<?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-7402108119820643216</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:54:39.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Broken-Hearted Man</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-8953085986958661736</id><published>2009-08-29T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:57:28.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I got my papers back for the tests. Indeed, there are always higher mountains everywhere. I was really tired to try to climb to the top but it didn't turn out to be what I wanted. Never mind that. There's always a next time waiting for me. I just have to admit it. I'm kiasu... I'm kiasu... and I'm really kiasu. Damn afraid of losing but I think I have to learn to get used to losing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that this post is actually my 50th post here and I have been blogging for more than half a year (obviously, I'm not an active blogger). And I think that it is time to put a full stop to it. I just have to spend more time on my studies. I need time to buck up. Sigh... That's why I think I don't have time for blogging anymore. Sad to say that. So, this blog is going to end right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I would like to thank everyone that has read my blog and cared for me. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...THE END...&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/7402108119820643216-8953085986958661736?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8953085986958661736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-stop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8953085986958661736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8953085986958661736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-stop.html' title='Full Stop'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7257477435283872662</id><published>2009-08-25T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:55:38.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the flower blooms, sometimes it wilts;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it shines, sometimes it rains;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel happy, sometimes we feel sad;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we face the ups in life, sometimes we face the downs;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we appreciate what we have,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we complain about what we don't have;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is easy to get what we want, sometimes it can be hard;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we achieve our goals, sometimes we don't;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I succeed, but this time I failed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-7257477435283872662?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7257477435283872662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7257477435283872662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7257477435283872662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-6597973273645318516</id><published>2009-08-14T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:08:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really can't bear this anymore. Can't stand it any longer!! Arghh... It's getting on my nerves lately. I really don't know why human can be like this. How can this possibly happen to my uni?! I've been doing a lot of group works for the past few weeks and of course, I have learned a lot. Basically, I have come up with a conclusion that is human can be grouped into 3 categories: lazy, lazier and the laziest. Therefore, HUMAN IS LAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SoVsQGRvnFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z_6AnWX10vs/s1600-h/angry_man.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SoVsQGRvnFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z_6AnWX10vs/s320/angry_man.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369817154527927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey human, do you actually know what group work means? It means WE ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK TOGETHER IN GROUPS! But it looked like I did almost all the jobs. You know what? I was so pissed off whenever my group members kept postponing their work. Is this really so-called team work? I can't see where the team work is! So how am I supposed to trust my group members?! I've found out that I can't really trust anyone here. Sigh... I'm really wondering how am I going to survive next time I have group work again. If this continues, my brain is going to explode for sure. So, HUMAN (including me, of course), PLEASE... PLEASE DON'T BE SO LAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I came across this shooting game - Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SoVuJHefcRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wyYU1Eh2DFM/s1600-h/left-4-dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SoVuJHefcRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wyYU1Eh2DFM/s320/left-4-dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369819233614000402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so addictive. You know what? Yesterday, I played this game with my friend until 1 o' clock midnight even thought the next day we had Maths test. I never knew that I could possibly fall in love with this game. But I'm not sure if I will still love this game some days later. Hey wait. How come everything here is so addictive? The first was pool. Now is Left 4 Dead. So what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha XD&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/7402108119820643216-6597973273645318516?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6597973273645318516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6597973273645318516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6597973273645318516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SoVsQGRvnFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Z_6AnWX10vs/s72-c/angry_man.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7219264695183794867</id><published>2009-08-08T22:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:07:05.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Be Higher Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept wondering how were the other university like. Wondering if they were like my university too. I thought that university life would be full of fun. I thought that I would not have to study that much. I thought that I could play all the time. I thought that universities would be much easier than secondary school. But I was quite wrong. How I wish I had more time for entertainment. How I wish I had 48 hours per day. Time is just not enough for me. I know this is just the beginning but assignments, tutorial works, presentations, tests etc keep flooding into my life. Arghhh... I don't have much time to watch TV. Arghhh... I don't have time to blog that much. Arghhh... I don't have time to play pool. Oh my God! I haven't been playing pool for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had my tests for English and Malaysian Studies. Hard to believe that time just slipped away so fast that tests came so early. By the way, the tests were okay but Malaysian Studies was... ... Sigh. Can I not sit for Malaysian Studies test? It was not that hard, but not that easy either. But what's the purpose of studying it? Just because we are Malaysian? Duh... ... We have been studying history since Form 1 for around 5 years and we are forced to study it  AGAIN?! This is just too much. I'm so afraid of the forthcoming Malaysian Studies test. Subjective questions! Oh my God, have to study like hell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just got my Maths quiz paper. Guess how much I got? Of course... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2RJbFcBsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c5ED7K1KFXo/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2RJbFcBsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c5ED7K1KFXo/s320/DSC00842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367605921970915010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 per 10. Haha... Don't you think I'm pro? I am, indeed. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh... I was becoming boastful lately. Actually this is not really pro. Quite some number of students get this mark. So you can imagine how high the standard is in Nottingham University. All the people here are so competitive. I'm starting to feel afraid how I will score in my next test.&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/7402108119820643216-7219264695183794867?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7219264695183794867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-always-be-higher-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7219264695183794867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7219264695183794867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-always-be-higher-mountain.html' title='There&apos;s Always Be Higher Mountain'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2RJbFcBsI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c5ED7K1KFXo/s72-c/DSC00842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-8392130842990368401</id><published>2009-07-31T23:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:20:26.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like University Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is precious. Time is money. Time is invaluable. I wish I had more time. I need more time to do my tutorial work. More time to do my revision. And more time to polish up my snooker skills. Haha... How I wish I had time to do all these things. By the way, my friend just lent me his USB cable. And that means I can upload my pictures now. Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first picture starts with my lovely university.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMQYfTKUyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YZuHXM9keZ0/s1600-h/DSC00818.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMQYfTKUyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YZuHXM9keZ0/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649594033165090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How it looks like? Nice right? Hehe^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR3saVxOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PZDdkO09F6I/s1600-h/DSC00817.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR3saVxOI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PZDdkO09F6I/s320/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651229640508642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The night view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR3t7URgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uNyuJPqBup4/s1600-h/DSC00822.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR3t7URgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/uNyuJPqBup4/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651230047258114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why they have this kind of structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4MZi3QI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Tc3fCa1GA1Y/s1600-h/DSC00820.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4MZi3QI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Tc3fCa1GA1Y/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651238227107074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can have some splashing time there. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here you will see a lot of stray dogs. Sometimes it is quite funny to look at some girls, so afraid of dogs, keep looking back if any dogs are following them. Haha... I know I'm being bad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMUpcQHyVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/p2C-KcS8Mm4/s1600-h/DSC00823.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMUpcQHyVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/p2C-KcS8Mm4/s320/DSC00823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364654283319396690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a few days ago, I noticed a car. I rarely see this car on road so of course, the first thing I did was take a nice picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4ozY-4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/K3I7vhIqcSg/s1600-h/DSC00826.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4ozY-4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/K3I7vhIqcSg/s320/DSC00826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651245851704194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A classic car!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4zQ_N6I/AAAAAAAAAco/vZd_ivCJqoU/s1600-h/DSC00827.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMR4zQ_N6I/AAAAAAAAAco/vZd_ivCJqoU/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651248660199330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kept wondering whose car was this. Was it Najib's car? I don't know. By the way, just for your info, Najib, our 6th prime minister, is one of the alumni of Nottingham University. That means we are somehow related in some ways. Now I can go out and shout aloud, "The prime minister is my senior!" Haha XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days, I had my first time entering the lab in Nottingham University. Finally, a chance to try something practical.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMWXt6uSEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bepoj3juM4A/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMWXt6uSEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bepoj3juM4A/s320/DSC00828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364656177847093314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, in my lab coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I look professional in it? Haha... Call me Dr. Tan Wei Ming then. Hehe... (the Dr. title suits my name so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just heard that a lot people think that Nottingham University is a good uni. Actually, what really makes a good uni? Not the facilities. Not the lecturers. Not the environment. I would say the students. Why Nottingham University is good? The reason is simple. IT HAS GOOD STUDENTS JUST LIKE ME!! Haha XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Snooker is addictive. Never try it or else you will end up like me, playing days and nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-8392130842990368401?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8392130842990368401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8392130842990368401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8392130842990368401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-is-precious.html' title='I Like University Life'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SnMQYfTKUyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YZuHXM9keZ0/s72-c/DSC00818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-6506158628564367455</id><published>2009-07-25T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:21:52.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been two weeks since I have studied over there. It's not that dull after all even I didn't have the chance to go out during the week. 'Cause there's so many new things waiting for me to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days, I had my first time playing snooker. Thinking of it made me laugh. I was playing with my friend (a newbie too) and there were some Africans playing at the next table. They were pro of course. Sometimes, I caught them peeping at us. I wondered if they laughed at us. Anyway, for a newbie like me, sometimes I got No.1 in the game (versus another newbie of course). I should have taken some photos but no point, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt; cable isn't working. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arghh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than snooker, I went to the gym too. My very first time again. Before I proceed, I have a question in my mind. Does a muscular guy working out in a gym look attractive? Of course, that's not my main reason for being there. I just wanted to build up my muscles. Within an hour, I saw my body changed from 1 pack abs to... ... ... ... ... ... 6 pack abs. Unbelievable right? Indeed, it was hard to believe. That's why Ripley's Believe It Or Not is going to interview me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh... enough of it. I was just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across this Thai commercial video. It claims to be the saddest commercial ever. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpf2hsZGsJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpf2hsZGsJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Why were we born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;To enjoy and live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;~Wilson T.W.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: I'm working my way to become a snooker pro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, now, my arms are aching so much. Must have overworked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;... I can't type any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7402108119820643216-6506158628564367455?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6506158628564367455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-weeks-since-i-have-studied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6506158628564367455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6506158628564367455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-weeks-since-i-have-studied.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-1576072088224361879</id><published>2009-07-21T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:20:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons Why You Should Study At Nottingham University</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. All the lecturers are very experienced and willing to assist you if you have any problem regarding your studies in order to make you an all-rounded student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It has a well-facilitated sport complex and is complete with all sorts of facilities that you can think of. It has a big swimming pool, gymnasium, squash court, tennis court, basketball court etc. Your time there will never be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The scenery is very beautiful which can enhance your studies. It has a big lake (you can see some ducks there) with jogging track surrounding it. You can take a brief walk around the lake and all your stress will be gone for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can brush up your English speaking skills. Almost everyone here can speak good English. This includes the security guards!! You can imagine how high the English standard there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Last but not least, you will be able to watch ME  there!! No entrance fee or any other charges are required. Isn't that a great deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: This is my very first post at Nottingham University. Of course I have to promote my university. Haha...&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/7402108119820643216-1576072088224361879?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1576072088224361879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-reasons-why-you-should-study-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1576072088224361879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1576072088224361879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-reasons-why-you-should-study-at.html' title='5 Reasons Why You Should Study At Nottingham University'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-2687705789821523964</id><published>2009-07-18T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:23:47.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was finally back at home yesterday after five days staying there. So good to be home again. At least I don't have to wake up that early. Hmm... What should I start with? Oh yeah... I just have to tell you how packed my timetable is. OH my God, I never thought that it could be that strenuous. Can you imagine how tired I was, having to study from 9am to 5pm with only 1 hour lunch break? I don't think there's another university student having such packed timetable. Sigh... Pity me. I really wish I could be a superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SmFh0s7Hx4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYJep9NeRyE/s1600-h/superman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SmFh0s7Hx4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYJep9NeRyE/s320/superman-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359672589587826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past week, luckily I had some activities to do. Went to ice breaking night and pool party last week. Had a lot of fun there, but damn it, I caught a flu after dipping in the freezing cold pool water. ( Flu?! I mean H1N1?! Shit... Why did I have this flu at this wrong time. But, I don't really think it's H1N1. Anyway, really hope it won't get any worse. ) Actually staying in hostel wasn't that bad after all. But, honestly, it can be boring sometimes. Once I finished my tutorial work, I had nothing to do. COMPLETELY nothing to do! That time was like a torture. That's why sometimes I did hang out in the computer lab. Oh, talking about the computers there, undeniably the speed is okay, but all the p2p websites are blocked. That means I can't download songs or movies there. My God, this is really torturing. To make things worse, the computers there don't have speakers or even headsets. I really can't stand this. How am I supposed to listen to songs or watch Youtube?! I was like... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SmFk-dDRK5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Xy_tPQ-kPVw/s1600-h/cyclops+arghh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SmFk-dDRK5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Xy_tPQ-kPVw/s320/cyclops+arghh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359676055660604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I will stop here for my university life. I will be talking about it more next time when time allows. But there's one more thing that I must mention right here right now. It's about the KTM. Yesterday, I took the KTM at around 6.30pm. I thought that it wouldn't be that crowded, thinking that all the people would be going back home and taking the another train, different from what I was taking. But I was wrong. So wrong! The KTM was already so packed like a sardine can. And I,  taking a big luggage of clothes and a bag of books, had to cramp myself into the train. Bloody hell... Everyone was pushing you into the train. I think my bones were going to break soon. You can't really move your limbs even a bit inside that sardine-like compartment and sometimes you have to either tip-toe or stand on one leg there. To girls, beware of molesters. I believe perverts (not including me, of course. Haha XD) like to take action in such crowded place. To boys, be careful not to be a molester. Haha... I'm kidding. And to KTM, don't make me wait for too long! (Obviously, I'm an impatient person.) I came across a video, showing people taking the metro in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aN31iamBDMU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aN31iamBDMU&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" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If that really happened to me, I would really kill everyone there so that there's only me taking the train. So, I think that's basically enough for today's post. Will be blogging again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: I wonder why the USB cable connecting my phone and computer always malfunctions. Damn it! How am I supposed to transfer files?! &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/7402108119820643216-2687705789821523964?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2687705789821523964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2687705789821523964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2687705789821523964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SmFh0s7Hx4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/TYJep9NeRyE/s72-c/superman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-8076132129425400040</id><published>2009-07-11T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:41:15.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new chapter of my life has finally begun, I had myself registered in University Of Nottingham on last Thursday ( sounds classy, isn't it? XD). For those who haven't been there before, here you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SlgSnRfPdPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dmq87CtD558/s1600-h/malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SlgSnRfPdPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dmq87CtD558/s320/malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357052222675842290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the lake there? The scenery there looks good actually. Jealous of me being able to study there? You should. Haha... kidding only. Too bad that I haven't taken any picture of it. Words just can't describe how nice it is. Perhaps I will take some pictures in near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an induction programme yesterday. Oh gosh... I just have to tell you how much I suffered there. Having to sit there for more than 3 hours was unbearable to me. My butt ached so much. Haha... I wonder how my butt will survive for a 3 hours lecture next time. Those lecturers briefed us about library, IT service, this and that. But I understood that sometimes our thoughts might wander around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls might be thinking...&lt;br /&gt;"When will this talk end? Arghh... I'm gonna miss Lam Fung's ( 林峰 ) show!"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya... Later I have to go shopping laa!"&lt;br /&gt;"My hubby is waiting outside. Poor him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, the girl is steaming hot!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Where? Where?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find her!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah! I lend you my telescope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm making all these up myself. Not funny at all?! Don't laugh then. So when the induction programme ended, I still had stuff to do. Had to walk from this block to another block to find out which group I belong to. Oh gosh... My leg ached so much. These few days, I really got a lot things to do. Arghh... moving into hostel is troublesome! For the next few days, I may not be blogging 'cause I have too many things to settle down.&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/7402108119820643216-8076132129425400040?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8076132129425400040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8076132129425400040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8076132129425400040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SlgSnRfPdPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dmq87CtD558/s72-c/malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-487843546948258328</id><published>2009-07-04T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:11:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you do when you have nothing to do? Sport? Computer games? Outings? Anyone here who likes to daydream when you have nothing to do? If you do, you have definitely found the right person 'cause I daydream a lot. Haha... You can daydream when you are eating, watching TV, bathing, waiting for a bus,walking on the street, driving etc. You can do it whenever or wherever you want. I wonder why no one treats daydreaming as a hobby. These dew days, I just have too much time to daydream. Dream about what? Of course, money. (Obviously I'm a money-minded person.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8YTUcF1EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tsSkJV1wWaI/s1600-h/P1000685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8YTUcF1EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tsSkJV1wWaI/s320/P1000685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354525202149921858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Money matters a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was dreaming about how I would become a professional engineer and then set up my own engineering firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I would venture into business, opening up my own restaurant. Of course, it would going to be one of the most famous fast food merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8ZpYu9BpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_nw-38qqwCc/s1600-h/image_services_restaurant_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8ZpYu9BpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_nw-38qqwCc/s320/image_services_restaurant_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354526680771528338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wouldn't just stop right there. I would open a hotel, a 6-stars hotel to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8ZpkcNoEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uIR-Eaasu0g/s1600-h/hotel_green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8ZpkcNoEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uIR-Eaasu0g/s320/hotel_green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354526683914149954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Becoming the richest in Asia, I would be awarded the Entrepreneurship Of The Year award. And finally, I would retire at the age of ** ahem ** at the age of 25. (I know this is hardly possible. But, who knows it may just happen, right? Do say right. Haha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey come back down to Earth!! And get your work done!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! I really got myself too far away. I really have to work hard on my revision now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7402108119820643216-487843546948258328?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/487843546948258328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/daydreaming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/487843546948258328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/487843546948258328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sk8YTUcF1EI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tsSkJV1wWaI/s72-c/P1000685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-9006757545722017106</id><published>2009-07-03T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:19:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Uni Soon</title><content type='html'>I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to university soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds annoying but I'm just too excited about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-9006757545722017106?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9006757545722017106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-going-uni-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9006757545722017106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9006757545722017106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-going-uni-soon.html' title='I&apos;m Going Uni Soon'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7550131899025949772</id><published>2009-06-28T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:24:19.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer: Revenge Of The Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally had a chance to watch this highly-anticipated movie. The cinema was so packed. I think most of the people wanted to watch the same movie. Couldn't believe it would be that crowded. What's the movie? Of course it is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Transformer: Revenge Of The Fallen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Skds1My5cQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/68u4xSOk0Kw/s1600-h/2009531948298252075115243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Skds1My5cQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/68u4xSOk0Kw/s320/2009531948298252075115243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352366343376695554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like the movie quite much. Anyone will definitely fall in love with this movie. I would like to point out why it is a must-watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are more Autobots and Decepticons. You will watch Bumblebee cry too ( it looked so funny when it cried ). Watch them transform from vehicles to robots and even from a beautiful woman to a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You wouldn't want to miss those robots fight. Launching missiles, knocking each other down. Guys will definitely like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last but not least, Megan Fox was sexier than ever. No wonder she was the "Sexiest Woman in the World" in 2008 (voted by FHM readers). Oh man, you have to watch her on bike. I won't forget that scene forever. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely my most favourite movie for year 2009. Even elderly went to cinema to watch this. So you can imagine how nice this movie is. Great show overall and you will regret if you miss this. I would rate it 9.5 out of 10.&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/7402108119820643216-7550131899025949772?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7550131899025949772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformer-revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7550131899025949772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7550131899025949772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformer-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformer: Revenge Of The Fallen'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Skds1My5cQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/68u4xSOk0Kw/s72-c/2009531948298252075115243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7959764543043718986</id><published>2009-06-22T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:34:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Today Was Your Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June is coming to an end and July is approaching. Some of you may be busy doing assignments. Some preparing for test. And some  may be having semester break. What about me? Hmm... I will get a chance to do those things soon. Really soon. Only around 2 more weeks for me to relax. Hey wait... not to relax, should be 2 more weeks to do my revision. Oh gosh! I can't remember much of what I've learned for the past years. It's been half a year that I haven't even touched those books. Oh no... I will be having an entry test. I wonder how will I score in it. 2 more weeks... Hmm... Can I finish Physics, Chemistry and Add Maths within 2 weeks? I really have to make a timetable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I came across a song entitled If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback. I can't help but to post the music video and the lyric up here 'cause the lyrics is way too meaningful and inspiring (at least it is to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0Ia07pu704&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0Ia07pu704&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned&lt;br /&gt;Leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was too late,&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;(would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What if, What if, If today was your last day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What if, What if)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was too late,&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call old friends you never see..&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one your dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll finally fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;(That you'll finally fall in love)&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day,&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark,&lt;br /&gt;On mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late,&lt;br /&gt;To shoot for the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't rewind&lt;br /&gt;A moment in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way,&lt;br /&gt;Cause the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was too late,&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;And would you call old friends you never see..&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Could you)&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one your dreaming of,&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll finally fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;(Would you, Would you)&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If today was your last day, what would you do? Hmm... What would I do? I've never thought of it yet. I can hardly think of an interesting thing to do but I will appreciate every moment I have now, I guess.&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/7402108119820643216-7959764543043718986?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7959764543043718986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-today-was-your-last-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7959764543043718986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7959764543043718986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-today-was-your-last-day.html' title='If Today Was Your Last Day'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7961839948195210604</id><published>2009-06-10T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:21:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss those moments that we had chatter and laughter in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those moments that we shared bedtime stories in camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm longing for the moment where I will make my first step into university life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-7961839948195210604?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7961839948195210604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7961839948195210604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7961839948195210604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-6987953130330832300</id><published>2009-06-02T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:47:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's JPA Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I becoming an old grandpa? Keep on saying the same old thing. Just bear with me one more time. Yesterday, once again, the JPA official website was flooded... flooded with anxious JPA applicants who appealed. Of course, I was one of them. But I'm not anxious or nervous and my heartbeats didn't even raise a bit. Again, I failed. I wasn't upset. I wasn't angry. I wasn't heartbroken. I felt nothing, actually. 'Cause it was what I expected since the first day I made my appeal. It wasn't that I lost hope in myself. It wasn't that I was much much weaker than other people. It's just that I started to take it positively. Some people out there have lost hope when they failed the scholarships. I felt sorry for them but I couldn't stop laughing. Why are they so vulnerable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how many article out there are about this JPA? I just can't count with my fingers. Students with 13A1 or even one with 15A1 couldn't get it. Actually, I didn't care much about all these news. It was my dad who was so concerned about this hot (according to him) topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, getting JPA scholarships may be a good experience, but it may not turn out to be a good thing. You can say I'm the fox in "The Fox And The Grapes". What do you think if you have to serve the government but they are only giving you a lower wage and getting a promotion is harder than climbing up the sky? And this will not last only for a year or two but around FIVE years. So what do you think about this 'offer'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I read a comment from a forumer. I can't disagree with what she wrote. She was damn right. Even not getting a scholarship may be a good thing. At least you can go to any university you want, right? And choose the course you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What I'm try to say is, sometimes things happen for a reason. A misfortune today may well be a blessing in disguise for tomorrow. When a door closes in your face, it means that somewhere out there, another has opened. So you can either wail and bang the closed door with your fists until they bleed, or you can start looking for that other open door. Don't give up, and keep telling yourself that there's a better opportunity waiting for you elsewhere. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with her. As you know, the night will never last forever. The rain will surely stop one day. And of course, someday, things will turn out the way I want them to be. I believe God will surely lead me to another much better door. I just want to say, not getting a scholarship doesn't mean I'm a big loser. The race is not over yet. Maybe I will become the big winner in the end. Haha... Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me, "Where do you see yourself 10 years later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will answer you, arrogantly, "I will be standing on top of the world and everything will be underneath my feet." (With a big laugh, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bullshitting huh? You can say so for this moment, but time will prove it all.&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/7402108119820643216-6987953130330832300?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6987953130330832300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-jpa-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6987953130330832300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6987953130330832300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-jpa-again.html' title='It&apos;s JPA Again'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-4422923729433054727</id><published>2009-05-28T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:52:13.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking how should I start this post. I think a big sigh is the most suitable word to describe my feeling now. Almost everyone (99% of them) has started studying now either in Form 6, TARC, UTAR, Segi, Help, UCSI, Sunway or Nottingham etc. And what about me? I believe I'm the laziest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/span&gt; on Earth 'cause I haven't started studying!!! How I wish I could study right now!!! So jealous of the others. You guys are having a busy life huh? I wish I can have a busy life too. My time is always wasted just like that, doing nothing for the whole day. Sigh... ... Kinda hate this lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up late has become my habit lately. So lazy, right? Perhaps waking up late is a good thing 'cause I don't have to think much what I want to do next. Waking up, breakfast, then online, lunch, online again, play guitar for awhile, dinner and finally bedtime. This has become my daily routine. Sigh again... ... So dull!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to study NOW!!! Sigh...&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/7402108119820643216-4422923729433054727?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4422923729433054727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4422923729433054727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4422923729433054727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh... ...'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-4794801574147634546</id><published>2009-05-23T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:33:44.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Officially But Too Old To Be 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm finally 18!! Haha... Want to take this chance out to say thanks to everyone wished me yesterday (And yeah, sorry to those whose voices I could not recognise on the phone call). I can finally do what an 18 can now. Haha... Anyway, straight to the topic. I would like to share something with you guys here. I want to write all these down before I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I joined National Service. Actually, I met some old faces there but I could not recognise them. The first one was a Malay guy named Ayen (if I'm not mistaken). Let me recall. I can still remember vaguely our first conversation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you take tuition class in Ilmutek Tuition Centre before?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yeah, wondering why did he ask it. Then I started to recall. He was my tuition mate in Form 2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was my primary friend, Siau Teng. Our first conversation happened at the phone booth. She approached me and asked me if I could still remember her. At that moment, I was like "Huh? Who are you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Siau Teng. You are from bla bla bla school, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Oh... I think I can remember you now ('cause I could still recognise her face after some time). Err... What's your name again?" (I feel like want to bang my head to the wall to ask for her name again. Haiz...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to recall again. Luckily, she was recognisable. She was my Standard 6 classmate last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Esther. Just few days ago, I learned that you were actually my classmate in kindergarden. You know what? When Chung Li first told me that, I could hardly believe it 'cause I thought I lost contact with everyone after shifted house here. But I had to believe it when I saw the old yellowish kindergarden photo. I really did see someone looked like you in it. I'm still wondering now how could you recognise me. I don't really think I'm that recognisable. I can't even recognise myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, story ends. Why am I telling all these craps here? Look back at the title again. I'm 18 now but I feel mentally too old to be 18. I'm having short term memory! Haiz... The Earth is indeed a small world. So, if 5 or 10 years or even 20 years later, you see a guy looking like me walking on the street, don't hesitate to approach him, 'cause it may be me. And yeah, sorry if I just can't recognise you that time. But of course, I will try to remember all those faces I have met in my life. I don't want to have Alzheimer's disease at this young age!!! LOL...&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/7402108119820643216-4794801574147634546?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4794801574147634546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-officially-but-too-old-to-be-18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4794801574147634546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4794801574147634546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-officially-but-too-old-to-be-18.html' title='18 Officially But Too Old To Be 18'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7960185523580847545</id><published>2009-05-19T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:05:31.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was my second guitar lesson. Haha... So glad that I learned more about finger-picking. But my fingers were going to break soon. My fingers were so tired as if they weren't mine. Practice makes perfect, you will say that, right? But I am getting bored to practise the same old thing and yet I'm not improving at all. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been searching through those guitar video lessons on Youtube again and again. I'm hardworking, right? LOL. Guess what? I just can't believe my ears. Some of them can play guitar and sing very well!!! They can sing much better than some singers!!! But they are not famous like those singers. I came across a band named Boyce Avenue lately. Anyone heard of this band before? I'm sure not. This band is really... really... really AWESOME!!! They can sing well and play instruments well too!!! How can they be not famous?! You have to watch this. They are singing Viva La Vida by Coldplay. You know what? Personally, I think they can sing as good as Coldplay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio0YbTi87g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Awesome right? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;American Idol Season 8 is coming to an end this week. So who will be winning? Adam Lambert or Kris Allen? I think Adam can sing well but Kris is too handsome. I believe a lot teen girls will be voting for him. Anyway, I still think Adam will be winning. I just can't wait to watch the finale show.&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/7402108119820643216-7960185523580847545?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7960185523580847545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7960185523580847545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7960185523580847545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-music.html' title='All About Music'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-139238487245259394</id><published>2009-05-17T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:58:57.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Live Concert"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see from the above title, i went to Grace &amp;amp; Chung Li Live Concert yesterday. I was so lucky to get a free VIP ticket to the concert. Hehe... Early morning, I was awakened by my ringing phone. It was Grace, saying that she wouldn't perform later. Still in sleepy mode, I knew she wouldn't do that so I tried to persuade her and then hung up the phone. I wanted to get back to my bed so much but it was rather late. Perhaps I get used to being late already. Haha... My phone kept buzzing along my way to the gathering point. I am not sure if I was late by 15 minutes or 20 minutes now. But one thing that I'm sure of is that they had been waiting for a long time. Once again, I met back with some old friends. Who were they? Chung Li, Grace, Vivian and Shanni. All of them except Chung Li have started studying now. Even Chung Li will be studying sooner in June. I think I will be the latest to start studying among all. Sigh... What can I do other than stoning at home while waiting for July to come? Anyway, back to the topic. What was the live concert all about? Chung Li and Grace will be playing guitar!! Ladies and gentlemen, give them a big round applause! Amazing right? There're some pictures I would like to show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-sb7dOAGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/86Il_JlRuj8/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-sb7dOAGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/86Il_JlRuj8/s320/DSC00739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673679274016866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chung Li, what are you laughing at? Concentrate laa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-scEX1yBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IKM4pQT6Ycs/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-scEX1yBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IKM4pQT6Ycs/s320/DSC00740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673681667377170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace, look over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivian threw so many questions to me. Am I taller? Am I darker? Am I fitter? And bla bla bla. I would like to straighten out something here. Am I taller? I think not. I have been jumping, jumping and jumping everyday but I haven't grown any taller. Sigh... Perhaps you haven't met me for so long. Am I darker? I don't really know. Maybe you are right. Am I fitter? LOL, I'm fit as usual!!! Haha... Sad that you didn't notice I was fit last time.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vXRmAMfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TCmi445x7f8/s1600-h/DSC00727.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vXRmAMfI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TCmi445x7f8/s320/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676897851978226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shanni and me&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vX5zDTmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AZsX97kbfKU/s1600-h/DSC00748.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vX5zDTmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AZsX97kbfKU/s320/DSC00748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676908644126306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grace and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vXrkuXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zp23j3thTK4/s1600-h/DSC00729.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vXrkuXfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/zp23j3thTK4/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676904825937394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chung Li and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vYKyl_0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lhi3VSbB5UE/s1600-h/DSC00753.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vYKyl_0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lhi3VSbB5UE/s320/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676913205608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivian and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Another NS trainee. Who is more tanned here? LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, don't blink your eyes!!! It was me in it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vYLyZbrI/AAAAAAAAAag/_aFaILeSE7Y/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-vYLyZbrI/AAAAAAAAAag/_aFaILeSE7Y/s320/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336676913473220274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;(Vivian took my pic secretly and didn't pay for it. Sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, I went to the cinema with Chung Li. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-zjWug5II/AAAAAAAAAao/xTXBVCFxvbY/s1600-h/200948104023431649292265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-zjWug5II/AAAAAAAAAao/xTXBVCFxvbY/s320/200948104023431649292265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336681503434794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a nice show. Hugh Jackman has a nice body. His chest is so hairy and muscular!!! Hehe... I would rate it 8 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learn that 5 Science 2 has a blog on their own. I'm so impressed and jealous of them at the same time. It's a nice blog. I mean, it's quite meaningful to have such blog. It seems to me that 5 Science 2 looks more like a home than a class. Thumbs up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-139238487245259394?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/139238487245259394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/139238487245259394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/139238487245259394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/live-concert.html' title='&quot;Live Concert&quot;'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sg-sb7dOAGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/86Il_JlRuj8/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-2432190453533895813</id><published>2009-05-14T10:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:16:43.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day that I had been waiting anxiously  for was finally there. I went to the Hong Kong Disneyland that day. I was so excited, jumping up and down for joy. Hmm... Do I sound a little bit childish? Please bear with me. The happiness that moment was too overwhelming. I took hundreds of photos there and recorded some of the performances. I should have taken more. But my camera battery was running low and the memory card was running out of space. Sigh... Now let's look at the photos...&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIb8p24rI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UxJbQJbbicg/s1600-h/P1000403.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIb8p24rI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UxJbQJbbicg/s320/P1000403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508197270020786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hong Kong Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcGwZTvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/n03E1r7Pv00/s1600-h/P1000406.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcGwZTvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/n03E1r7Pv00/s320/P1000406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508199981797106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was finally there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcdCFRHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hRPDD6YsZ3w/s1600-h/P1000409.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcdCFRHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hRPDD6YsZ3w/s320/P1000409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508205961561202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcsGQp0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pIhzN84Sx28/s1600-h/P1000416.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIcsGQp0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pIhzN84Sx28/s320/P1000416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508210005616450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Main Street, U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIc17qZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/fYRPLHYJj2w/s1600-h/P1000424.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIc17qZ1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/fYRPLHYJj2w/s320/P1000424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335508212645521234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLwl9MZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/5rWvOunVXdo/s1600-h/P1000423.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLwl9MZ2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/5rWvOunVXdo/s320/P1000423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511850489243490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLw4DiwmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HlEijVIJ9F0/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLw4DiwmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/HlEijVIJ9F0/s320/P1000450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511855347712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The castle again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxH4WMLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NPLbZyvBoD0/s1600-h/P1000451.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxH4WMLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NPLbZyvBoD0/s320/P1000451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511859595718834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High School Musical: Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following video is the High School Musical Live Concert. I like the performance very much. This is only a small part of it. Hope you enjoy the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c70543816de3414" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c70543816de3414%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331308967%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837EBB76F6AEC8EF5ED4E161EAFFA3D95F63366C.418F63CD285EFCDD6A6A545778FD509074A90DB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c70543816de3414%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yEM_eXogGEnLqO_j_1fdC7AuKs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c70543816de3414%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331308967%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D837EBB76F6AEC8EF5ED4E161EAFFA3D95F63366C.418F63CD285EFCDD6A6A545778FD509074A90DB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c70543816de3414%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yEM_eXogGEnLqO_j_1fdC7AuKs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxX6cNSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7KuEVGk4ByM/s1600-h/P1000460.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxX6cNSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7KuEVGk4ByM/s320/P1000460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511863899469090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxueEvaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/12q9JHQ5kUw/s1600-h/P1000468.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguLxueEvaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/12q9JHQ5kUw/s320/P1000468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335511869954506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQVywvX0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/oHFSXhm7YaY/s1600-h/P1000471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQVywvX0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/oHFSXhm7YaY/s320/P1000471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335516887628341058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQVw5UjPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WX3cpVls74k/s1600-h/P1000491.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQVw5UjPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/WX3cpVls74k/s320/P1000491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335516887127461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a Small World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWGSozlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6a77nzIgHxs/s1600-h/P1000495.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWGSozlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6a77nzIgHxs/s320/P1000495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335516892870790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney On Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWW4iSUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fQ068UXbP0g/s1600-h/P1000501.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWW4iSUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fQ068UXbP0g/s320/P1000501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335516897324714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giant Mickey Mouse is coming!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWlQoiEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ppzZnPGiFgs/s1600-h/P1000515.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguQWlQoiEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ppzZnPGiFgs/s320/P1000515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335516901183883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Seven Dwarfs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTak7KkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0WA7CqiAWZU/s1600-h/P1000520.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTak7KkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0WA7CqiAWZU/s320/P1000520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520268348199218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTazSScjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JbZbfVO0udc/s1600-h/P1000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTazSScjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JbZbfVO0udc/s320/P1000521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520272203280946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbPLBybI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TnTuJGdiec4/s1600-h/P1000536.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbPLBybI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TnTuJGdiec4/s320/P1000536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520279689021874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbrMvwbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8bnoG0d3wI0/s1600-h/P1000554.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbrMvwbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8bnoG0d3wI0/s320/P1000554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520287212421554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mickey Mouse &amp;amp; Minnie Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbfZVUwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HoWSdaIY8EM/s1600-h/P1000553.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguTbfZVUwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HoWSdaIY8EM/s320/P1000553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520284043989762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXDqF93zI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CzIJWo95XtQ/s1600-h/P1000581.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXDqF93zI/AAAAAAAAAYo/CzIJWo95XtQ/s320/P1000581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524272645201714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Festival of the Lion King"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXD79_-mI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WT3Qyq3Q2q4/s1600-h/P1000586.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXD79_-mI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WT3Qyq3Q2q4/s320/P1000586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524277443623522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tarzan's Treehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXEE26MbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fP_9Us4dRGU/s1600-h/P1000596.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXEE26MbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fP_9Us4dRGU/s320/P1000596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524279829803442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Tarzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXESzhEgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SAfPRUSmKNk/s1600-h/P1000626.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXESzhEgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SAfPRUSmKNk/s320/P1000626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524283573670402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Golden Mickeys"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXEk9XafI/AAAAAAAAAZI/IAMuulcpq1M/s1600-h/P1000642.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguXEk9XafI/AAAAAAAAAZI/IAMuulcpq1M/s320/P1000642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335524288446818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another great performance I like too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMAsmMCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wtWBa_TbK4s/s1600-h/P1000654.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMAsmMCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wtWBa_TbK4s/s320/P1000654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526615175016482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Disney in the Stars" Fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMSkGQpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8uBuUFijpUQ/s1600-h/P1000668.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMSkGQpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8uBuUFijpUQ/s320/P1000668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526619971207826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMoabEbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nHXBNrylF34/s1600-h/P1000669.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZMoabEbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nHXBNrylF34/s320/P1000669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526625836208562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final blast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZM5Bp5RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8BlW9_9dNgc/s1600-h/P1000670.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguZM5Bp5RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8BlW9_9dNgc/s320/P1000670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335526630295725330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, there are a lot more photos. But I'm too lazy to upload all of them. The video took me such a long time to upload it!!! It was a rush inside the Disneyland. There were so many performances and you have to run to this end to another end to watch them. I was drenched wet in sweat that time. But I enjoyed the whole day.&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/7402108119820643216-2432190453533895813?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c70543816de3414&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2432190453533895813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-4.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2432190453533895813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2432190453533895813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-4.html' title='Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 4)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SguIb8p24rI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UxJbQJbbicg/s72-c/P1000403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7835006137139368207</id><published>2009-05-11T11:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:19:23.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Shenzhen city tour. We had our breakfast buffet in the 5-star hotel we stayed. 5-star? Actually, it doesn't look like a 5-star hotel. The service was bad. They didn't have many choices in the breakfast buffet. Everything was lousy except for its decoration. Now, let's the photos do the talking.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoAxh4n9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qeX7DVuRYXo/s1600-h/P1000336.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoAxh4n9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qeX7DVuRYXo/s320/P1000336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417014892568530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning view from the hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBOrx8QI/AAAAAAAAAUY/e_fg8VU6b2A/s1600-h/P1000340.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBOrx8QI/AAAAAAAAAUY/e_fg8VU6b2A/s320/P1000340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417022718701826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So crowded with vehicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was there, I was very surprised to see Perodua Kembara there. I thought that I was wrong to look down on Malaysian cars. They even imported their cars here. But I was wrong. It wasn't Perodua Kembara. It was just a China-made car. It really looked like Kembara. Malaysians are copying their car design!! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBSkbS_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/R_F6ANFA0kU/s1600-h/P1000341.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBSkbS_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/R_F6ANFA0kU/s320/P1000341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417023761599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had my lunch at this restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBxUDHOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/45qvVzxuSrM/s1600-h/P1000350.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBxUDHOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/45qvVzxuSrM/s320/P1000350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417032014404834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lunch (The food just didn't suit my taste. The taste was so weird.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBseuRnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QCf-BsCjtjw/s1600-h/P1000344.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoBseuRnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QCf-BsCjtjw/s320/P1000344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334417030716999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice background huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqxV9TU2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/lT6O0mf_n5w/s1600-h/P1000353.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqxV9TU2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/lT6O0mf_n5w/s320/P1000353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420048328217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next stop - mangrove swamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqyPifibI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L-V3aHXd0BQ/s1600-h/P1000375.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqyPifibI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/L-V3aHXd0BQ/s320/P1000375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420063785028018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ecological Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqxsFASZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZyjIS-o1MYs/s1600-h/P1000356.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqxsFASZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZyjIS-o1MYs/s320/P1000356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420054266104210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you see the crowd? I was wondering why there were so many people there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sgeqxxwbl7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/1Xy8XTOMIyU/s1600-h/P1000373.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sgeqxxwbl7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/1Xy8XTOMIyU/s320/P1000373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420055790426034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqyWtVxzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7PrLxA8es6k/s1600-h/P1000372.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeqyWtVxzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7PrLxA8es6k/s320/P1000372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420065709573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flying kite here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, we went to Herbs Factory and Jade Factory. Sad to say photo taking was prohibited there. But I managed to take a few secretly there. Hehe...&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOL1i_CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IBTXGX-bG5k/s1600-h/P1000383.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOL1i_CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/IBTXGX-bG5k/s320/P1000383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422742850796578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A medical book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOfbQo4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/pWaIk4ma6BM/s1600-h/P1000377.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOfbQo4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/pWaIk4ma6BM/s320/P1000377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422748109251458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot Chinese put this at the entrance of their house, believing that it will bring good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the dinner, we went for shopping at Tung Mun. It's a very famous place in Shenzhen. I think the girls would definitely like this place. According to the tour guide, there are more than 4 thousand shops there. This is freaking many. Much much more than Sg. Wang or Mid Valley. From Adidas to Nike, from Gucci to Seed, from branded to not-so-branded ones, you will have to spend days and nights to shop from one end to the other end. Everything is cheap, cheap and cheap if you know how to bargain. What about the quality? I won't comment on this but I would like to say don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetPYGVhBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2xi2_Fs5Y8w/s1600-h/P1000396.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetPYGVhBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2xi2_Fs5Y8w/s320/P1000396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422763322311698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tung Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOk7vsxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OVY8xqTETR8/s1600-h/P1000393.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetOk7vsxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OVY8xqTETR8/s320/P1000393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422749587682066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you see the crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetO7uq6CI/AAAAAAAAAV4/upZDMvnfnAU/s1600-h/P1000395.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgetO7uq6CI/AAAAAAAAAV4/upZDMvnfnAU/s320/P1000395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334422755706857506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shops, shops and shops along the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so exhausted and my legs ached. Anyway, I bought some clothes there. Haha... The day just ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-7835006137139368207?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7835006137139368207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7835006137139368207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7835006137139368207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-3.html' title='Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 3)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgeoAxh4n9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/qeX7DVuRYXo/s72-c/P1000336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-698977544799757820</id><published>2009-05-09T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:41:32.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of The World?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JPA result is finally out. I don't have any moods to write this so I would like to cut it short. I have two news here. A good news and a bad news. The good news is I don't have to serve the government. Yeah, you hear me right. And the bad news is I failed to secure the scholarship. I was so devastated now. I just couldn't believe my eyes when I got the result. I was like "What?! I didn't get it? How could this happen?" All these are not dreams, they are REAL!!! Heart shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to let you guys know something. You know what. They (JPA officers) announced that the JPA result would be out at 5pm yesterday. The website was flooded with anxious applicants including me. There's but. They just turned us down. There was still no updates about the result by 5pm as promised. I was so pissed off to wait from 5pm until 10pm. They were few hours late! Kept waiting and waiting. Really so tired of waiting. Kept pressing the 'Refresh' button but to no avail. And finally the result was out. What time was it? 12 midnight. What the hell?! They were late by 7 hours!!! You can imagine how 'efficient' Malaysians are. I have to admit that I'm not patriotic. But what's the use of it if our loyalty is not appreciated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures after failures, I failed again this time. Am I really that weak? Perhaps I am. But what about the others? I just got the news. Some of them who have 13A1, 14A1 or even better didn't get the scholarships too. How could this happen?  A lot people are saying that most of the top students are offered matriculation but not JPA. Before this, many top students get the JPA scholarships. Why is this happening? There's only 1 reason. Colour. Actually, I would like to voice out all my thoughts here but a lot of things are taboos here. I don't wish to get caught. Hope you can get what I mean. I believe from now onwards there will be a lot complaints on the press. I'm very sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the world? I would say NO! I will be growing stronger and stronger starting from this very moment. I will show them it is their lost for not choosing me. I will prove them wrong. I will show them what I'm really made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so infuriated now. So anyone's trying to get on my nerves will be killed!!!&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/7402108119820643216-698977544799757820?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/698977544799757820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/698977544799757820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/698977544799757820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-world.html' title='The End Of The World?!'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3944621232490853837</id><published>2009-05-07T11:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:09:16.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up early that day as the trip started quite early. When I woke up, the sun rose up already. According to my Dad, the sky was so bright even it was still 5am. Got myself ready for the trip. I took quite a lot photos there so let's the pictures do the talking.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbERWcEFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TB4pjKcI8X8/s1600-h/P1000195.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbERWcEFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TB4pjKcI8X8/s320/P1000195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925037695209554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day started with camwhoring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbEjSlPPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a6FYn8nzR6A/s1600-h/P1000199.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbEjSlPPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a6FYn8nzR6A/s320/P1000199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925042510871794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning view from hotel room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbEkUjr_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/V506d8jNhoI/s1600-h/P1000204.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbEkUjr_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/V506d8jNhoI/s320/P1000204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925042787594226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to have breakfast in a restaurant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbFLeJa0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fT_UTPZeNP8/s1600-h/P1000205.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbFLeJa0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/fT_UTPZeNP8/s320/P1000205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925053296798530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dim Sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbFQ_5O_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6XbdI-8eoXk/s1600-h/P1000212.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbFQ_5O_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6XbdI-8eoXk/s320/P1000212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332925054780521458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking picture in the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeLj6d0bI/AAAAAAAAARA/VKIxJDjaC84/s1600-h/P1000217.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeLj6d0bI/AAAAAAAAARA/VKIxJDjaC84/s320/P1000217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928461472125362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First destination - Bauhinia Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeL2QtzsI/AAAAAAAAARI/6SkkDqMjNNs/s1600-h/P1000219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeL2QtzsI/AAAAAAAAARI/6SkkDqMjNNs/s320/P1000219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928466397286082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, standing in front of the Golden Bauhinia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMAXDuuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/41GkAQE7FQA/s1600-h/P1000223.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMAXDuuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/41GkAQE7FQA/s320/P1000223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928469108243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some skyscrapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMUHUDrI/AAAAAAAAARY/7KsV-A3R3lk/s1600-h/P1000228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMUHUDrI/AAAAAAAAARY/7KsV-A3R3lk/s320/P1000228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928474410913458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tallest building in Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgusumpTI/AAAAAAAAARo/PMCY7gAkN7I/s1600-h/P1000252.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgusumpTI/AAAAAAAAARo/PMCY7gAkN7I/s320/P1000252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332931264156968242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next stop - Repulse Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMjeb4AI/AAAAAAAAARg/OLZ7BzDMk8k/s1600-h/P1000253.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJeMjeb4AI/AAAAAAAAARg/OLZ7BzDMk8k/s320/P1000253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332928478534426626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgu0rl1tI/AAAAAAAAARw/bGYu06WjU0Q/s1600-h/P1000254.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgu0rl1tI/AAAAAAAAARw/bGYu06WjU0Q/s320/P1000254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332931266291816146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jackie Chan's mansion on top of the hill, according to tour guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgvXoDWOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QF69ij8v2kQ/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgvXoDWOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QF69ij8v2kQ/s320/P1000258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332931275672213730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A temple beside the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgvuSvpbI/AAAAAAAAASA/NQw_A3pfZJ8/s1600-h/P1000263.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgvuSvpbI/AAAAAAAAASA/NQw_A3pfZJ8/s320/P1000263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332931281756857778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgv7gG4-I/AAAAAAAAASI/HYz-ZrqPyv0/s1600-h/P1000268.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJgv7gG4-I/AAAAAAAAASI/HYz-ZrqPyv0/s320/P1000268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332931285302567906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crossing the Longevity Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjvY3yQXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8Gc-zAb0eW8/s1600-h/P1000275.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjvY3yQXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/8Gc-zAb0eW8/s320/P1000275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332934574541521266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone's trying to throw coins into this fish's mouth. I succeeded. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjvjyUP2I/AAAAAAAAASY/NVz6f49tSCM/s1600-h/P1000277.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjvjyUP2I/AAAAAAAAASY/NVz6f49tSCM/s320/P1000277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332934577471373154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Old Man from The Moon is a happy god in charge of love and matrimony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjv4pRGFI/AAAAAAAAASg/ynt3tK1iyRQ/s1600-h/P1000280.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjv4pRGFI/AAAAAAAAASg/ynt3tK1iyRQ/s320/P1000280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332934583070562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some words which I don't understand much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjwMi7KOI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZyYzkP6GM8c/s1600-h/P1000287.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjwMi7KOI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZyYzkP6GM8c/s320/P1000287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332934588412668130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next destination - Aberdeen (Taking ship to look around in the fishing village)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjwSZIDpI/AAAAAAAAASw/nOTQDGRdvxc/s1600-h/P1000290.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJjwSZIDpI/AAAAAAAAASw/nOTQDGRdvxc/s320/P1000290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332934589982183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A restaurant on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHWhvC6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lhyg5gtp0iU/s1600-h/P1000292.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHWhvC6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lhyg5gtp0iU/s320/P1000292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937185252281250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another restaurant floating on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHhB1p0I/AAAAAAAAATA/aNs0Uy2_GPs/s1600-h/P1000294.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHhB1p0I/AAAAAAAAATA/aNs0Uy2_GPs/s320/P1000294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937188071286594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fishing boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHz0oDgI/AAAAAAAAATI/RotOt7N5kOc/s1600-h/P1000297.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmHz0oDgI/AAAAAAAAATI/RotOt7N5kOc/s320/P1000297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937193116143106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rich people's cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmINwGQKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jTzkordOwRA/s1600-h/P1000298.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmINwGQKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/jTzkordOwRA/s320/P1000298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937200076472482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visited a jewellery shop after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmIXRYSLI/AAAAAAAAATY/E1TRXhpKd30/s1600-h/P1000299.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJmIXRYSLI/AAAAAAAAATY/E1TRXhpKd30/s320/P1000299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937202631985330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time to take train to Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJolWD1vhI/AAAAAAAAATg/fozK8H31W08/s1600-h/P1000302.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJolWD1vhI/AAAAAAAAATg/fozK8H31W08/s320/P1000302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939899546222098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reached Shenzhen after 45 minutes of train ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually, I don't really like this place. This place was so damn crowded with vehicles and all of them were busy honking. They didn't even care about the pedestrians. They seemed like didn't follow road rules. So it was rather dangerous to cross the road. And I heard a lot about fake money and pickpocketing here. Anyway, I was smart enough not to become a victim. Haha...&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJolgw53BI/AAAAAAAAATo/paWWytvuGtY/s1600-h/P1000314.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJolgw53BI/AAAAAAAAATo/paWWytvuGtY/s320/P1000314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939902419590162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hotel - The Bonanza Hotel &amp;amp; Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJol45oerI/AAAAAAAAATw/ybU5yfvjrdw/s1600-h/P1000305.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJol45oerI/AAAAAAAAATw/ybU5yfvjrdw/s320/P1000305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939908898650802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJomLrUy4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/wfkBJgdiaz0/s1600-h/P1000324.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJomLrUy4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/wfkBJgdiaz0/s320/P1000324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939913938914178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some shops along the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJomXIl8SI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pIzmi540Rwk/s1600-h/P1000326.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJomXIl8SI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pIzmi540Rwk/s320/P1000326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939917014462754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It looked like a night market to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that's the end of the day. I went to sleep after a short walk there. Still to come - Shenzhen city tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-3944621232490853837?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3944621232490853837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3944621232490853837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3944621232490853837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-2.html' title='Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 2)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgJbERWcEFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TB4pjKcI8X8/s72-c/P1000195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-8490750972265866919</id><published>2009-05-06T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:12:05.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traveling  for the whole day from aeroplane to bus, from bus to commuter train, I was so damn exhausted today. Got back home early morning. Tired was all that I could feel. My muscle ached and I had sore eyes. Anyway, I enjoyed throughout my whole journey. So if you have been wondering where I have been for the past few days, look at the title of this post. Yeah, I went to Hong Kong and Shenzhen for a 5 days 4 nights trip. So here am I to share a little experience there with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the airport (LCCT) by bus and train with my dad. We thought that we were going to be late for the flight as the journey on bus took quite a long time. But luckily we were early. Waited for awhile there and had my meal.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeYwhVzTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uxO4f2CeL28/s1600-h/P1000167.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeYwhVzTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uxO4f2CeL28/s320/P1000167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332647213217991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeZA5ByxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9x6Hr4YfyVw/s1600-h/P1000169.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeZA5ByxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9x6Hr4YfyVw/s320/P1000169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332647217612311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going up the plane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeZXO6fyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h3OKL_-a5RQ/s1600-h/P1000170.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeZXO6fyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/h3OKL_-a5RQ/s320/P1000170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332647223609687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the plane (The plane is rather small!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhj2tcPvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/poQBQMHOimo/s1600-h/P1000172.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhj2tcPvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/poQBQMHOimo/s320/P1000172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332650702392803058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High up the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhjhEdeFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1a2IxyycDig/s1600-h/P1000171.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhjhEdeFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1a2IxyycDig/s320/P1000171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332650696583772242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cloud, from short distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After around 4 hours of flight, the plane landed in Hong Kong International Airport at 8.40pm. Hooray! It was where all my journey began.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkM3hDuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nCYqrKjJYqM/s1600-h/P1000175.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkM3hDuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nCYqrKjJYqM/s320/P1000175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332650708340641506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arriving at Hong Kong International Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon arriving the airport, we were welcomed by a... ... Guess what? A big dog, sniffing for drugs or other types of illegal things. I almost burst into laughters when I saw a young girl changed her face from joyful to frightened when she was approaching the dog. She quickly ran to hide behind her mom's back. Haha... Soon the tour guide sent us to our hotel by taxi. There's something I would like to share here. As you may have seen those taxis in Hong Kong dramas, they look old. But actually, they are quite powerful and the passengers seats are much more spacious than those taxis in Malaysia. And I noticed something in Hong Kis. They all walk at a fast speed, as if they don't have enough time. They even talk fast. Their life is about speed, I guess. The taxi driver was so busy, answering calls from other customers and finding taxi for them. I think he was talking on the phone every single minute. Along the journey to the hotel, I took the chance to look around. As you all know, the night view in Hong Kong is superb, magnificient. What I could see there were mainly buildings, buildings and buildings. And yeah, taxis. I saw a lot of high rise buildings, brightly lit up, and many taxis on the road too even though it was quite late at night. The weather was quite nice. Not too cold nor too hot and very windy. Personally, I quite like the weather there. But I was not that used to the weather and my lips started to dry up. After a short period of 'sightseeing', we reached our hotel - Newton Place Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkqSKN8xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sLpKk4x_b5c/s1600-h/P1000203.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkqSKN8xI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sLpKk4x_b5c/s320/P1000203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332654111375356690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkNAscFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bpaz5hTPIGs/s1600-h/P1000181.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkNAscFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/bpaz5hTPIGs/s320/P1000181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332650708379136082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkVLsKzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QIF3kbOg9as/s1600-h/P1000182.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFhkVLsKzI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QIF3kbOg9as/s320/P1000182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332650710572739378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night view of Hong Kong from our hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took a short rest in the hotel. I turned on the TV and was quite frightened when I saw the news about the first case of swine flu (H1N1) outbreak in Hong Kong. Oh my God, I was like "What?! Today is my first day here and I get such surprising news". A Mexican, coming from Shanghai contracted the swine flu. He was staying in a hotel in Wan Chai. I was petrified, afraid that the hotel was near the place I was staying. Am I going to contract the disease here and then die, I thought. Perhaps I was too silly to think of that. Fortunately, the hotel is quite far away. However, many people started wearing surgical mask and the Hong Kong government took a lot of safety measures to avoid the disease from spreading. I must admit that they are much more efficient than Malaysian. After resting for some time, we went walking around. But we didn't walk too far away as we were quite tired that time.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkppdO0YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uxlUHr_TkbM/s1600-h/P1000187.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkppdO0YI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uxlUHr_TkbM/s320/P1000187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332654100449251714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkqHY5ErI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ars8F7gb8C0/s1600-h/P1000188.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFkqHY5ErI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ars8F7gb8C0/s320/P1000188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332654108484113074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some photos I took there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The shops there remained open and I could still see big crowds of people walking around even though it was very late (almost midnight). Since I was very tired that night, i went back hotel and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is basically all about my first day there. I'm so tired now. Want to rest soon. I'll be blogging more about my trip soon so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&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/7402108119820643216-8490750972265866919?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8490750972265866919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8490750972265866919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8490750972265866919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/05/hong-kong-shenzhen-tour-day-1.html' title='Hong Kong &amp; Shenzhen Tour (Day 1)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SgFeYwhVzTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uxO4f2CeL28/s72-c/P1000167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-4709122358404053927</id><published>2009-04-30T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:24:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look HERE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here am I again to make some important announcements. Mark this down. Haha. May 11 is going to be a very important date for those concerned. Those going for matriculation will have to register on that day. And same goes to those going for Form 6, I think. Anything related to me? Not these. By the way, I will be going for my very first guitar lesson on the same day. Hooray! I just can't wait for it. My fingers are getting itchy now. One more important thing. What is it about? About the JPA result!!! It's going to be out very soon. According to some Recom forumers, it may come out on May 11. And some say it will be on May 6. No matter when it is, it's going to be real soon (Feeling so excited yet so damn nervous and afraid). Wondering if it is going to be the turning point of my life. Wondering if I can do my family proud. Wondering if... ... Enough! Stop dreaming. Let's just hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing. Starting from tomorrow, I won't be blogging or MSN-ing till May 6. I'm going to disappear. Haha... But I will be back, of course. So where am I going? Hmm... Just stay tuned for more stories of my own.  &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/7402108119820643216-4709122358404053927?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4709122358404053927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4709122358404053927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4709122358404053927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-here.html' title='Look HERE!!'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-1347948313032630926</id><published>2009-04-25T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:25:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prize Giving Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time I haven't been updating this blog. My blog is not dead yet, it's still ALIVE!! It's just because there isn't much happening around me. But today I take this chance to update my blog and share a little bit of what's happening to myself with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, a long-awaited ceremony had finally come. Yeah, it was the Prize Giving Ceremony. All that I was thinking about was money. Haha. I must admit that I'm greedy. No one on this earth is not! Of course, it's been quite a long time haven't met my old friends. So I picked out my newly-bought shirt. And put some gels on my hair. Damn it, my hair wasn't long enough. All's NS fault. Never mind that. But my hair was longer compared to Wei Jen's hair. Haha.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfMw24XDhSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8dsDjvsjIC4/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfMw24XDhSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8dsDjvsjIC4/s320/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328656503509583138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My PDI shirt.. Hehe^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I reached my school, almost everyone was there. Luckily, I wasn't late. Just made it on time. Chatted with my old friends. One thing that I noticed was that they looked the same, but their hair was so long (Longer than mine is considered long!). Sigh.. Registered myself and got my number sticked on my shirt. F1 was my number.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, inside the hall, we continued to chat again without bothering principal and a VIP who were giving speech in front. You know what. This time I felt that the ceremony seemed to be shorter than those I attended last time. Perhaps we were busy chatting and didn't notice the time just ticked away just like that. But it was very short indeed. And of course, there were some performances before those high achievers taking their prizes.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfMzvyWoSgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fSgZrUTghgE/s1600-h/P1000128.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfMzvyWoSgI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fSgZrUTghgE/s320/P1000128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328659680172984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malay dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, it was the SPM leavers' turn to go up the stage to take prizes. All that I could see in front of me was money. Haha. Kidding only. This time would be my very last time going up the stage to receive prizes. I no longer walked up the stage as a student anymore. I walked down the stage,  bidding goodbye to it. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Kidding only. Haha..&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfM04gIaCJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-15PlmU2q6E/s1600-h/P1000133.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfM04gIaCJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-15PlmU2q6E/s320/P1000133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328660929411942546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, receiving prizes from a VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfM049226yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Syuva7BChmE/s1600-h/P1000135.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfM049226yI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Syuva7BChmE/s320/P1000135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328660937391401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My old friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, the ceremony was over. I thought that I could hang out with my old friends and had a little more talk after the ceremony. But who could possibly know that my cousin would be having his wedding dinner on the same day? So I missed the chance to hang out with them. Instead, I had to rush back home. Took a quick shower and went back to my hometown. It was such a rush!! Anyway, I enjoyed my meal just now. My stomach is still full now. Haha. Oh my god, I can almost see my bulging belly. Have to exercise more, I guess. It's very late now so I guess I should put a full-stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-1347948313032630926?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1347948313032630926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/prize-giving-ceremony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1347948313032630926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1347948313032630926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/prize-giving-ceremony.html' title='Prize Giving Ceremony'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SfMw24XDhSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8dsDjvsjIC4/s72-c/DSC00709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-9172042500333696255</id><published>2009-04-16T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:58:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Student In Ex-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a school day. Everyone, clad in school uniform, was carrying their heavy bags into the school. The school was so noisy with those afternoon session students' noise. Once again, I was walking into this school. But it was't a school day for me anymore. I was walking in, not as a student anymore, but as an ex-student. No more school uniform. Haha. And no more studying. Haha. But, I had a mission today. The teacher asked me to go to school. Hmm. Skip that part. I met some of the teachers. Quite a long time didn't meet them. They all still looked the same. What changes do you expect to see in them? Had some photo shots there. And a short Q&amp;amp;A session as well. Anyway, I was told that I have to wear formal to the Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang next week. When I told them I have none, guess what. They asked me to wear those NS uniform. I was like "Huh? What?! Are you kidding me?". If you have seen those uniform before, you will probably feel the same like me. So I'm really having headache of what I should be wearing that day. Hmm... Should I wear like this?&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SebyDL9ttnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1DAAt2IPkgw/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SebyDL9ttnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1DAAt2IPkgw/s200/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325209745977357938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I wore for my JPA interview though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps I shouldn't. Maybe I just have to spend some money to buy a new one. Hehe... Formal wear... Formal wear... Hope I won't be the only one wearing formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: To those going there, please be informed that you have to wear formal. This was what Pn. Faridah told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-9172042500333696255?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9172042500333696255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/ex-student-in-ex-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9172042500333696255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9172042500333696255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/ex-student-in-ex-school.html' title='Ex-Student In Ex-School'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SebyDL9ttnI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1DAAt2IPkgw/s72-c/DSC00690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-6978747996003293385</id><published>2009-04-14T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:18:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time that I haven't jogged. For a few months, I guess. Ever since I came back from National Service, I have been sitting in front of the computer for entire day. I rarely took the chance to walk outside of this house. This evening, I finally made my steps out of this house to the park. Hmm... I have never been to this park for more than 4 months. 4 months without many exercises! Quite a long time, I think. Actually, I thought I would be coming back with six packs abs from National Service. But who would possibly know that my camp didn't emphasize on physical training? Nevertheless, I didn't gain much weight there. But it's time to start keeping fit again (Even though I'm not that out of shape. Haha...). It was a tiring and exhausting jog. Had been panting so much along the track. But I could still do 15 pull ups just like last time. I'm still very fit, right? Haha... Not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeSaYEZD18I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O1IJwJjj5Vo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeSaYEZD18I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O1IJwJjj5Vo/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324550397745158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Six packs abs, I want you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I just hope that I'm not that lazy to exercise.&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/7402108119820643216-6978747996003293385?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6978747996003293385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6978747996003293385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6978747996003293385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-you.html' title='I Want You'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeSaYEZD18I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/O1IJwJjj5Vo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7254208068077195725</id><published>2009-04-11T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:35:42.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been quite a long time that I haven't stepped into my school. Hmm... Should I say my ex-school? Whatever it is, I think I didn't step into it for almost a month. My mom had been asking me to certify those documents myself in school. But I always gave a lot excuses. Lazy. Busy. This and that. Anyway, this time I finally made my way back to school. My school was having a carnival. It was much more successful than I expected. Haha... Perhaps I was wrong to look down at my own school. Hehe... So crowded with students, ex-students and some parents when i reached there. I didn't spend a buck there though. Not that supportive to school? Haha... That's because I had to rush to  another place. Anyway, the school is still the same old school. And I met back some same old faces. Long time no see, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped to Leisure Mall after awhile. Chatted with some old friends for quite a long time. And caught a movie too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fast And Furious 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeDGAnj3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tUWNPPj0zm8/s1600-h/200938823411911164158897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeDGAnj3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tUWNPPj0zm8/s320/200938823411911164158897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323472473473640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A great show! At least it didn't make me feel sleepy. But it is really a good show. I was thrilled even when it was just starting. Cars and girls. It has almost everything. Haha. A must-watch blockbuster. I would rate it 9.5 out of 10. I just went to its official website. I was so amazed. You just got to check this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.fastandfuriousmovie.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the day ended. This post is not so detailed. Sorry about that. Now the clock shows 12.30 o' clock midnight. I'm freaking tired now. Hope to have a sweet dream later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-7254208068077195725?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7254208068077195725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7254208068077195725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7254208068077195725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SeDGAnj3Z2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tUWNPPj0zm8/s72-c/200938823411911164158897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3441840597210979362</id><published>2009-04-08T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:58:19.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Again And Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so disappointed with myself. Guess what? I was turned down again and again by a few scholarships. How could they do this to me? The mixture of disappointment and anger in me right now, I think not many people can understand it. The first was rejection by Sime Darby Scholarship. This was what I received few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you for your interest in the Yayasan Sime Darby Pre-University Scholarship 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Although your extra-curricular activities and qualifications are remarkable, the competition has been very keen and we regret to inform you that you have not been shortlisted for the scholarship interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Once again, we thank you for your time and effort and we wish you every  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; success in your future academic endeavours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed off when I looked at the mail. What an eyesore to me! So I deleted the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next was Khazanah Nasional Scholarship. Once again, I was rejected. This was what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" width="90%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38" width="42%"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Application ID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38" width="58%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: GLB_27793&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NRIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: 91052214XXXX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="style38"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:                   Regret, Unsuccessful                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got two rejections in just one day, just right after my JPA interview. It was like the God was playing a fool with me. I went for the interview in the afternoon and then received such saddening news after that. Sigh. It was not the end yet. Again, I was turned down by Tenaga Scholarship. How could this happen to me? How much more should I suffer from? Later, I received news from Petronas Scholarship. Guess what? Yeah, you guess it right. It was my forth rejection. What the hell?! I paid RM20 to apply for that but in the end I got nothing?! Wasted such big amount of money for nothing?! Had I gone nuts or was I insane at that moment? Got rejected again and again, I had lost hope. Anyway, there's something I'm very sure of. They are not colour-blinded. (If you can understand me, you will probably agree with me. But if you don't, just forget about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-3441840597210979362?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3441840597210979362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejected-again-and-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3441840597210979362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3441840597210979362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/rejected-again-and-again.html' title='Rejected Again And Again'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7126868247608965277</id><published>2009-04-02T17:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:10:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPA Interview Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just want to share some of my experience with you guys. Today, I woke up early morning at around 8am just to make my final preparation to go for JPA interview. So nervous and my palm started to sweat when I came to think about it. Sigh... I did my final research on the net about the interview. After awhile, I looked at the clock and I was dumbfounded. In a blink of an eye, the time to get dressed up had come. Time really passed by very fast. At around 10.30am, I took my bath and then prepare all the 'weapons' that I needed. I dressed up myself in my 'armour' and then took my early lunch. Let's skip all that. Get back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached there (Putrajaya International Convention Centre) at around 12pm. I took some photos there. Hehe... There you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZLINlOI/AAAAAAAAANY/_czyYaBp05E/s1600-h/P1000065.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZLINlOI/AAAAAAAAANY/_czyYaBp05E/s320/P1000065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031423943251170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putrajaya International Convention Centre (PICC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZomxuRI/AAAAAAAAANo/DW0aarBlxoU/s1600-h/P1000070.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZomxuRI/AAAAAAAAANo/DW0aarBlxoU/s320/P1000070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031431856077074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZ2f3n8I/AAAAAAAAANw/uLY2POihf6E/s1600-h/P1000072.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZ2f3n8I/AAAAAAAAANw/uLY2POihf6E/s320/P1000072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031435585200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PICC from top view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZr3lIrI/AAAAAAAAANg/w8mzo4mR9Vw/s1600-h/P1000066.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZr3lIrI/AAAAAAAAANg/w8mzo4mR9Vw/s320/P1000066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031432731861682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking into it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSNnYcJojI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3M6nNU3nlJY/s1600-h/DSC00692.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSNnYcJojI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3M6nNU3nlJY/s320/DSC00692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320032767546335794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I reached there, I was required to sign on a paper pasted on the board downstairs. I signed beside my name and at the same time looked on the list if I could see anyone I know in my panel. And yeah, we were all divided into 15 panels. Each panel consists of 20 applicants. Hmm... Time to do some mathematics. So, there were altogether 300 applicants in afternoon session. Plus 375 applicants from morning session. So in just one day, we have around 675 applicants in PICC. And that means my chance of getting a scholarship is not that big?! Oh my God, really have to depend on my interview. And of course, other factors as well. And yeah, more chinese than I expected. By the way, I was grouped into Panel 2 and my number is 29. Hmm... exactly the same with the locker number I have in National Service. P229. A good sign, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After that, all the applicants were not allowed to wait beside the interview rooms. We had to wait outside, at the lobby. Ample chairs were provided. So don't worry that your leg will get numb or whatsoever. Most of the applicants were accompanied by their parents. So was I. While waiting to be called, I just looked around. Most of them looked very smart in their office outfit. Some even with vest that made them even more professional-looking. That really scared me off. Most of the girls wore baju kurung just like what I had heard from the forum. Anyway, everyone looked so smart in their outfits. To give a good impression to the interviewers, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, there was a small group of applicants came out from the interview room. Some of them were shaking their head. Wow... Very hard? I don't really know. Still fingers-crossed. My heart was thumping furiously as I didn't do much research on my course. If they ask me about that, I will definitely die in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSNnuHPZuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VX3O2V4vZ8U/s1600-h/P1000074.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSNnuHPZuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/VX3O2V4vZ8U/s320/P1000074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320032773364213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside the interview room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time showed 1.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to JPA interview,&lt;br /&gt;More than 8000 people are shortlisted,&lt;br /&gt;2000 prizes to be won,&lt;br /&gt;So who will be the winner?&lt;br /&gt;Let the game start now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was time to walk into the battlefield. All the warriors strode in together with their weapons. Weapons are really important there, I would like to remind you. I mean mouth-weapons. Everyone went to their respective panels and sign on a paper at the counter just in front of their panels. I was so stupid that time. Guess what? I walked to Panel 12. Oh my God, I went to the wrong panel. At first, I was wondering why my name wasn't on the list. Fortunately, the officer at the counter was kind enough. She asked me to follow her somewhere to check. On the way to that 'somewhere', I started to remember my panel number. I thanked her and then went straightly to Panel 2. Kinda embarassed to tell that. Perhaps I was too nervous. Anyway, I saw Neal and Phebe waiting beside Panel 9 when I was on my way to Panel 2. Hmm... It's going to be a tough competition, I thought. After saying 'Hi',I wasted no time to go to my panel. I handed in all my photostated documents and the folder at the counter because I was told that I was in group 1. Oh my God again, I thought that I could have more time to prepare myself or maybe chat with other people (to know who's your 'enemy'. Hehe...) but I was given no time. Anyway, I managed to chat with a boy. But sad to say, he wasn't in the same group as me. Didn't have much time to find out more about my 'enemies'. But I found out something. I realised that those who would be going in in the same group are not taking the same course. So that means they may not give you the topic that is related to your course. But that was just my prediction. A good news to me as I wouldn't have  to talk much about my course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time to get into the interview room. Before that, we were given a number tag to clip on our shirt. I got number 4. Hmm... Not a good sign, wasn't it? It means 'die' in cantonese. So that means I will die in the battlefield? Hey wait, the applicant before me didn't turn up. So they changed my number to 3. And no. 5 person became no.4. Sigh of relief. Fortunately, a better number. So we all went into the interview room in group of 5. 5 of us made up of 4 chinese guys including me and a malay girl. 3 of us choose engineering course and the other two choose actuarial science. We have to leave our documents and bags outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were three interviewers waiting inside. Two Malay guys and one chinese woman. We all went into it and then greeted them. Shook hand with them and waited by the chair to be called to be seated. Of course, thanked them after being called to sit. I looked at the clock and it showed 2.15pm. Alright, start now. The first session - introduction. So, basically I talked about my name, my previous school, family background, extra-curricular activities, a bit on my achievements, choice of course and country and lastly the reasons for my options in Malay. I wasn't sure if I talked too much because the other four didn't talk that much. But the interviewers asked all of us some questions from our introduction. So it made our introduction quite long. Sad to say that the interviewers didn't ask me many questions compared to the others. They weren't that interested to know more about me? Sigh. Actually, they were quite nice and made some jokes. But they did shoot you some questions. Perhaps you will need some time to think for the answer. For example, they shot the first guy some questions. After some Q&amp;amp;A, they all learned that actuarial science was not really his choice, but his parents'. So they asked what he actually wanted to do in the future. He said coach for sports. Hmmm... Not a good answer, was it? Correct me if I have any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the introduction was session 2 - group discussion in English. The topic was 'The number of foreigners is increasing in Malaysia. Especially in those construction sites and factories. What should we do to control that?', something like that. We were given some time to jot down all the points. The others were busy scribbling on the paper provided. I thought we had to discuss among ourselves but we all were so busy writing down the points. So we didn't discuss at all. I couldn't think of many points at that moment. Trying hard to kill the butterflies in my stomach. My stomach started to grumble (Oh my God, perhaps I'm too used to 6 meals a day in National Service) so I really couldn't come up with many points. When I finished mine, the others were still writing. "Hmm... They have so many points? What points they have?" I wondered. Getting impatient to wait for them, I shot up my hand to start the discussion. I simply elaborated the points that I had written down. Again, gunfire could be heard. Not M16, I would say, but a shotgun. No worries because they will help you if you get stuck somewhere. I didn't talk much so I didn't get shot that much. But I think if you can defend yourself when you get shot, it will be better. Sure can impress the interviewers. But I dared not to take the risks. After that, we were asked which institute we would like to go if JPA only granted us to study locally. All of them answered IPTA. Hmm... I knew none of the IPTAs in Malaysia. If I blurt out any one of the IPTAs and then they ask further on that, then I will definitely die. So I opted for Nottingham University and explained for my choice. Finally, all done. It's all over. I thought they might ask us if we had any questions for them but they didn't say that. Anyway, I still asked them a question. To show your interest to get the scholarship, right? It lasted for 45 minutes and ended there. Shook their hand once again and thanked them for their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time to get back. Hey wait, not back yet. Time to treat my grumbling stomach. Hehe... So expensive to eat there. RM6 for a plate of plain rice and 3 extremely small pieces of chicken. What the hell?! Anyway, I ate there. If not, I would possibly starve to death there. Haha... Finally, went back home after my lunch? Or tea break? Whatever it is, my stomach is not screaming at me now. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7402108119820643216-7126868247608965277?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7126868247608965277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/jpa-interview-experience.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7126868247608965277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7126868247608965277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/jpa-interview-experience.html' title='JPA Interview Experience'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SdSMZLINlOI/AAAAAAAAANY/_czyYaBp05E/s72-c/P1000065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-4855417019836622734</id><published>2009-04-01T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:17:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The clock now shows 2 o' clock in the afternoon. That means I have exactly one day to prepare for my interview. Hey, wait! If I minus out 10 hours of sleeping time, 2 hours for meals and showers, 6 hours of working, 1 hour to get myself dresses up and 1 hour to drive there, oh my God!! I have merely 4 hours to make my final preparation. What the hell!  Damn it! I have to stop wasting time right now. Have to stop complaining now. Story ends. Gotta prepare myself now.&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/7402108119820643216-4855417019836622734?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4855417019836622734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-preparation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4855417019836622734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4855417019836622734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-preparation.html' title='Final Preparation'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-2130528333938915590</id><published>2009-03-30T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:23:37.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These few days, I have been busy preparing for it. This time, I will never let it slip off my grip. I will grab it as tight as possible. But am I capable of doing so? It still remains as a question. I'm really desperate for it, want it so much. I want my dreams to come true. I want to be successful in it. I want to make my family proud. I want free education. I want to study overseas. Perhaps I'm too greedy. But every human tends to be greedy in his life. Anyway, I'm not that greedy after all. I believe everyone wants all these. Hehe... Fingers-crossed right now.&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/7402108119820643216-2130528333938915590?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2130528333938915590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/preparing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2130528333938915590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2130528333938915590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/preparing.html' title='Preparing...'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3871875641488847360</id><published>2009-03-27T11:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:26:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion For KSP Trainees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I finally had the chance to meet back my friends in NS after being separated two weeks ago. We all went to Mid Valley. Wen Song, Jian Chong, Wei Hou and I went there together, taking KTM from the Tasik Selatan Station. After around 15 minutes ride, we reached there. The clock showed 11.00am. Lucky that we weren't late. But the others weren't there yet so we went to the Arcade to have some fun on our own first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxMLPSHcFI/AAAAAAAAALg/17EcFhISmAg/s1600-h/DSC00673.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxMLPSHcFI/AAAAAAAAALg/17EcFhISmAg/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317709015982501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian Chong is having fun playing drum in the Arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxMLRSARSI/AAAAAAAAALo/ljwj03qgDYY/s1600-h/DSC00672.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxMLRSARSI/AAAAAAAAALo/ljwj03qgDYY/s320/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317709016518903074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are they staring at, I wonder. Handsome guys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon, everyone had arrived.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Tong Keat, Yu Tian, Daniel, Kah Wai, Wen Song, Jian Chong, Wei Hou, Pin Yin, Teh, Shi Yuen, Kyvonn, Raymond and me. Altogether 13 people. A lot people, right? I wonder how other people there looked at us. All the boys are bald so will they think we are just released from the jail? But there's one thing I was very sure of that was they wouldn't dare to fight with us. After that, we all went to a chicken rice shop. And there, Tong Keat's friend came to join us. We all chatted there. But the food there... hmm... hmm... did not taste good to me. Next time, I won't eat there anymore. After there, we went to play bowling. Too bad that my result was not that good. But good enough for a starter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9y577sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jd__oKoAUkw/s1600-h/DSC01137.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9y577sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jd__oKoAUkw/s320/DSC01137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317713183073103554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9hwfbGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wNzD1jCJLXY/s1600-h/DSC00667.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9hwfbGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wNzD1jCJLXY/s320/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317713178470083682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for their turns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9ZQ0P2I/AAAAAAAAALw/YVXPmshqppc/s1600-h/DSC00666.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxP9ZQ0P2I/AAAAAAAAALw/YVXPmshqppc/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317713176189747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that a strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our activities did not end there. We went for a movie after that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hotel For Dogs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxQ2xktc3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0s_NUKdve_c/s1600-h/hotel-for-dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxQ2xktc3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0s_NUKdve_c/s320/hotel-for-dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317714161968182130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice movie indeed. It was a must-watch comedy. We had a lot laughter there. If you are a dog lover, you sure will like it. Many cute dogs in it, dude. I rate this movie 8.5 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I was so exhausted and my legs ached and my stomach started to grumble a bit. It was time for dinner. We all treated our stomach in Bistro Delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxSgt1ZXiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2WKhcuc0tw4/s1600-h/DSC01147.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxSgt1ZXiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2WKhcuc0tw4/s320/DSC01147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317715982030560802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxSgx1QULI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7sVAseiYe6s/s1600-h/DSC00649.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxSgx1QULI/AAAAAAAAAMY/7sVAseiYe6s/s320/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317715983103709362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxShKoo4pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OryUg3_UMVg/s1600-h/DSC00650.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxShKoo4pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OryUg3_UMVg/s320/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317715989761680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxShpJ98oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IdrFy152wiU/s1600-h/DSC00651.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxShpJ98oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/IdrFy152wiU/s320/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317715997954536066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying our dinner in Bistro Delifrance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTJ4b3iJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2Yg0S49ZFXw/s1600-h/DSC00648.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTJ4b3iJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2Yg0S49ZFXw/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317716689250912402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My dinner... Pasta Chicken Bolognaise... Yummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the meal, it was the photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTnCBnkII/AAAAAAAAAM4/_ORm738-8X4/s1600-h/DSC00656.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTnCBnkII/AAAAAAAAAM4/_ORm738-8X4/s320/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317717190041374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The gentlemen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTnRDcUFI/AAAAAAAAANA/bOpigzpBYQM/s1600-h/DSC00655.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxTnRDcUFI/AAAAAAAAANA/bOpigzpBYQM/s320/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317717194075557970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the ladies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day had ended with th photo session. Everyone went back to their home. What about me? Of course, went back home by KTM with the three guys below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxUuUQYa2I/AAAAAAAAANI/P0uKvrnnui4/s1600-h/DSC00658.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxUuUQYa2I/AAAAAAAAANI/P0uKvrnnui4/s320/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317718414705847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wei Hou, Jian Chong and Wen Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxUuUBSC0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4Ez_kU0OTU0/s1600-h/DSC00652.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxUuUBSC0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4Ez_kU0OTU0/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317718414642514754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Taking our night train back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there, the reunion day ended just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-3871875641488847360?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3871875641488847360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion-for-ksp-trainees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3871875641488847360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3871875641488847360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion-for-ksp-trainees.html' title='Reunion For KSP Trainees'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScxMLPSHcFI/AAAAAAAAALg/17EcFhISmAg/s72-c/DSC00673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3710647842117313632</id><published>2009-03-25T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:09:22.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News? Or Bad News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I woke up today, I received a shocking news from my mom. Not really shocking actually. My mom told me that I was shortlisted for JPA scholarship interview on April 2. I had expected it earlier but still, butterflies started flying in my stomach. Some of you would say I can easily get scholarship with my result, right? To tell the truth, getting a scholarship is not that easy like this. It's all based on the interview which I dread the most. So nervous right now. Perhaps I should get myself prepared starting from now on. Wish me luck, dude.&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/7402108119820643216-3710647842117313632?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3710647842117313632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news-or-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3710647842117313632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3710647842117313632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news-or-bad-news.html' title='Good News? Or Bad News?'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-2002305819834924079</id><published>2009-03-24T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:16:36.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 9)</title><content type='html'>About my NS life? Hmm... What else should I talk about it? Actually, there are a lot more experiences that I have gained there, but I think I have to put a full-stop to it in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been half a month that I have left my camp, Kem Seri Perkasa, Mantin (KSP). Some say KSP stands for Kem Seksa Pelatih but I don't agree with it. To me, it's not hell after all. But I wouldn't say it is a heaven or paradise either. I would rather say it is a platform for me to gain more experience and learn more things other than studies. I learn to become more independant throughout the two and a half months there. Washing my own clothes and tray was a must there, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there, I'm one step closer to the outside world. What I mean is that I expose myself and embrace the outside world. I'm no longer always hang out in the chinese gang only. I started to mix with other races. Actually, Malays and Indians are easier to mix with than I expected. And there, I met with different types of people. Let me describe them one by one. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 1&lt;/span&gt;: They are the bullies type. They walk as if the whole road is theirs and will knock anyone in their way without a word of apology. This is quite common, I think. But who they think they are?! The road isn't theirs!! I hate those kinds of people. Hate them the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 2&lt;/span&gt;: He self claims that he is the hygienic type. Undeniably, he arranged the chairs in the hall whenever the hall was messy. He is helpful but I wouldn't say he is hygienic. I have a photo of his bed. Let's look at his bed and decide whether he is hygienic or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SchgiyRx_UI/AAAAAAAAALI/cVbyo-KVVMY/s1600-h/DSC00460.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SchgiyRx_UI/AAAAAAAAALI/cVbyo-KVVMY/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316605510839041346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, is he hygienic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 3&lt;/span&gt;: Someone who has a bad mouth. He talks bad about other people non-stop.  And he farts and burps a lot. Yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 4&lt;/span&gt;: A 'banana'. A chinese who doesn't know Mandarin or Cantonese at all. I know a lot chinese are from Malay school. But some of them can understand or even speak in Mandarin. To 'banana', better brush up ur Mandarin starting from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 5: &lt;/span&gt;The 'kayu' type. Someone who won't respond even if other people made fun or teased him. He will just stand there, not moving even a bit and just stare at you. But once he gets angry, it's quite scary. Type 1 people always bully him. Pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 6&lt;/span&gt;: The boastful one. He likes to blow his own trumpet a lot. Tries to show off his new phone and then compares his phone with another. Tries to show off that he is strong even though he is skinny like a skeleton. He likes to sing too, especially at night. I mean, he is not singing, but he is 'croaking'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 7&lt;/span&gt;: Someone who talks and thinks illogically. No comment on this type of people. Rather hard to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 8&lt;/span&gt;: Last but not least, the smartie ones. Someone who is intelligent, smart and clever just like me. Haha... Haha... Kidding. I'm rather boastful here. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that's all. The others are just like everyone. Normal. After these two and half months there, I really learn a lot things. Starting to know how to deal with those types of people up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I have changed after my National Service. Physically as well as mentally.  Undeniably, I get more tanned now and my hair is different now. Haha... But I still don't have six-packs abs. Damn it! That's because my camp didn't emphasize on physical training. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left my NS friends for around two weeks by now. Haven't met them for this long too. Perhaps our relationships are getting further and further apart. But I will never forget how we are bonded there. You all have left footprints in my life and those footprints will not be covered nor forgotten forever. Last but not least, all the best to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SchpgqIayWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xrEW9qiE3ps/s1600-h/DSC00613.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SchpgqIayWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xrEW9qiE3ps/s320/DSC00613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316615369897199970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KSP, a name that will stay immortal in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****Curtain falls*****&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/7402108119820643216-2002305819834924079?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2002305819834924079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2002305819834924079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2002305819834924079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-9.html' title='NS Life (Part 9)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SchgiyRx_UI/AAAAAAAAALI/cVbyo-KVVMY/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7757054215132115267</id><published>2009-03-21T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:57:48.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScULjKjHBPI/AAAAAAAAALA/7CGSzAYMkCU/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScULjKjHBPI/AAAAAAAAALA/7CGSzAYMkCU/s400/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315667633935680754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was like the rotting tree above...&lt;br /&gt;Rotting at home...&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe my feeling today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering how am I supposed to go to Sunway this Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;No transports!!!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have to let this chance slip off my grip again...&lt;br /&gt;Poor O Me!!!&lt;br /&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/7402108119820643216-7757054215132115267?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7757054215132115267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/rotting-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7757054215132115267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7757054215132115267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/rotting-at-home.html' title='Rotting At Home'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScULjKjHBPI/AAAAAAAAALA/7CGSzAYMkCU/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3018644392594168805</id><published>2009-03-19T17:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:31:22.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Getting more and more bored staying at home. Rather miss NS life. Sigh... Just now, I went to a music school, planning to take up guitar lesson to kill my free time. Guess what? When I reached there, they were renovating the shop. What the hell was that?! Damn it! Fortunately, they are going to reopen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my NS story. Getting lazier to talk more about that. By the way, I just want to tell you guys out there that I've learnt a lot things in the camp. From washing my clothes on my own to washing the dishes, from playing guitar to making roses out of paper, from rubic cube to diabola and much much 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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAV6o5RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CguAm3Xz3po/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAV6o5RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CguAm3Xz3po/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834705389511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAMoEnaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c3ubxBQcs38/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAMoEnaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c3ubxBQcs38/s320/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314834702895717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAMoEnaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c3ubxBQcs38/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Things that I did during my free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spent two and a half months learning all these. Not that bad, right? And of course, made a lot new friends even from other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we had our meals. (Even though the food did not taste that good.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIapuXcnkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lB5-XxIRKQE/s1600-h/image41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIapuXcnkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lB5-XxIRKQE/s200/image41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314839814373940802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIa76VhJZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vW1KzA10Dzc/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIa76VhJZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vW1KzA10Dzc/s200/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314840126824719762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we took bath. (With our clothes on, of course. Too bad. No photo for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we teased each other. (Remember how we teased Taiko Teng and Andy Lau?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIbZnxuKcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lf05-_ACy9w/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIbZnxuKcI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lf05-_ACy9w/s200/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314840637238815170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andy Lau is here. Boo.. boo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Together, we marched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIbwcSAMHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lxbk6UpmrZY/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIbwcSAMHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lxbk6UpmrZY/s200/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314841029289980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Together, we prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdH38LV2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UEYYnqgxiXo/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdH38LV2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UEYYnqgxiXo/s320/IMG_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314842531363247970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtqH9uyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p2TOJa9Oq8c/s1600-h/image2.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtqH9uyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p2TOJa9Oq8c/s320/image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843180489620258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we were crowned as 'champion'. (Not champion actually, but champion in our hearts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtlba0sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iJXdPsKRf1Y/s1600-h/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtlba0sI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iJXdPsKRf1Y/s320/image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843179229041346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtjGzmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jo1LQY5rz4c/s1600-h/image25.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIdtjGzmGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jo1LQY5rz4c/s320/image25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314843178605713506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we did everything. I really do miss the days when we did everything TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAMoEnaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/c3ubxBQcs38/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-3018644392594168805?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3018644392594168805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3018644392594168805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3018644392594168805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-8.html' title='NS Life (Part 8)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScIWAV6o5RI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CguAm3Xz3po/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-1309344972765741895</id><published>2009-03-18T12:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:41:50.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here am I again to talk about my NS life. I wonder how many posts more I should write to tell all my NS experiences. Perhaps I should make it short and simple. I think I will finish it in 2 or 3 more posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will talk about our camping. Wirajaya is what it's called. This time would be my first time camping in the jungle. So excited yet frightened. Some of them said that there were a lot of 'dirty things' (if you understand what I'm talking about). You have to ask for forgiveness, blah blah  blah whenever you want to pee or shit, according to them. If not, those 'dirty things' would haunt you. I'm not that superstitious but it's better to believe what they say. One day before the camping, we packed up our bags, loaded with tonnes of food and drinks (afraid that we would starve to death there). Our bags were so damn heavy, more than 5kg. I wondered how the girls could carry such a heavy bag. At that moment, the cafe was flooded with customers. All wanted to buy bread. Bread was a hot cake that time and in a blnk of an eye, the bread was gone. OUT OF STOCK!! Lucky that I was one of the early birds there.Spent quite a lot on food and drinks there. The cafe owner made a big profit for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, we went to the campsite. Hutan Lipur Lenggeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCAmhL6Y2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Qj1YcFbNsqY/s1600-h/image3.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCAmhL6Y2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Qj1YcFbNsqY/s320/image3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314388959528903522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful forest at the first glance. With man-made waterfall, some small huts and crsytal clear river. Nice, right? It might sound nice to you but for a first timer like me, it wasn't that interesting. Oh yeah, you can opt not to join this camping like some of them did in my camp. But I finally chose to join it. Applause to myself. Hehe... We were grouped into smaller groups. 5 group members each. Amir, Thanneer, Daniel, Taiko Teng and me. Ops... Taiko Teng was in my groups. Not that good. Never mind that. We built our tent with some sticks provided. Not an easy job though. We spent more than two hour to build it. Everyone was drenched wet in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were provided with lunch. What the hell?! I thought we were supposed to cook on our own. That meant we brought few tonnes of bread for nothing! Damn it! Forget about it. We had some activities there. Some games, I would say. Look at the photo below. Quite lazy to describe it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCEUBDjQDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JbN7Zw7yKf4/s1600-h/image5.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCEUBDjQDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JbN7Zw7yKf4/s320/image5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314393039712763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, we were supposed to stay overnight there. But due to some weather problems, we were forced to go back to camp. A good news to some. Bad news to some too. As for me, it was a good news. I got myself dirty falling down to the river. I wanted to go back to have a change so much that time. You can imagine how much I love my dorm at that moment.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEgx2pwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hKAYLH-ir7M/s1600-h/image4.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEgx2pwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hKAYLH-ir7M/s320/image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314397171397076738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WORMS!!! Some even got bitten by leech till their body bled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than that, we have telematch on another day. To unite all the races, I think. Let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEggUCAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bYts21cscrk/s1600-h/image22.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEggUCAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bYts21cscrk/s320/image22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314397171323504642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEZ4f46I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YwYIjc3lRzA/s1600-h/image21.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCIEZ4f46I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YwYIjc3lRzA/s320/image21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314397169545896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnqd9N5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kkjOg32JhRo/s1600-h/image18.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnqd9N5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/kkjOg32JhRo/s320/image18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396675781769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnq5hguI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gUEjfeN4f2o/s1600-h/image17.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnq5hguI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gUEjfeN4f2o/s320/image17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396675897393890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHndIpaoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MkeAyKa5cTk/s1600-h/image16.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHndIpaoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MkeAyKa5cTk/s320/image16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396672202730114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnRGk2XI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zQlOBfGEe-0/s1600-h/image15.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCHnRGk2XI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zQlOBfGEe-0/s320/image15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314396668972816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some photos on telematch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I participated in some of the matches. Too bad that our group didnt win many of them. Nevertheless, Alpha spirit was still going strong and Alpha was the best in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7402108119820643216-1309344972765741895?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1309344972765741895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1309344972765741895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/1309344972765741895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-7.html' title='NS Life (Part 7)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/ScCAmhL6Y2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Qj1YcFbNsqY/s72-c/image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-928836464483112532</id><published>2009-03-16T11:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:07:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic For A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was such a tiring day. I went here and there, from Low Yat Plaza to Sungai Wang, from Sungai Wang to a guitar shop. My legs were numb. So tired that I wished I could go home at that moment. But what to do? It was me who wanted to buy stuff. Guess what? I didn't shop for clothes. Neither did I shop for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, the first stop was Low Yat Plaza. Quite a lot of things to buy. A camera for me to take photos and then upload them here, a M2 memory card for my phone and a cartridge. Once I got into the complex, I started to walk here and there to compare prices of camera, just like what a housewife normally does in market. From one shop to another shop. Comparing this camera to another camera. I didn't expect that I would get so tired there. Too many choices there. Olympus, Sony, Nikon, Lumix, Samsung, Canon, Pentax etc. It was rather difficult to choose which model to buy. Why? You know what? The saleman in the first shop recommended Lumix, giving all pros of that brand and then all cons of another brands. The second shop. He recommended Nikon, talking bad about Lumix and other brands. As I shopped around, I got more and more recommendations. So many that I got confused. This camera is 8MP camera, that camera is using Leica lens, another camera has 4X optical zoom, blah blah blah. Oh my god, I was getting headache at that moment. But I realised something that time. The outside world is very competitive. The salemen from first and second shop competed with each other to hold their customers. Starting to feel afraid to step into outside wotld. I have forgotten how much time I have spent on shopping for camera. But I'm sure that I have taken a LONG time before I have chosen one. Finally, I have chosen a camera that suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sb3KvXNhYYI/AAAAAAAAAII/jTWs25wyxT8/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sb3KvXNhYYI/AAAAAAAAAII/jTWs25wyxT8/s200/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313626050400444802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Panosonic DMC FS6.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to use my phone to take pictures for my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then M2 memory card and cartridge. Later I went to the guitar shop nearby. I didn't look at the shop name as I was running out of time for my dinner. Went into it and tried on some classical guitar. Rather long time that I haven't play guitar. Almost a week. But I really want to thank Kevin for teaching me guitar. If it wasn't you, I would never have my hand on a guitar. Finally, I bought a classical guitar. Hooray... I can kill my free time now. Right now, I have to start practising daily. Rather noob on guitar now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sb3NCO0z76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rzv7FT2v4qg/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sb3NCO0z76I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rzv7FT2v4qg/s200/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628573590089634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first classical guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Done shopping. Bought everything I needed. How much did I spend? Hmm.. RM1000. Now, I have to start saving money. Poor me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7402108119820643216-928836464483112532?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/928836464483112532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopaholic-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/928836464483112532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/928836464483112532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopaholic-for-day.html' title='Shopaholic For A Day'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sb3KvXNhYYI/AAAAAAAAAII/jTWs25wyxT8/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-2075897155975768781</id><published>2009-03-14T10:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:58:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kah Wai and the gang, I think you all are in Sunway Pyramid right now. Having fun ice-skating? I'm sure you guys do. Where am I right now? At home, blogging. Hehe.. Sorry that I can't join you all. Rather busy sorting out all my documents and certificates. For applying scholarships. Perhaps I will join you all next time. Alright, enjoy your day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. Here am I again to talk about my NS experience. Hmm.. What should I start with? There are too many things that I would like to share. So, you can imagine how much fun I had over there. Hmm.. Hmm.. Alright, today I'll talk about M16 gun and obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, we had the chance to use M16 gun on February 11. A day which everyone had been longing for. Some of the trainees opted not to play gun. Feel sorry for them. They really missed their chance to hold a gun. A real gun, man! Not everyone has the chance to do that. How lucky I am to hold the gun and fire it. Haha.. That day morning, we went to the shooting range. Somewhere nearby my camp. Feeling scared at first, afraid that I might get shot by other people. Haha.. How stupid I am at that moment. Actually, there was nothing to be afraid of. But it was far far far far different from Counter Strike or any other shooting game. After waiting for a long time, it was my turn to use the gun. I put the earplug on. Some of them chose not to put the earplug. Their reason was to feel the shock. For those who are going to hold a gun, I advise you to put the earplug on. Or else you will be putting your ears to risk. The war begun. Each of us had 30 bullets to shoot on the target. The target was quite far. 30m? Around this length, I think. Ladies and gentlemen, the war has begun and fire. Wow... There wasn't any word that I could use to describe my feeling. Fun was all I had. So, those who have the chance to fire a gun, grab it tight or else you may regret for your entire life. You MUST go for it! Bad that I don't have photos for it. Nevertheless, let's continue with obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, the Flying Fox. Don't know what it is? Hmm.. How should I describe it? Wait wait... I think I have a photo for it. There you are.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbseOjNZrxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x2pPIxmeVfs/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbseOjNZrxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x2pPIxmeVfs/s400/DSC00547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312873420732083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~The Flying Fox~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall is it? Five storeys high. Very tall, right? When I went up to the top, the tower was shaking. My legs were trembling as well and my heart was throbbing. But when you fly down from the tower, it is not that scary after all. I still can remember what Kah Wai shouted that time. "Happy Birthday, Wei Yang!". Right? Other than that, we still have much much more. Let's look at the photos. I will describe one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgjthF5JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z4aj8EN416Q/s1600-h/DSC00551.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgjthF5JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z4aj8EN416Q/s320/DSC00551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875983299536018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm.. I can't remember what is it called. Getting more and more forgetful lately. Please forgive me. What you have to do is walk up the slope and cross the small gaps in between and then jump down from another end. It's all about balancing.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNXT42MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nGnG8vwV4Ks/s1600-h/DSC00546.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNXT42MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nGnG8vwV4Ks/s320/DSC00546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875599381452994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Hole In One~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Hole In One. I can remember its name. So proud of myself. Haha.. Can you see a tyre hanging there and a stick? You have to pass through the tyre without touching the tyre. Any idea of how to do it? Anyone? Let me explain. This time we must have team work. The first one to cross has to lay on the stick while the others have to carry the stick into the tyre so that he can drop behind the tyre. The second one has to be carried by other people through the tyre. And the first one who's waiting on the other side will pull the second one to his side. And this process continues until the last person.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNhDJT_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wmy2nz04F7c/s1600-h/DSC00550.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNhDJT_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wmy2nz04F7c/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875601995583474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Monkey Rack~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Monkey Rack the most. This time, you have to use your arm strength. You have to hold one bar and then walk using your arm to the last bar. You MUST have a lot of strength to support your weight. If not, you will fall into the muddy water. Yuck.. So dirty! Lucky that I didn't fall into it. But most of the girls did. Pity them. Of course, there were some who didn't fall. They really impressed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbsgj2796RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GaBAP_UQhD8/s1600-h/DSC00553.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbsgj2796RI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GaBAP_UQhD8/s320/DSC00553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875985828178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tarzan Swing~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan Swing is the name. Just like Monkey Rack, there's a pool of muddy water underneath. How you do it? Just do what a Tarzan does. Grab the rope. Try to grab it as high as possible and as tight as possible so that you won't slip down. And then swing. That's all.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNmaw-gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zTfPqiQxhM4/s1600-h/DSC00549.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNmaw-gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zTfPqiQxhM4/s320/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875603436829186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Commando Crawl~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commando Crawl. You have to crawl this time to pass it. There are wires and you have to bend down as low as possible, at least lower than the wires. And start crawling like a baby. If you get wet earlier in either Monkey Rack or Tarzan Swing, then you will get much much dirtier. Your shirt will be covered in sand. Haha... So get ready to get dirty.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbsgj1xBKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PP3NCo9uWhs/s1600-h/DSC00552.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbsgj1xBKcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PP3NCo9uWhs/s320/DSC00552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875985513818562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Wall 6'~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Feet Wall. For the boys, you just have to jump and use your arms to push your body up. Quite easy, actually. For the girls, it will be harder. Maybe you will need a partner or two to push your body up.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNfR7R9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eueSYBiFNyc/s1600-h/DSC00548.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbsgNfR7R9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/eueSYBiFNyc/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875601520707538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Wall 12'~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, The Twelve Feet Wall. For the boys, you will need partners to push your body up. And of course, you must have powerful arms to push your body up too. This is way harder than Six Feet Wall. For the girls, you don't have to do it so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually,there are much much more. But I don't have photos of them. Just forget about them. The others are very easy. The above are more important and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough for this post. I'm not done with my NS life yet. I still have a lot more to say so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7402108119820643216-2075897155975768781?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2075897155975768781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2075897155975768781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/2075897155975768781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-6.html' title='NS Life (Part 6)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbseOjNZrxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x2pPIxmeVfs/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7968775264984874732</id><published>2009-03-13T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:18:55.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time really flies by. Two and a half months of National Service are over. Today, I started to recall all the moments we had in the camp. No matter it was fun, boring, life-threatening or exciting, it would be etched in my mind forever. Let's continue with what we had been doing for the past few months. In the earlier posts, I blogged about those activities carried out before Chinese New Year. Some of you all think that they are interesting? Not so yet, because there were a lot more fun-filled activities after Chinese New Year. I will list them down one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could still remember, in my earlier posts, I told you all that we had to go for Characters Building Class. Remember? After coming back from holidays for Chinese New Year, we had to study again. Sigh.. It was called Integration Class. Study about what? Unity between races and much much more. Boring class it was! It was not that bad after all if you stayed active all the time in class. And guess what? I witnessed a fight there. I mean argument. Between the teacher and trainee. Who's the trainee? Toyol! The Malay guy I hate the most. I just hate him for no reason. Face problem, I guess. Haha.. Let's forget about this part. I made more friends in the class. But I prefer Characters Building Class than Integration Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your info, Saturday and Sunday were free days in my camp. However, on Sunday morning, we had to go to temple to pray. Hmm.. Not to pray, actually. I would say listen to talk by a monk. Boring day again! But we had delicious food there. Yummy.. Feel hungry right now.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbrmecXCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/54a2cBV8Ofo/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbrmecXCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/54a2cBV8Ofo/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518777569303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking bus to temple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbnbr2MMG8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-MAzOkgrX8w/s1600-h/DSC00439.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sbnbr2MMG8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-MAzOkgrX8w/s320/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518781787708354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbscZUKYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/90H51AebBHA/s1600-h/DSC00467.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbscZUKYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/90H51AebBHA/s320/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518792043309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A temple in Taman Sejahtera, Seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbsqlH4YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ksNkYLwxfKg/s1600-h/DSC00438.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbsqlH4YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ksNkYLwxfKg/s320/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518795850932610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's get into it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbslgSF1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HmPyiNR--9c/s1600-h/DSC00437.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbslgSF1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/HmPyiNR--9c/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312518794488452946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbndvrMWlbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aX49p8b_wmk/s1600-h/DSC00554.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbndvrMWlbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aX49p8b_wmk/s400/DSC00554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312521046578337202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Together in the temple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough for today.I'm still waiting for photos from my friends. I will blog next time. More interesting part will be coming. M16 gun, obstacle course, community service, camping and a lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402108119820643216-7968775264984874732?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7968775264984874732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7968775264984874732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7968775264984874732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-5.html' title='NS Life (Part 5)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbnbrmecXCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/54a2cBV8Ofo/s72-c/DSC00468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-6795646427066442475</id><published>2009-03-12T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:01:24.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM result is out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, i woke up early. Thank God! I didn't have any freaking nightmares. I had a good sleep yesterday. And yeah, SPM result is finally out. The day that I have been waiting for. Some of my friends felt tension, nervous, frightened etc. I just felt too tired due to National Service. I think I spent more time recalling back the moments I had in my camp rather than thinking and predicting what result I would obtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school hall wasn't that crowded as I expected. There were some bald guys, just came back from National Service. Forget about that part. When I was approaching the desk to collect my result, some of my friends started to congratulate me. Guess what? God blessed me. I get 12 A1. Hooray.. So excited and unexpected. I thought I wouldn't get A for my mandarin. I think all my classmates know it. But I did get A1 for it. Congratulations to myself. Hehe.. My hard work finally paid back. All my efforts were not wasted like that. So happy right now. Jumping up and down for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went hanging out with my friends. Chatted for awhile. But some of them left very early. Too bad. Grace, Shanni and Vivian, remember our promise. Yam cha again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkvfeypI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bUVhLDXNILI/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkvfeypI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bUVhLDXNILI/s320/DSC00609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297657893309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkZ3W3PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rsZEt4uHno0/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkZ3W3PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rsZEt4uHno0/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297652087872754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkZGsU_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/U9ckd94Pym4/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkZGsU_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/U9ckd94Pym4/s320/DSC00607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297651883758578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having lunch in Wong Kok Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later, we went for movie. I haven't watched in cinema for a long time. Around one month. It wasn't a good movie. Sucks! What movie was it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkUbIjCsSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v8wnaHLY8xI/s1600-h/200810232234102881538823062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkUbIjCsSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/v8wnaHLY8xI/s320/200810232234102881538823062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312299691843694882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we were supposed to watch 'Love Matters'. 'Thanks' to Wai Mun. Haiz.. Really hate the movie very much. I almost fell asleep in the cinema. And I heard someone snoring loudly beside me. Oh my god, you can imagine how boring it was. I rated it 3 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, kind of busy now. These few days, I guess I will be busy applying for scholarships and other stuff. So I'm going to blog more next day.&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/7402108119820643216-6795646427066442475?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6795646427066442475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-result-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6795646427066442475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/6795646427066442475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-result-is-out.html' title='SPM result is out!!'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbkSkvfeypI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bUVhLDXNILI/s72-c/DSC00609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7158019755837254887</id><published>2009-03-11T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:40:55.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, I'm back from National Service.After serving for the nation for about two and a half months, I'm home now, leaving my lovely camp. Leaving the camp was not a wonderful experience. Having to leave all the memories and friends as well is unbearable.Any mortal man will not like the feeling of leaving, I guess. I wondered why this time I cried. Cried for real. I think almost everyone including the guys cried when they saw their friends leaving. I believe now, everyone has gone back to their normal life, back to their home which is quite far away from each other. I mean those from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can remember the moments we had last night. Hehe... We chatted for the whole night and had a 'Snack Party'. How full I was yesterday! My stomach was going to burst at any time. Believe it or not, we stayed awake until around 4 o' clock midnight. It would be a new record as we always complained about insufficient sleep. At last, we could not fight the tiresome and we lost. But after an hour of sleep, I woke up and prepared for the day. As I told earlier, today morning was a tearful morning. Everyone burst into tears, tears kept flowing down their cheeks that it seemed that it was not going to run dry. We all hugged and talked to each other for the final chance. Can you imagine the scene at that time? The scene at that moment would remain in my mind forever and ever. I will always remember how we hugged each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbfLZ6Z09nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-m2b4yl_JIg/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbfLZ6Z09nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-m2b4yl_JIg/s200/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311937931541542514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready with their bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While accompanying my friends who were waiting for their bus back home, my parents came to fetch me home. Unwilling to leave my friends over there, I bid farewell to my pals there.  Perhaps I may not be meeting you all anymore but you all have left footprints in my life and those footprints will stay on my mind for the rest of my life. Goodbye, pals. Now, I'm back home, ready to blog again about my NS experience. So stay tuned for more. Hehe...&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/7402108119820643216-7158019755837254887?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7158019755837254887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7158019755837254887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7158019755837254887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/03/ns-life-part-4.html' title='NS Life (Part 4)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SbfLZ6Z09nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-m2b4yl_JIg/s72-c/DSC00602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7984410864178510157</id><published>2009-02-01T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:37:32.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I went hanging out with my friends again, but this time with another group of friends. As usual, I was late again. Haha... My reason for being late? Still the same reason. And again the same thing happened again. Guess what they asked me to do when I met them. What else? Of course, they asked me to take off my cap. Why everyone is like that? Never see a bald head before? Never mind that. Luckily, my hair grows longer. But I'm sure that my hair will be damn short when I'm back next month. What I heard from the others is that they will shave your head bald again one week before they release you from the camp. Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and visited some friends working there. Chatted for a little while. And I found out that I'm the only one who is not working at all. Lucky me. Haha... Everyone works like hell. Some with only one day off in one week. Some with long working hour. Some with low pay. Pity them. Will I be the same with them one month later? That will remain as an unanswered question. We went to a kopitiam to chat. Chat about what? About their work place, where they are going to study next time and so on. Suddenly, I felt like my class was like separated so far away. Everyone's busy doing this, doing that. It's going to be hard to have class gathering next time. Sigh. Whatever it is, hope to see everyone again when the SPM result is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to a BBQ party. We were complete strangers in that party, except for one, Yee Hong. Never mind that. It's always good to make new friends. Had a lot of fun over there. Chatted a lot. And met with new people. Just felt sorry that we went there, did nothing to help them but then we got free dinner. Anyway, we played some games there. A new game for me. What is it called? Mafia, I think. How to play it? Erm... I'm too lazy to explain about the game rules here. Perhaps we will give it a try next time. Overall, a nice game to play. At least for me. Because I didn't get to become Civilian for all the three rounds. But for the Civilians, perhaps it will be a boring game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing I would like to mention. I met someone who's like Joel. Who's Joel? Someone I met in NS. Someone sleeping beside me.What's common in these two guys? Erm... Will tell you later. What's his name? L Roy. I wonder whether I spelt your name correctly. What a weird name. Haha... So tired that day. Wanna say that listening to someone talking for a long time is very tiring. Because I always get distracted. In the end, I don't understand what they are talking about but I still keep nodding, pretending that I understand them. Haha... (No insult to L Roy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock shows 12.30pm right now. Two and a half hours later, I will be going back to my camp. My Dad asked me to drive back there. What?! I have never driven for such long distance! It is going to be a new experience. Wondering if I can make it to reach there before 5 o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. This post is going to be my first and last post for this month. Won't be blogging anymore for the following 5 weeks. But, 5 weeks later, I will be back blogging again about my NS life. Will try to take more pictures. Haha... Wait for me!&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/7402108119820643216-7984410864178510157?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7984410864178510157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7984410864178510157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7984410864178510157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-back.html' title='Going Back'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-9218860727653162077</id><published>2009-01-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:47:00.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After coming back from NS for a short moment, finally I went hanging out with my friends today. Where did we go? Cheras Leisure Mall. The nearest one, of course. They all still look the same. What changes should I expect to see for one month?! Haha... The only changes I see in them is that they all are busy with their schedule. Some started to work while some are studying. So busy indeed. I'm not going to study that early. I mean I won't be studying till July. I start to wonder what I should do when I'm out from NS camp. To work? Perhaps I'm too lazy to do that. So maybe I'll forget about working. Then what should I do? Sleep for the whole day? There's a probability. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. We went to chat in a cafe at around 11am. I was a bit late. Forgive me about that. I was driving my father's car there. One month without driving. So don't expect that I can drive like a racer. We chatted for few hours. (But for me, listening more than speaking.) Spent a small sum of money on food and drinks. (I want to save money to buy a guitar!) Then we headed to Leisure Mall for movie. We watched two movies today. Yeah, two movies! Quite tired. Especially my neck. Having to bend my head up was quite tiring. Fortunately, we didn't get to sit at the first row. If not, I might not be blogging right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie we watched was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Underworld 3-Rise of the Lycans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYMBtsuDnwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FGhBw9mZv38/s1600-h/underworld+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYMBtsuDnwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FGhBw9mZv38/s200/underworld+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297079471327911682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it is not a bad movie. It's about fight between vampires and their slaves, Lycans. To be honest, I snored a few times during the show. But that is normal as I get tired easily when it comes to 2-hours show. Haha... I would rate 7 out of 10 for this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, it was time again for us to get back into the cinema for the second show. A Cantonese movie this time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;All's Well End's Well 家有喜事&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYMEmS5L6CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dVW7C8rQw_I/s1600-h/2009poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYMEmS5L6CI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dVW7C8rQw_I/s200/2009poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297082642671069218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hilarious comedy indeed. Everyone in the cinema burst into laughter. But quite stupid. And one more thing I would like to say is that the one sitting beside me kept saying vulgar words. But I enjoyed myself with the movie. Watch this movie if you want to laugh. I would rate 7.5 out of 10 for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this movie, it was time to get back home. Before that, I went to a guitar shop nearby. To buy guitar? Nope, I don't have enough money yet. Haha... I was quite shocked when I looked at the price tag. More expensive than what I could imagine. I thought it would be like RM150-RM300. But it turned out to be RM500-RM600. Some even sold at RM1000++. What the hell! Maybe I should wait and wait and wait until I can afford to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering right now. When will be the next time we hang out together? And when will be the first time I go out with you all, my friends in NS? Hope that it will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be time to hang out again. Haha... And then back to the camp.&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/7402108119820643216-9218860727653162077?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9218860727653162077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9218860727653162077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/9218860727653162077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/hanging-out.html' title='Hanging Out'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYMBtsuDnwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FGhBw9mZv38/s72-c/underworld+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-7968564381905514435</id><published>2009-01-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:28:03.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;January 24 is the Open Day for every National Service camp which means everyone's family can walk around in the camp. Most of the trainees were involved in some performances. Marching, taekwando, dancing and so on. I hate to say that I didn't join any of the performances there. Hope that there's another chance. So much fun that day. At the beginning of the ceremony, we sang Negaraku and National Service song. The loudest ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's everyone holding that day? What else other that camera or camera phone. Everyone is busy taking pictures with their friends, trainers and their 'favourite ones'. There are no words that can describe our feelings at that moment. Perhaps some pictures can describe it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos I've taken...&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7gAYO3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2T5xaIi3TzQ/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7gAYO3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2T5xaIi3TzQ/s200/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731163247262578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7UxHazI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EM4HUI1DzVE/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7UxHazI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EM4HUI1DzVE/s200/DSC00350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731160230456114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On your command, Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxTVcfBI/AAAAAAAAADw/PfIpiY3IAuQ/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxTVcfBI/AAAAAAAAADw/PfIpiY3IAuQ/s200/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728789024013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone is wearing, what else, a wide grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxGzNtYI/AAAAAAAAADo/f6LZyAGcoBI/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxGzNtYI/AAAAAAAAADo/f6LZyAGcoBI/s200/DSC00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728785659213186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxDXslVI/AAAAAAAAADg/O0MPAdxRelc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Introducing one of my malay friends, Amir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxDXslVI/AAAAAAAAADg/O0MPAdxRelc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxDXslVI/AAAAAAAAADg/O0MPAdxRelc/s200/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728784738489682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxVGEfWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sxUOiwkn7uk/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHCxVGEfWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sxUOiwkn7uk/s200/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728789496397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE72C7b2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JLfN9R2q5eI/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE72C7b2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/JLfN9R2q5eI/s200/DSC00394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731169163538274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A primary friend of mine is in it.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7_DpnJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xqM6tmNgg7U/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7_DpnJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xqM6tmNgg7U/s200/DSC00371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731171582483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does he look familiar to you? Is he LinDan? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7jWtdGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sNg_XdICpEE/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7jWtdGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sNg_XdICpEE/s200/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731164146234466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing one of my Indian friends, Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posing before leaving the camp on January 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHH0riFiaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jJ_8lscRuSw/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHH0riFiaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jJ_8lscRuSw/s320/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296734344617232802" 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, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Will be back at camp on Feb 1!&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/7402108119820643216-7968564381905514435?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7968564381905514435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7968564381905514435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/7968564381905514435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-3.html' title='NS Life (Part 3)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYHE7gAYO3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2T5xaIi3TzQ/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-8793706552356750386</id><published>2009-01-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:53:08.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>It's been a month that I stay in the camp without my family and my friends in secondary school. I wonder why there's no one I know in the camp while other trainees have a big bunch of friends especially those from SMK Damansara Jaya. So jealous of you all at first. But there's no way I can do to change it. Nevertheless, I start to make friends. Of course, starting with my dorm mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the food. Overall, it's considered OK. But don't expect food from 5 star restaurant or whatsoever. For some, it is quite spicy. Fortunately, I don't have much problem to deal with spicy food. And you have to wash your own tray. I never wash my dishes on my own. So that will be my very first time. Whenever you are bored with the food provided, you can always head to a burger stall. Of course, you have to spend some money for it. For most, maggi becomes the hot stuff in the camp. Every night, many trainees will start queueing up for the boiling water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Together, we had joy and fun. But during the first week, it is damn boring as we don't have many activities. Keep eating and sleeping for the whole day. In the first week, all the boys had their head cut bald. Sad to look at my own look now. But at least can save more shampoo (Just to comfort myself). For the first four weeks in camp, we had some activities. This included marching, sports, canoeing and so on. I didn't go for canoeing. Perhaps I'm a little too hygienic. Having to do the water confidence in such muddy and dirty water is rather too much for me. And I'm too lazy to wash my clothes. Speaking about laziness, I grow lazier as I only take bath once a day even after much sweating. Haha.. Too lazy to wash my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn a lot in the camp. I can do a simple trick for breakdance. So proud of myself. I don't know what is the name of trick. Just for you to know, it is the simplest trick for breakdance which I think everyone can do it. And I learn to play guitar as well. But only a newbie. At first, I was amazed that a lot of my dorm mates can play guitar. A wow factor, right? And I'm going to buy a guitar after NS. Hooray... Besides that, I can see slight change in myself. Perhaps to a better side. I start to mix around with everyone including Malay and Indian. Thanks to the Characters Building Class. Of course, making friends is the best experience I gain in the camp. Together, we wore Malay costume. To promote unity, I think. Or purely for fun? Whatever it is, it's undeniable that we enjoyed ourselves a lot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to share some pictures that I've taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGvFisAvCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1idCPk5OUbM/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGvFisAvCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1idCPk5OUbM/s200/DSC00335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296707146510023714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone from my team which is Alpha Company is wearing Malay costume. Do we look like malay? By the way, let me introduce my friends first.&lt;br /&gt;On the picture on left, starting from left, ChengYi (a funny guy) who's from JB, KahWai (pretty guy) who's from SMK DJ, ChunMun (Manzai) who's staying near me, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGvFpjV-YI/AAAAAAAAACw/V4kRtnPU6-I/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGvFpjV-YI/AAAAAAAAACw/V4kRtnPU6-I/s200/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296707148352715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this picture, the one in the middle is Ngiap Sheng. Staying nearby as well. Don't be fooled by his look. He is very good at tackling girls. One girl in the camp fell into his trap. Haha... Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGxswTzLwI/AAAAAAAAADA/gZszEHMM3Es/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGxswTzLwI/AAAAAAAAADA/gZszEHMM3Es/s200/DSC00340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296710019204722434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clockwise from left, ChengYi, Daniel, Kevin (the one teaching me guitar), me and ChunMun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGzTo-PZ7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cRdZS1Qn7Fg/s1600-h/DSC00344.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGzTo-PZ7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cRdZS1Qn7Fg/s320/DSC00344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296711786761775026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can mix well with malay too.&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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGzUDqJaMI/AAAAAAAAADY/e0eKSEJgpbc/s1600-h/DSC00392.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/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGzUDqJaMI/AAAAAAAAADY/e0eKSEJgpbc/s320/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296711793925253314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, everyone says 'Cheese!'&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/7402108119820643216-8793706552356750386?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8793706552356750386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8793706552356750386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/8793706552356750386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-2.html' title='NS Life (Part 2)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGvFisAvCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1idCPk5OUbM/s72-c/DSC00335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-3321340357901129720</id><published>2009-01-29T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:40:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Life (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who are not joining National Service, I feel sorry for you all. Why do I say so? Because I had quite a lot of fun there. It's been a month that I stay in the camp which I feel like another home to me.&lt;/span&gt; Of course, I start to miss my second home right now. Feel like going back to the camp. Where's my camp, you may wonder. It is in Mantin, Negeri Sembilan. It is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kem Seri Perkasa&lt;/span&gt;. It is quite near to where I stay. Just an hour drive from my house. And that's why my parents keep coming to visit me every week. Enough for that. Now, take a look into my camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGfui1H8SI/AAAAAAAAABY/wI2jntPb3zE/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGfui1H8SI/AAAAAAAAABY/wI2jntPb3zE/s320/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296690258736836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get into the camp... This way to the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGgHfB1XAI/AAAAAAAAABg/PGp7-vDBBwA/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGgHfB1XAI/AAAAAAAAABg/PGp7-vDBBwA/s320/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296690687213132802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go into the dorm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGg695yC8I/AAAAAAAAABo/K5tQxFYBSDs/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGg695yC8I/AAAAAAAAABo/K5tQxFYBSDs/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296691571674188738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally to the toilet... (Yuck... Actually, it's not that bad after all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGhkQ7XhEI/AAAAAAAAABw/CWugo86KW-A/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGhkQ7XhEI/AAAAAAAAABw/CWugo86KW-A/s200/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296692281155748930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGhk0my_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fmFXg8eU5xk/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGhk0my_lI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fmFXg8eU5xk/s200/DSC00317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296692290733145682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that must not be forgotten... The famous Flying Fox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGi3oW7JYI/AAAAAAAAACA/a9lcY-M46Jw/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGi3oW7JYI/AAAAAAAAACA/a9lcY-M46Jw/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296693713374487938" 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/7402108119820643216-3321340357901129720?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3321340357901129720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3321340357901129720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/3321340357901129720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-life-part-1.html' title='NS Life (Part 1)'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/SYGfui1H8SI/AAAAAAAAABY/wI2jntPb3zE/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402108119820643216.post-4414958629393190164</id><published>2009-01-29T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:55:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first post here. What should I write in this post? My introduction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, my name is Tan Wei Ming. ( Rather hard to remember my name? Just call me Wilson.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still a student, just graduated from secondary school, SMK Taman Connaught. No idea where it is? It is somewhere in Cheras. And of course, I stay in Cheras. So to those staying nearby, feel free to contact me and perhaps we can hang out together. What else should I talk about myself? Perhaps that's all. (I'm not that good in introducing myself. Haha... Forgive me about that. One thing that I would like to mention is that I'm one of the trainees in National Service camp. Haha...Quite proud of it. Now, I'm back home for a short moment just to celebrate Chinese New Year. That means after my short holiday, I can't blog anymore for around 5 weeks. But, I'll be back shortly, posting more about my life, feelings, experiences and so on.&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/7402108119820643216-4414958629393190164?l=stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4414958629393190164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4414958629393190164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402108119820643216/posts/default/4414958629393190164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Wilson Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14008047260260719182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YR3Z7lnHrD4/Sn2r42r9ZII/AAAAAAAAAdY/YmXxod3jlZM/S220/DSC00841.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
