600-h/DSC02605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvOSJBxhnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/A_5JCDmhuwk/s400/DSC02605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213987804667807346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last but not least, this kute di-di, sandy's little brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;more wedding pictures from sandy's wedding coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-8393920284591706176?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8393920284591706176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8393920284591706176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8393920284591706176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8393920284591706176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/06/bomb.html' title='a BOMB?'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SFvFDQBlXlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/p1dplcCTmvM/s72-c/DSC02548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3418969884615178707</id><published>2008-06-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:09:37.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>Something about petrol price in my country</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe that all Malaysians are shocked with the increase in fuel price, starting Wednesday midnight. I myself am shocked too. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Previously, petrol was sold at RM 1.92 per litre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, petrol is sold at RM 2.70 per litre, an increase of RM 0.78 per litre.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On my way back from work on the day the increment was announced, I was stuck in jam for almost 3 hours. The jam stretched along the LDP highway, how did I know? I stay in Kelana Jaya for the time being and I use that road everyday, that’s how I know. Luckily, I wasn’t driving. My sister drove for 3 hours and I fell asleep for 2 times. The jam sourced from petrol stations all over the place. Imagine how worried and anxious people were. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be honest, this increment affects people from all over the country. PM was saying (I think he was trying to explain) how the government could no longer subsidize petrol in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He was comparing how low the petrol price in our country is compare to those neighbouring country. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/5/nation/21461533&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually, I don’t give a damn what’s the petrol price in other countries. Government just can’t stop comparing &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to other countries. I’m not trying to say that this is not good but try to think of our current situation before start comparing ourselves to others. The nation could barely survive already and now the government wants to add another burden to the nation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We pay tax every year (I, too, will pay when I work). We pay willingly as we want the government to wisely utilize the money so that it can bring benefits to everyone, especially the tax payer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the increase in petrol price, our PM is promoting and encouraging us to use public transports. Let’s put it this way, most of the residential areas are not within walking distance to KTM or LRT stations. People will still have to drive to these stations before they can take KTM or LRT to work/school. From KTM/LRT stations, they have to walk or even worse, take bus/taxi to workplace. What’s the point of using public transportation if it doesn’t make our life any easier? People drive because it’s more convenient. People aren’t so stupid until they will do something to mess up their own life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Public transports will also start increasing the rate/fees, soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Singaporeans are willing to pay and happy with the new rate. I don’t give a damn about what they think. If, as a Malaysian, we have to think what people from outside feels and screwing our own life, that’s called commit suicide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve received an e-mail from my friend stating the petrol prices in some countries around the world. Example&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Egypt at RM 1.03/litre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Iran at RM 0.35/litre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Kuwait at RM 0.67/litre&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is producing its own oil. I don’t understand why we can get so affected by oil price in world market. I don’t understand why government keeps comparing &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to other countries. Actually, we can survive strongly on our own. Government keeps telling us to look at &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (Dasar Pandang ke Timur). Why la…sigh…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I even start planning to move back to hostel. If I stay out, with the rent and paying the petrol, I think I will get broke. At least I can walk to and fro between classes if I stay in hostel. If I stay outside the campus,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to eat roti most of the time and save money for petrol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to go out less and save money for petrol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to travel less and save money for petrol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to walk more and save money for petrol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I stay in campus,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I can’t access the internet all the time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to share toilet with others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have to follow the rules in hostel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.15in; text-indent: -0.15in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I heard that there are rapists in hostel!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I choose freely with the only options that I have. I hate people messing up my life, including government! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Besides that, the news also announced that TNB is going to increase electricity bill starting 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; July. My goodness. How are people going to survive with inflation in everything? Why does all the ‘best’ thing has to come at the same time? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The biggest reason for the all this thing is that those ‘powerful’ and dominating societies want to see people break down and collapse. I’m starting to feel that it’s so unsafe and insecure staying in this country. I am but human, I feel insecure when everything around me starts changing and it’s right to express my feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Poor people will get poorer. Rich people won’t get affected much by the inflation if not get richer. PM said that with this move, the economy condition in the country will get better. If people are still earning the same amount, but all the goods and necessities prices go up until a state where everything is no longer affordable, those who are desperate and being pushed to the corner will start robbing/stealing. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; will no longer attain its peacefulness and tranquility. People will go out less and buy fewer things. Money is not flowing. In the end, economy will not grow and the whole community system will collapse. I wonder this is what government wants to see and regret in the end of the day…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3418969884615178707?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3418969884615178707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3418969884615178707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3418969884615178707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3418969884615178707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-about-petrol-price-in-my.html' title='Something about petrol price in my country'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3902281052240394875</id><published>2008-05-28T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:23:50.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>hershey's and souvenir from manager!</title><content type='html'>same old phrase: time flies, like comet man!&lt;br /&gt;it's the fourth week of my internship already. i'm getting quite a lot of fun at UMW. despite being left alone most of the time, i have to admit that everyone is very friendly. i'm actually very glad that UMW accepted me. i got to learn a lot of things. today, the engineer at my department made me to call some suppliers to get some quotes. he even taught me to be louder than the suppliers if i can't get what i want. so much fun, so much silly things happened when i called the suppliers. it was a mini project for me. find info from internet, looked for local suppliers, find some other alternatives in case i couldn't get what the company needs, called suppliers, gave my opinions and my point of views to the engineer. i have to admit that there's so much to learn when it comes to people. all in all, i don't regret entering this company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the account manager went on a vacation a few days ago and bought us a little something. he gave us hershey's kisses, 2 for each person and a jewellery box for all the ladies. so nice of him...&lt;br /&gt;it feels great to receive presents from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my pay cheque today. although it's just a few hundred, but i'm happy to get my pay after a few weeks working there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove home from work today, again. my sister have date with her ji mui friends. luckily, it wasn't raining and the road wasn't badly congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with khian foo today. he switched on his laptop's webcam. and i told him that it was my first time seeing him in motion, as i always saw him only in pictures. then he did some stupid movement that made me laughed out loud. aiyo, he made me laughed like a mad person for a while. there's always someone that made me laughed while i was in office. and once i started to laugh, i could hardly stop. there were a few times that i laughed non-stop in the office and i really looked like a stupid and crazy mad person. even i tak tahan myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after a few weeks working there, i got a wastepaper basket and an extension of my own. i'm so happy. i used to use the wastepaper basket in the pantry room and borrowed others' phone. now, i got something of my own and i'm excited about it. wee.......&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda getting sad as i'm leaving soon (5 more weeks to go)&lt;br /&gt;it's really fun working there. UMW is a result-oriented company, in my opinion. as long as you produce something before or by the deadline, you can do it in the way you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm waiting for lecturer from UKM to visit me. still waiting for call and news from him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, need to get back to do something. bring back some work from the office. need to get it done as there's still a lot to be done tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3902281052240394875?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3902281052240394875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3902281052240394875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3902281052240394875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3902281052240394875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/hersheys-and-souvenir-from-manager.html' title='hershey&apos;s and souvenir from manager!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5185792784494311086</id><published>2008-05-26T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:55:23.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone said'/><title type='text'>Katherine Sharp said~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes in your life you will go on a journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It will be the longest journey you have ever taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the journey to find yourself.&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/37484185-5185792784494311086?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5185792784494311086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5185792784494311086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5185792784494311086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5185792784494311086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/katherine-sharp-said.html' title='Katherine Sharp said~~~'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7838855637265146673</id><published>2008-05-26T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:37:27.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone said'/><title type='text'>Cecil B. DeMille said~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is impossible for us to break the law.&lt;br /&gt;We can only break ourselves against the law.&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/37484185-7838855637265146673?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7838855637265146673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7838855637265146673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7838855637265146673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7838855637265146673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/cecil-b-demille-said.html' title='Cecil B. DeMille said~~~'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2916249424303651206</id><published>2008-05-23T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:25:55.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>tagged by nally</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Golden Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Bad day- &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad day today. I couldn’t find the part number for equipments as requested by and engineer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna be around- Michael Learns to Rock&lt;br /&gt;of course it is okay coz I’m gonna be around.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Broken Vow-Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;i don’t have a guy that I like now wor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only place-Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;nope, coz you’re the only place I will go. *emm…*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;All I have to give-BSB&lt;br /&gt;I think what all I have to give to others everyday.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;all you wanted-Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;2+2 is all you wanted…*who is the ‘you’, I ponder…*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 7. What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up-Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;We raise each other up&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonight-BSB&lt;br /&gt;I need you tonight. *the truth is I need my mom every night, so the ‘you’ stands for my mom…hehe*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is/was your high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know-BSB&lt;br /&gt;My high school sucks, that’s all I just want you to know&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the middle-Mika&lt;br /&gt;I’m always stuck in the middle, that’s my real life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I Do (Cherish you)-98 degrees&lt;br /&gt;My best friends ar always there for me, I do cherish them =) *perfect answer*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Over You-Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;I’m not over you…=D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;13. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;I still-BSB&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be a girl when I grow up&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;How do I live-LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;How do I live w/o you…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Describe your grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Back for Good-Take That&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen them before, maybe…they should be back for good?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Home-Westlife&lt;br /&gt;Like a rollercoaster and I wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Apologize-One&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologize…this is so true, it’s very difficult to utter a word of apology nowadays, as people get older.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will be played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Cry-Mandy &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Moore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for me! It’s now or never!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella-Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;I love umbrella, it keeps me from rain and sunshine!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;this I promise you-Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I will, this I can promise you.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret-All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;I’m full of dirty little secrets…is it true, friends?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Girls-Sean Kingston&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no idea about that and I don’t wanna know either. But guys lust after beautiful girls&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Home-Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy when I go home =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;24. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere-Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;Emm…I don’t know but one thing I know is that children are everywhere in this world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;making memories of us-Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;Listen to making memories of us and strip together…haha&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What does your mom think of you?&lt;br /&gt;just the girl-click five&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks that I’m just her girl, I’m just the girl she has ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye-Jordan Knight and Deborah Gibson&lt;br /&gt;They are great and I will never say goodbye to them&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;like I love you-Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Like I used to love you..*’you’ stands for someone*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;measure of a man-Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I have a serious enemy but I know that I like to listen to clay aiken’s measure of a man.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;bubbly-Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;I will dance bubbly…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2916249424303651206?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2916249424303651206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2916249424303651206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2916249424303651206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2916249424303651206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-by-nally.html' title='tagged by nally'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-6097600485478484804</id><published>2008-05-23T07:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:43:35.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>boss is coming back!</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday and in a blink of eyes, I almost come to the end of the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; week of my internship. Time flies, like superman. Can’t believe that I have another 6 weeks here. Should I be happy or sad??? Well, I guess I’ll answer this question on the last day of my internship…    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yay! I’m going back to johor today. Am going to spend my weekend at my comfy home. I got sick last weekend and thank God, I’m recovering. I worked for 2 weeks and got sick. What the heck. I am weaker than I think. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My supervisor a.k.a my boss was away since last week. He’s coming back today. Everyone in my department is getting edgy and I guess there’ll be a few meetings later on today. This is the sign for a delay for lunch today. Whenever he’s here, I’ll be late for lunch. He is good in the sense that he has high expectation to things and people around him but bad in the sense that he pressurizes everyone around him. Undeniably, he’s a very capable person. All in all, he’s not as easy as everyone thinks. I salute him!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, I drove all the way back from KL Sentral to Kelana Jaya. I haven’t mentioned, have I?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stay with my sister in Kelana Jaya and will do so for the remaining days of my internship. So, I shifted my things, my cars, and myself from Bangi to Kelana Jaya. Since the first day of my internship, my sister trained me to memorize the roads and be brave enough to drive to and fro my workplace. Coincidentally, my sister and I work in the same big building. So, we drive to work together, have lunch together and go home together after work everyday. I see her 24-7 and I am a bit bored with her face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*kidding*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually, I should be more than grateful for having my sister to babysit me for 2 months. She covers all my expenses and provides me accommodation and teaches me some lessons that I can’t get elsewhere. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, back to my story. My sister had dinner with her friend last night and I had to drive all the way back to Kelana Jaya alone. She was worried sick that I couldn’t drive back alone. I am the worst and reckless driver, in her opinion. Believe me, I get scolding from her every time I drive and I feel tension whenever I have her to sit beside me when I drive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was worried to death and her facial expression when she was seeing me off at car park yesterday evening, wow! She was like a mom sending her child off to school on the first day of kindergarten. Sshhh… can’t let her know. After all, her motive was good, she was worried. To be frank, my mom had even more faith in me than she did. I’ll always be a kid to them no matter how mature I am. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gotta go back to work. An engineer in my department gave me an assignment yesterday and I’m yet to complete it. Tension!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will show you guys some pics of my workplace soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps: this is a pic adapted from an e-mail showing summer in japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SDYE0-Ae5HI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oIi5E2Z749g/s1600-h/ATT00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SDYE0-Ae5HI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oIi5E2Z749g/s400/ATT00181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203351727517918322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-6097600485478484804?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/6097600485478484804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=6097600485478484804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6097600485478484804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/6097600485478484804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/boss-is-coming-back.html' title='boss is coming back!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SDYE0-Ae5HI/AAAAAAAAAkM/oIi5E2Z749g/s72-c/ATT00181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-9064423078182698562</id><published>2008-05-16T08:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:58:34.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>receiving orders</title><content type='html'>i receive orders from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i receive orders in my work place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i receive orders from my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i meant only to receive orders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-9064423078182698562?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/9064423078182698562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=9064423078182698562&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9064423078182698562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/9064423078182698562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/receiving-orders.html' title='receiving orders'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2965535706527235039</id><published>2008-05-14T13:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:42:04.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>lunch at chilli's</title><content type='html'>went to chilli's to have lunch with my sister the other day. the meal was on her, of course...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;the brownie was super nice. the most delicious brownie that i've ever had in my life, so far...&lt;br /&gt;we cam-whored a bit...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp5tDNxrgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0dILSm6Lu6g/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp5tDNxrgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0dILSm6Lu6g/s400/DSC02256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200102534616821250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and my brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp6ZDNxrhI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8m3R7cUZIuo/s1600-h/DSC02263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp6ZDNxrhI/AAAAAAAAAj8/8m3R7cUZIuo/s400/DSC02263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200103290531065362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sister and my brownie&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://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp65DNxriI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9jExieU7oJc/s1600-h/DSC02257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp65DNxriI/AAAAAAAAAkE/9jExieU7oJc/s400/DSC02257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200103840286879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps: actually we shared the same brownie but it was so delicious, so i claimed it as mine. LOL&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/37484185-2965535706527235039?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2965535706527235039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2965535706527235039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2965535706527235039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2965535706527235039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-at-chillis.html' title='lunch at chilli&apos;s'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCp5tDNxrgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0dILSm6Lu6g/s72-c/DSC02256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4289613847879565920</id><published>2008-05-10T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:48:51.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>first week of my internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, it has been a week since I started my internship. Everyone there is super nice and friendly. Whenever I ask a question, I’ll get an answer, sometimes, with some additional knowledge from the question that I asked. I’m so glad that I got my internship in UMW. Even my supervisor is nice although he’s a bit cool, that kind of person who seldom talks. But it’s ok! I have my own cubicle, I can access to the internet and the internet is kinda fast. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On the fourth day of my internship, I was asked by my supervisor a.k.a manager of the equipment department to join a meeting to discuss about the requirements in a tender. I was allowed to give a few comments and asked questions. I was given an opportunity to do trial run with my supervisor, engineers and OL on a new software/management system in the company. I was so happy that I was given a lot of chances to learn and ask. Who said internship is no fun? Who said I will kena bully during my internship? Not true at all. Other than that, my supervisor and also another engineer told me to find manufacturer and supplier for some equipment. I feel so useful now. haha. I did say that I felt useless on my first day of internship. But I guess, this happened to almost every freshie in a company. So, I’m looking forward to learn more in this company. Hehe…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4289613847879565920?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4289613847879565920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4289613847879565920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4289613847879565920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4289613847879565920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-week-of-my-internship.html' title='first week of my internship'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3061039521838421818</id><published>2008-05-10T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:13:43.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calamity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>news of the decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As promised a month ago, I would write a post about news of the decade. So here it is…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Actually, it’s not something big but I’m just making a big fuss of it coz I think it’s something imperative, especially to those who come from JKKP UKM.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was having class with Dr. Siti Kathom the other day, with other coursemates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr was lecturing all the way and suddenly, she came up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;language issue&lt;/span&gt;. Most of us know that bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the national language in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and also the mother tongue for the malays. Since we were young, we learned all sorts of subjects in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. But before our former PM resigned, he made a new policy i.e. to teach maths and sciences subjects in English. My batch was the first batch to receive maths and sciences lessons in English since form 4, if I’m not mistaken. Since then, I’ve been learning almost everything in English except for history, moral and some other subjects. Learning everything in English means all the exams are conducted in English as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I still remember that most of my lecturers in Matriculation were having hard times adapting themselves to teach in English. But they somehow manage to get through and I would say that they did quite a great job. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The same happened when I entered UKM. My batch was the first batch to learn all the subjects in English except for Tamadun Islam and some other trivial subjects. In fact, my department was the only department to learn all the major subjects in English. I would like to admit that I was quite lucky to be able to learn everything in English. I’m that kind of person who would prefer to read books and does references using internationally written reference books, those McGraw-Hill books, Wiley and etc. International book are all written in English. Thus, it’s hassle free for me to read those international books, even making preparations for exams. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Undeniably, I prefer and love to learn everything in English, as this is the situation that all of us will meet when we go to work in the future. Even during my internship now, we use English to communicate, paper works, making calls, and during meetings. We cannot deny the importance of English in everyday life. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was quite disappointed when I was still a freshman in uni, some of the lecturers still refused to translate the notes into English. Some even said that, language is not a problem. Well, it’s not true at all! Language is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAJOR&lt;/span&gt; problem, it’s a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; problem. If language is not a problem, why would the government repeatedly insist the importance of bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and repeatedly encourage us to speak in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. With all the campaigns to enforce the usage of bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in our daily lives and with the mindset: hilang bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, hilanglah identiti sebagai orang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Well, this is not the main point of my story.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dr. Siti Kathom told us the other day that our thesis must be written in Bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I was very shocked to get this information. I was furious as well. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After 4 years of education in English, our thesis (passport to graduate) must be written in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. This is so absurd. What the heck! If we were to write our thesis in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, why do they change all the teaching to English in the first place???!!! This is so not fair to all the students. Some even told me that, as long as I’m in UKM, as long as I’m a Malaysian, I can never run away from bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don’t deny my identity as a Malaysian, and I don’t hate bahasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; or whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;. If we were to do our final project, which is the compilation of all our knowledge since 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year to 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year in bahasa &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, why do all the lecturers trouble themselves trying to adapt themselves to teach in English. What’s the point of tormenting themselves and torturing the students. This is a no-win situation. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The way Dr Siti Kathom told us, it seems to be the final decision. I am so dissatisfied. I think everything is so ridiculous. It seems like I don’t have a chance to even disagree or object this decision. It seems like I can’t complain. Even if I want to complain, who should I complain to?? I thought this is a democratic country and now I can’t even have a say. I can’t even defend myself. What the heck! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Coursemates, is this what you want? Are you satisfied with this? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3061039521838421818?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3061039521838421818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3061039521838421818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3061039521838421818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3061039521838421818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/news-of-decade.html' title='news of the decade'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8746945047940654167</id><published>2008-05-07T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:47:01.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>someone scratched my car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCEWk0VD4uI/AAAAAAAAAjs/milU9gUC118/s1600-h/IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCEWk0VD4uI/AAAAAAAAAjs/milU9gUC118/s400/IMG_1173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197460266740343522" 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/37484185-8746945047940654167?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8746945047940654167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8746945047940654167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8746945047940654167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8746945047940654167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/someone-scratched-my-car.html' title='someone scratched my car'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/SCEWk0VD4uI/AAAAAAAAAjs/milU9gUC118/s72-c/IMG_1173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-8496283785761640438</id><published>2008-05-05T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:29:14.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>life after exams</title><content type='html'>yay! finally i'm back. phew....my house's modem was spoilt and i couldn't online for almost 2 weeks. for those who online almost everyday, it's tormenting not to online for even a day. but it was a good thing not to be able to online for the past 2 weeks as i was having my final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, how was the exam? did i answer well? emmm...i would say that it's not easy at all but somehow, i managed to survive and i was glad i did. all in all, i'm still in one piece, mou chuen mou lan la...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my exam, my simpleton housemate accidentally scratched my car with her bike. i thought it was nothing serious so i didn't care much about it until i checked my car. dammit, the scratch was quite long and significant. of course i demanded her to compensate as i want to repair the defect part. it was not dented or anything, it was just that i didn't want my car to look cacat. that's all. so, i kindly looked for a mechanic, bargained with the mechanic to get a cheap price to fix my car and finally i got quite a good offer, RM 150, to fix the cacat part and repaint the whole front bumper. then i told the bitch to pay me RM 150 first. but mana tau, she couldn't afford the 150 and bargained with me. i told her to just give me RM 100 and i'll pay for the rest and she refused. to be fair, i told her to gimme RM 75 but she said it's not that expensive and she said she already found a mechanic and it's only about RM 50. then i said fine and asked her to gimme that RM 50. but she didn't pay me that time as she didn't have 50 with her and promised to give me the next day. mana tau, the next day, she disappeared for the whole day and came back only in the middle of the night. she saw me but she pretended not to see me. then i thought of giving her another day lar...then, the next day, she saw me but she pretended nothing happened again. so, i sms-ed her and told her to pay me asap. out of sudden, she told me to sign an agreement before she could pay me anything. i was furious and rushed to her room and talked to her. within 1 minutes, i raised my voice towards her. she was absurd. she was an idiot. she said she won't pay me anything until i sign the agreement. fine, finally, i told her that i don't want her damn money and asked her to leave me alone. later, after the argument, she sms-ed me and hope that we could remain as friend. i sms-ed her back and said: i don't want your damn money. can't you understand english? i ask you to compensate you bising, i don't want your money also you bising. you got nothing to do ar.&lt;br /&gt;from that time onwards, i haven't talked to her and even looked at her. she just doesn't deserve my respect. but i'm much more composed now. i must admit that her case really distracted me and i couldn't concentrate in my studies for a few days. anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my first day of training. i came in at 8 this morning and i was walking around since then until i got to borrow this notebook from one of the managers here and renewed my blog and checked my mails =)&lt;br /&gt;i was bored to death and i walked until there were blisters on my toes. sad sad sad. don't feel like coming in to work tomorrow. everyone was so busy and i was so free, i felt useless and useless...&lt;br /&gt;hope i can get something to work on tomorrow. even photocopy job or help some filing stuffs. sigh sigh sigh. my supervisor went off already and i am with my colleagues now. i meant i am with my collegues, sitting in different cubicles and do different things. they are busy and i am blogging and seeing around.&lt;br /&gt;there's a guy here from UTP and he started his internship since last december and he told me he did almost the same thing everyday. i was a bit shocked.&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor told me that he could bring me to site in terengganu but the biggest problem is that i'm a girl. sad. i heard that everyone on site is guy. but i couldn't believe that it's a problem because i'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to tomorrow at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-8496283785761640438?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/8496283785761640438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=8496283785761640438&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8496283785761640438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/8496283785761640438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-after-exams.html' title='life after exams'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4102027607535206775</id><published>2008-04-24T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:39:01.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone said'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>which one is new?</title><content type='html'>was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.flyfm.com.my/flyfmbbbshow.asp"&gt;Fly.fm pagi show&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Phat Fabes and Ben were discussing about courtesy and being a gentleman. there were loads of feedback from the listeners such as calls and smses, especially from the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys demand some gentleman-ness from us, the ladies like, we should open the door for them once in a while and pay for our own foods and stuffs. well, for me, it's partly true la coz we can't make other people to do something nice to us all the time, we must do something in return for others good deed once in while also la...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there is time to be served and time to serve&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one sms, it was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if a guy opens the door of a car for a girl, it's either the car or the girl is new&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was super funny. i was laughing like a maniac in my car with my hand hitting the steering wheel at the same time. at that time, i had already reached my fac and was sitting in my car listening to the show. some other students had arrived as well and i could tell what they were thinking~ is this girl mad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4102027607535206775?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4102027607535206775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4102027607535206775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4102027607535206775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4102027607535206775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/which-one-is-new.html' title='which one is new?'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3602959499916292818</id><published>2008-04-24T15:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:25:38.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopeless'/><title type='text'>a pool of saliva</title><content type='html'>life has been very hard to get by lately. am struggling all the time to study harder for this final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost had a mental breakdown yesterday. i couldn't study for the whole day. i was so tired. i had been having insomnia for almost 2 weeks. i thought i was going berserk yesterday. was feeling really really down yesterday. yeah, i did cry for a few times and each time, the tears just kept running down my cheeks automatically. i realised that i was the one giving myself so much pressure. i've always wanted to score well in exam. people always said results don't matter, what matter the most was your experience, your soft skills, your capability to fit in the society, mingle well with others. yeah, and i realised that. but i just wanted to give my best in studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the least thing i can do for my late father. i just want to make him proud with my achievements. that's the main reason for going all out for this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking to talk to my bff about the difficult times that i had. but she was having her exam as well and i didn't want to burden her with my feelings and emotions. so, i cried, watched some hilarious animes yesterday and managed to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for like 3 hours this afternoon. was feeling better after that. and when i woke up, i realised that i gave up already, for tomorrow's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going to prepare for another paper. at least this subject give me more confidence than the one i'm going to sit for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really peculiar dream just now. in my dream, i accidentally drank some water that contained algae without realising it. i felt something wrong and i spat the water in my mouth out. and when i woke up, got startled from that weird dream, i found a pool of saliva on my pillow. *i think i spat*&lt;br /&gt;that was so embarrassing and EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe i did that. sigh, need to wash my pillow case and jemur my pillow...seriously, that was the funniest thing happened in my life for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my nature to spit something out whenever i want to i.e. like when i am drinking soup and the soup is too hot. i get some serious warning from my mom but i just can't help it. i know, this is not bersopan-santun at all but who cares!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody, please tell me, what can i do to overcome this insomnia, i'm so suffering over this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my housemate accidentally scratched my car with her bike. she apologised and i didn't get angry at her la. but what erupted the volcano inside my heart was that she kept repeating that, " i ACCIDENTALLY scratched your car BUT it's at the BOTTOM PART of your car,"&lt;br /&gt;she was acting like 'it's not a big deal'. excuse me, my father bought this car for me and i have a responsibility to keep it in it's best shape.&lt;br /&gt;when i checked it, it's not even at the most bottom part, in fact, it is at the front of my car. it's about 20 cm in length and approximately 0.5 cm wide. that's not the only scratch at that spot, there is a few other scratches. give you a situation, if you hurt your leg (it's consider the bottom part of your human body), so do you still count that you are hurt?? what theory was her theory...am going to fix it after my exam tomorrow. for sure i will ask her to compensate. feel like a bad person for asking her to pay but she is the culprit after all, so why not?! sigh, time-wasting. feel so sueh pulak tiba-tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go study d...hope my bff will come to kl next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3602959499916292818?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3602959499916292818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3602959499916292818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3602959499916292818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3602959499916292818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/pool-of-saliva.html' title='a pool of saliva'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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cover, and i mean studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept fitfully for the past few days. i don't know what is bothering my mind, just can't fall asleep easily. it's sad to not to fall asleep easily, you know. imagine lying on the bed, feel so alone, wanted to get a good sleep but can't, and wasting loads of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played with Joey for 1 hour today. but Joey hurts me. i feel so sad not to be able to control him. i feel sad not be able to communicate with him. sad sad sad. Joey is getting so dusty and dirty these days. Mummy will clean you up soon, okay? my biggest problem with Joey is because of Mr. Fedderick. This Mr.Fedderick ar, keep coming in between Joey and me. spoiling our relationships. grrr...i tried to tame Mr.Fedderick, so he could go away but nay...to no avail. this Mr.Fedderick is super stubborn, shameless dude. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really need to sleep now although i'm super fresh now. ok la, til the next time....&lt;br /&gt;good night...or should i say, good morning????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i haven't forgotten about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;news of the decade&lt;/span&gt;...choto matte ya, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2002528680334872128?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2002528680334872128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2002528680334872128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2002528680334872128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2002528680334872128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope-i-can-sleep-well-tonight.html' title='hope i can sleep well tonight'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5330566616738660019</id><published>2008-04-14T15:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:32:42.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>major FREEZE project</title><content type='html'>was reading the stars just now and i saw a news where 1000 people were converged at shopping complex to take part in KL Freeze in Unison, the city's first major freeze project where people had to cease from moving from 3.35 p.m. to 3.39 p.m. yesterday. wow! that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/14/nation/20080414091531&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated : there's a link &lt;a href="http://www.smashpop.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; showing the video of the KL Freeze yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Freeze in Grand Central Station in NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMpS9JL7K2g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMpS9JL7K2g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Great Trafalgar Freeze in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTgm4wXq6eI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yTgm4wXq6eI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can take part in one of these things in the future coz it's so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...what would you pose as if you were to freeze for 5 minutes? i would pose as i were promoting a branded perfume (with a bottle of perfume in my hand of course!). LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-5330566616738660019?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5330566616738660019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5330566616738660019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5330566616738660019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5330566616738660019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/major-freeze-project.html' title='major FREEZE project'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-5859471621825022139</id><published>2008-04-11T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:28:48.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>are noodles not a controlled item???</title><content type='html'>Domestic Trade and Consumer Affairs Minister said that government can't do much with the increase in the price of noodles as it is not a controlled item. what the heck??? what a lousy excuse...if it is not a controlled item, can't they make it a controlled item? although some hawkers and restaurant owners said they won't increase the price of the noodles they are selling, but eventually, they will do so as this is business. everyone wants to have their business giving profits. and i believe that these are only opinions from a small portions of noodles seller. Malaysians especially Chinese eats noodles almost everyday. even most of the hawkers and restaurant owners are Chinese. how can government let this to happen to us? shouldn't government do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;dahlah make a big fuss over the increased salary among the civil servants and now the prices of the necessities are increasing daily.&lt;br /&gt;dahlah ptptn for students tak increase even 1 cents and extra money is being charged when we pay back the ptptn.&lt;br /&gt;this is just making Malaysians' life harder.&lt;br /&gt;i voice out not because i want to cause any disruption but i want others to know hard life is getting by recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/11/nation/20913878&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-5859471621825022139?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/5859471621825022139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=5859471621825022139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5859471621825022139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/5859471621825022139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-noodles-not-controlled-item.html' title='are noodles not a controlled item???'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-2380884427862822570</id><published>2008-04-11T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:21:39.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>mag a pic!</title><content type='html'>was doing some mag-a-pic on a webpage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;http://www.magmypic.com/&lt;/a&gt; to create your own cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5LlltfXPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fy8ok-IAZpE/s1600-h/369d6dfbab36d9ebdf4063db901b8d01_MORON_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5LlltfXPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fy8ok-IAZpE/s400/369d6dfbab36d9ebdf4063db901b8d01_MORON_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187666929927544050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bff and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5MGltfXQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wD-mN1cl3MY/s1600-h/3957daf507a910273785d57670ab609e_FAMILY_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5MGltfXQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/wD-mN1cl3MY/s400/3957daf507a910273785d57670ab609e_FAMILY_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187667496863227138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still my bff and i =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5MS1tfXRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FtfK_IQAlMA/s1600-h/60af60da0ed90fd997101f39d1ae6f1c_TEENGIRL_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5MS1tfXRI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FtfK_IQAlMA/s400/60af60da0ed90fd997101f39d1ae6f1c_TEENGIRL_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187667707316624658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;janet and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5Mc1tfXSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/h_0G7MzSlNY/s1600-h/65c0a679a30c78c491b0357cb9f5c025_MOD_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5Mc1tfXSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/h_0G7MzSlNY/s400/65c0a679a30c78c491b0357cb9f5c025_MOD_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187667879115316514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and lastly, my leng lui sister...hehe...still single. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDc4NDcwNjMzOTcmc%20%20HQ9MTIwNzg*NzA2Njc2MiZwPTU*NzgxJmQ9cGFydG5lcitkYXRhJm49.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="0" width="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-2380884427862822570?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/2380884427862822570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=2380884427862822570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2380884427862822570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/2380884427862822570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/mag-pic_11.html' title='mag a pic!'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_5LlltfXPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fy8ok-IAZpE/s72-c/369d6dfbab36d9ebdf4063db901b8d01_MORON_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-3416122468752791934</id><published>2008-04-10T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:48:34.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>yet another unmotivated day</title><content type='html'>exam is just around the corner, yet i am still lazying around day-dreaming and doing nothing. it is a pain in the ass when you want to study but just can't concentrate. going back to johor tomorrow. i expect to spend another weekend without doing any revision. sigh...feel like i'm such a big failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just so motivated the other day. was doing everything at a great speed. yet, i became so slow since yesterday. i guess it was the project thingy. a few major projects are enough to use me up. don't know whether i could endure anything that is to come in the future. i need a revival. i need something new to motivate myself again. am feeling really really down these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to have my exam from 21 april til 2 may. rest for 3 days and will start my internship on 5 may. going to have my internship in UMW. am kinda anticipating this internship. don't know how well i can perform but i hope everything will turn out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching winter sonata on you-tube the other day. the drama was produced 7 years ago. i didn't realise that this korean drama was this old until i read some of the comments by the viewer on you-tube. kinda missed it as it's the first korean drama that was broadcasted in malaysia tv. didn't have much opinion regarding this drama back then. this time around, i was thinking why would they make bae-yong-jun in this movie to lose his eye-sight at the end of the drama. was kinda sad though. anyhow, it was just a drama after all...&lt;br /&gt;what caught my attention the most were the songs in this drama. mostly sang by Ryu, a korean singer. was google-ing about him on the web but i found that he kept himself a very low profile. it's very difficult to get his pic and info. i was so crazy with the songs in this drama and i bought an OST of winter sonata when this drama was aired on tv. LOL. that was the one and only original CD i bought so far. LOL. but, a song from this drama was missing from the CD. Ryu's moment. i got a link of this song in my blog, if you notice, it's on the upper right hand-side of my blog. was searching everywhere on the web to download this song. finally, after 2 days, i managed to get it downloaded from baidu. is it illegal? well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la...enough for time-wasting in my dear blog. gotta go study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;news of the decade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students, especially coursemates, voice out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-3416122468752791934?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/3416122468752791934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=3416122468752791934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3416122468752791934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/3416122468752791934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-another-unmotivated-day.html' title='yet another unmotivated day'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-1798344320876092836</id><published>2008-04-09T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:17:39.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>arghhh.....was so angry just now. feel like beating up someone again! feel like screaming. feel like pek pao mm lao!&lt;br /&gt;grhhhh....what a jerk, dumped most of the things to me, to beautify, to wrap up. sigh...i wish there'll be peer assessment this time, so i can fail the jerk! i didn't regret for giving him low marks for the past peer assessment. he has some courtesy and manners to learn plus some attitude adjustment. being the youngest doesn't mean he to be such a snobbish person. i'm the youngest in my family too but at least, i know how to respect others and lift up others burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exam is less than a month now. haven't even prepared 1% of the whole course. sigh...so much for getting good results this sem. i wish i could study, put aside all the presentations, all the problems and focus in my studies. don't know what is bothering me. just can't concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll be expecting this post to be full of complains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even know what i wanna blog about. life is tiresome nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend asked me to help her write an essay just now. the purpose was to apply for job. i was like...what the heck? i'm not the one who wants to apply the job. why should i write for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder, am i too kind-hearted or what? always offer to do some trivial yet important work in a group. i am just thinking whether people have stepped over the line and take me for granted, which i don't like at all. but when i become more self-centered and do only what i am supposed to do, people will tend to think that i'm not contributive enough. sigh! don't know what am i supposed to do to fulfill others needs and my scope of responsibility. i think dying is a better choice above everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. was supposed to show off my engineering drawing to irina. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_x6YD29VMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v_Dh07o6TvY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_x6YD29VMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v_Dh07o6TvY/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187155424595236034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my engineering drawing. haha. spent almost an hour to draw such a simple drawing. don't know whether the format is correct though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to have sushi at sushi king with the girls yesterday. all the rice-based sushi was only at RM 2 per plate. 5 of us ate 33 plates. seemed a lot but i think it's normal. don't feel like blogging now. til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/37484185-1798344320876092836?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/1798344320876092836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=1798344320876092836&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1798344320876092836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/1798344320876092836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/R_x6YD29VMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v_Dh07o6TvY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-4112227544663721175</id><published>2008-04-08T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:48:48.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>arghhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMMIT! &lt;/span&gt;i received another e-mail that curses people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been frustrating. people keep ignoring me, my sms to be exact. there's a project we need to submit tomorrow. i am so kind-hearted to offer others to send me their project and i'll burn it into CD. but nobody sends me anything. in fact, i sms-ed them in the afternoon today. now i don't know what to do. grrr..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't study today. something is bothering me for the whole day. sigh sigh sigh. feel like screaming and grab someone to beat up. arghhh.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-4112227544663721175?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/4112227544663721175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=4112227544663721175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4112227544663721175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/4112227544663721175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/arghhh.html' title='arghhh.....'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37484185.post-7427545233799240230</id><published>2008-04-02T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:41:14.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>what a day...</title><content type='html'>don't know what to blog about. but feel like blogging, so here i am. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was april fool. i was fool-ed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1st april fool-joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bff sent me an sms on the april fool eve. it said:&lt;br /&gt;'this sms is a threat, read it only on tuesday.'&lt;br /&gt;where got people wait de, then i ma scrolled down and it said:&lt;br /&gt;' i know you can't wait liao, so congrats! you are the first fool in the 2008 april fool! haha'&lt;br /&gt;=.=''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2nd april fool-joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with khian foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khian foo: hey, did you know that sheng wa (my coursemates, his best pal) was admitted to hospital today?&lt;br /&gt;me: really? what happened?&lt;br /&gt;khian foo: around 1 p.m. today. drug poisoning&lt;br /&gt;me: my goodness. what happened? did he went to pub or disco?&lt;br /&gt;khian foo: it's confirmed drug poisoning. dunno it's legal or illegal&lt;br /&gt;me: my goodness. i am shocked.&lt;br /&gt;khian foo: ok. end of story. happy april fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.='''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3rd april fool-joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading kenny sia's blog just now. he wrote he wanted to close down the blog. i really believed until i read at the bottom of the page.&lt;br /&gt;'guess what day is today?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=''''''''''''''''''''''''''''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a major 56-slide presentation tomorrow morning. was practising for like 3.5 hours just now. it was insane. gonna lose my voice soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church to have a class with pastor faith today. what hit me real hard and real deep was this : love God and your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;my pastor kept repeating this over and over again until i think i will have nightmare tonight with the great commandment playing in my coconut now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things left undone now.&lt;br /&gt;so many things in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, gonna continue working!&lt;br /&gt;til then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37484185-7427545233799240230?l=samandj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/feeds/7427545233799240230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37484185&amp;postID=7427545233799240230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7427545233799240230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37484185/posts/default/7427545233799240230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samandj.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-day.html' title='what a day...'/><author><name>s@m巧彦</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09527416096509425060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QFdwiVHp7A/Sb8VxSSAsGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Vz1-_UKuaGY/S220/DSC04635.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
