<?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-94998579238143569</id><updated>2011-07-09T02:53:22.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Size</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2675841164765431097</id><published>2010-03-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:22:51.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Bowl Of Mee</title><content type='html'>Last year, I would go to the city roughly once a week for a nice dinner. 'Fancy Dinner Night' is usually on Saturday evening, after church service. Usually Uncle Billy's. However, since church service was moved to Sunday morning, I have yet to have a good meal in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Billy probably spent the past few weeks with sleepless nights wondering what he could have said or done wrong to scare away his best customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, a few of us decided to have dinner in the city, 'just for fun'. But we didn't go Uncle Billy's, though. Yau Shu brought us to Hawker's Cuisine, because "their kolo mee tastes quite good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odx_juLZI/AAAAAAAABCU/428DhpfvwKU/s1600/Photo1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odx_juLZI/AAAAAAAABCU/428DhpfvwKU/s320/Photo1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a reminder to all of you who are back home enjoying cheap and tasty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odqSRM_5I/AAAAAAAABCM/50V5hRHr2Zw/s1600/Photo1023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odqSRM_5I/AAAAAAAABCM/50V5hRHr2Zw/s320/Photo1023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holy crap. Can eat 9 bowls of kolo mee back home. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BE THANKFUL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odka211iI/AAAAAAAABCE/e9OQBND2ybk/s1600/IMG_6807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odka211iI/AAAAAAAABCE/e9OQBND2ybk/s320/IMG_6807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It tastes nothing like kolo mee, by the way. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt;-_-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I survived The Great Perth Storm of 22/03/2010! I might blog about it... We'll see!&lt;/i&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/94998579238143569-2675841164765431097?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2675841164765431097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2675841164765431097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2675841164765431097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2675841164765431097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-bowl-of-mee.html' title='For A Bowl Of Mee'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S6odx_juLZI/AAAAAAAABCU/428DhpfvwKU/s72-c/Photo1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3838583561382523306</id><published>2010-01-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:23:59.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Shy Part 5</title><content type='html'>Time for a filler post! Just some random photos from my one year in Perth&lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt; =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zkv2q8MAI/AAAAAAAABBY/Gr2Pwzw6uRo/s1600-h/DSC01937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zkv2q8MAI/AAAAAAAABBY/Gr2Pwzw6uRo/s320/DSC01937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa FAIL. This was our very first attempt at laksa. We bought the paste from a supermarket in Perth and then made the mistake of&lt;b&gt; FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/b&gt; Lesson: When it comes to cooking spicy food in Australia, don't follow their instructions. Will make the food taste like butter chicken mee instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1ZmwCp00bI/AAAAAAAABBw/wyMrFddySWc/s1600-h/Photo0690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1ZmwCp00bI/AAAAAAAABBw/wyMrFddySWc/s320/Photo0690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cat is a Shaolin Grand Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zli3Uh7_I/AAAAAAAABBg/4xkHfG7U90M/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zli3Uh7_I/AAAAAAAABBg/4xkHfG7U90M/s320/Photo0279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whiteboard in UWA dedicated to Chuck Norris facts. Only in UWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: Chuck Norris has already been to Mars. That's why there are no signs of life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1ZmcKsdvJI/AAAAAAAABBo/tebenjMMxDg/s1600-h/Photo0845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1ZmcKsdvJI/AAAAAAAABBo/tebenjMMxDg/s320/Photo0845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New method of releasing exam stress: compete with your friend on how many grapes you can stuff into your mouth. Jim here managed &lt;b&gt;THIRTY!&lt;/b&gt; ... Li-Jin forever named this game "Chubby Bunny". &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Such a cute name XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zo3X4vx4I/AAAAAAAABB4/uJnNPbeY9vM/s1600-h/august+428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zo3X4vx4I/AAAAAAAABB4/uJnNPbeY9vM/s320/august+428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3838583561382523306?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3838583561382523306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3838583561382523306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3838583561382523306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3838583561382523306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2010/01/camera-shy-part-5.html' title='Camera Shy Part 5'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S1Zkv2q8MAI/AAAAAAAABBY/Gr2Pwzw6uRo/s72-c/DSC01937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1328297886343033343</id><published>2010-01-10T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:24:51.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Tiny Thy Island</title><content type='html'>So I didn't tell anyone about my New Year Eve trip to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMHS52rWI/AAAAAAAABAA/OaJmRPmGYYc/s1600-h/Photo0909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMHS52rWI/AAAAAAAABAA/OaJmRPmGYYc/s320/Photo0909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys! The trip was mostly unplanned and totally last minute! Some of my Singaporean friends were in Kuching the week before and they were talking about how everyone should meet up in Singapore. That night, I checked and saw that the air tickets were cheap-ish. The next day, I confirmed my half-day leave on New Year's Eve, a place to stay in Singapore and then proceeded to book my tickets. Trip was on Thursday. Booked tickets on Tuesday. There. That was how last minute it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wKmeFLQAI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9G00G7yoI3w/s1600-h/Photo0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wKmeFLQAI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9G00G7yoI3w/s320/Photo0878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip itself was okay. I mean, there's not much one can do in three days! There was Vera's countdown party, Marcus &amp;amp; Dorcas' wedding ceremony and Faith's BBQ party. And then there were the moments of fascination at how advanced Singapore is compared to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLNdeM4bI/AAAAAAAAA_g/6aZziBrIO2c/s1600-h/Photo0892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLNdeM4bI/AAAAAAAAA_g/6aZziBrIO2c/s320/Photo0892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLchg7h2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/uHA2Wba0qm8/s1600-h/Photo0893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLchg7h2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/uHA2Wba0qm8/s320/Photo0893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Malaysian (at least, anyone who grew up in Kuching) would agree that the public transportation here pretty much sucks. The condition of the buses are so bad that it makes you wonder if the buses can safely reach their destinations or not. As a result, everyone drives in Kuching. Most people here don't even know the bus routes! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then again, most Kuchingites don't even know their way around the Petra Jaya area -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Singaporean friends use their public transportation to go places. Granted, driving in Singapore is similar to walking and paying for parking is similar to a meal in a good restaurant, but at least the quality of the public transportation makes up for this! Heck, I think that the public transport in Singapore is of almost similar level to Perth's. And considering Perth has one of the best public transportation systems around, that's saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier, there wasn't much time to do much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;1. Orchard Road!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is a must for anyone visiting Singapore. I was there on the night of New Year and man... Really people mountain, people sea! And electricity must be really cheap or something because the light decor in Orchard Road is CRAZY. The whole length of Orchard Road is lit up by lamps and neons. They even have a building covered in LEDs that changes color every few minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wK1f-I9xI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IUm3SGf4zWg/s1600-h/Photo0879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wK1f-I9xI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IUm3SGf4zWg/s320/Photo0879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. The Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the famous durian theatre ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLnF_KV5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/tSRcofmKu9o/s1600-h/Photo0902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wLnF_KV5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/tSRcofmKu9o/s320/Photo0902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wL3YDxpUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-X0V-T-bKKQ/s1600-h/Photo0905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wL3YDxpUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-X0V-T-bKKQ/s320/Photo0905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;3. Bread + Ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Not that uncommon la, really. But the Singaporeans were proud to tell me that this is "part of their street culture". So I tried it. And it's good. But messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wU-msavAI/AAAAAAAABAo/9i4gxMbXZaQ/s1600-h/Photo0898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wU-msavAI/AAAAAAAABAo/9i4gxMbXZaQ/s320/Photo0898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;4. Durian puff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Heavenly! The durian filling is warm, sweet and creamy. Arguably comparable to a freshly-opened durian! Found in Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMyaGVp6I/AAAAAAAABAg/oAqGLrr__BY/s1600-h/Photo0923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMyaGVp6I/AAAAAAAABAg/oAqGLrr__BY/s320/Photo0923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;5. Doraemon guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No kidding. Cuteness to the max. Any guitarist using it automatically earns the Cute title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMovmDYAI/AAAAAAAABAY/Rts0McP2MP8/s1600-h/Photo0921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMovmDYAI/AAAAAAAABAY/Rts0McP2MP8/s320/Photo0921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1328297886343033343?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1328297886343033343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1328297886343033343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1328297886343033343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1328297886343033343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-tiny-thy-island.html' title='How Tiny Thy Island'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0wMHS52rWI/AAAAAAAABAA/OaJmRPmGYYc/s72-c/Photo0909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8423871439173894077</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:00:03.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADuBNr4VGFI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/ADuBNr4VGFI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake that booty!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to Poh Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing on Christmas day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Christmas, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8423871439173894077?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8423871439173894077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8423871439173894077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8423871439173894077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8423871439173894077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas 2009!'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3045110921316105745</id><published>2009-12-23T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:22:00.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia 2.0</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have not written anything of even a slight intelligence in this blog in such a long time. So many filler posts, and many of them sourced from other places! ... Inspiration is really difficult to come by these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it hard to admit this, but I find that the public nature of my posts is really getting to me. The ever scrutinizing eye of whoever-is-reading-this-blog is really laying on the pressure! I am really thinking more than three times whenever I feel like writing my heart out. What would people think? What would people say? How can I be sure that only those who should read the post will read the post? Although I still believe that my blog is my personal space and I get to do whatever the heck I want with it, a liar I would be if I say that I don't care about whatever I write and whatever consequences my words will have on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes to mind that this isn't necessarily a bad thing. Ranting and bitching about a potentially sensitive issue isn't the best way to get a problem out of the way, after all! Imagine all the possible consequences, good and bad, that may come about when/if the person involved reads what you really feel about the issue! Especially when you said "I'm fine about it" but wrote a post obviously indicating that you weren't fine with it. It does not even matter if you truly felt okay with the whole thing when you said you were fine with it, but just needed some place to vent emotions that crept up as time passed by. Heck, sometimes the very reason you're venting is to make sure you can KEEP ON being fine about the whole thing! In light of this possibility, the blog loses its appeal as the ever-listening ear. So, suffer in silence then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those of you who are now planning a 1000-word comment about how I should deal with such situations, you are missing the point. "Facing the problem head-on" and "confront the person and say what you really think" is noble and all, but the textbook methods are not always the right methods. There are situations when you CAN'T tell the truth! But hey, this really isn't the point of this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this blog will remain dry and empty? With (rare) posts but devoid of ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sometimes I wish this blog isn't that public. I considered making it private and only open to selected readers, but dismissed it as too much of a hassle. But I did take my link down from my Facebook page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ironic. With (mostly) true freedom of speech on the Internet, I find my personal freedom of expression being strangled by personal ego and public scrutiny. Hello Web 2.0, hello freedom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3045110921316105745?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3045110921316105745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3045110921316105745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3045110921316105745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3045110921316105745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranoia-20.html' title='Paranoia 2.0'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1669310837980798459</id><published>2009-11-09T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:42:19.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not flunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;He keepeth me from lying down when I should be studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;He leadeth me beside the water cooler for a study break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;He restores my faith in study guides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;He leads me to better study habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;For my grades' sake&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of borderline grades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;I will not have a nervous breakdown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;For thou art with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;My prayers and my friends, they comfort me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Thou givest me the answer in moments of blankness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Thou anointest my head with understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;My test paper runneth over with questions I recognise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Surely passing grades and flying colours shall follow me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;All the days of my examinations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I shall not have to dwell in this exam hall forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adapted for these exam times! Mirrored from&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://passionatuwa.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-fun.html"&gt;Passion@UWA.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;All the best, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&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/94998579238143569-1669310837980798459?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669310837980798459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1669310837980798459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1669310837980798459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1669310837980798459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/11/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6878868668758221404</id><published>2009-10-09T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:30:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's This For Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/2984112/old_doraemon_theme_intro_original_japanese_version_with_english_lyrics.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_2984112"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stress has a way of making you dig up all those old nuggets from the past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved Doraemon as a kid and I still do now. Back then, the appeal was in the gadgets drawn from Doraemon's amazingly deep pockets in every episode. And the various ways Nobita manages to misuse the gadgets, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, all these things I still love (yea call me a kid who never grew up =P). And Doraemon has become a way to escape the hassles involved in growing up... Notice how carefree Nobita and friends always were? No worry or care for the day except the occassional run-in with the angry teacher or mum. Don't we all yearn to return to those simpler days? Seems like so long ago, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And if you have yet to watch/read the ending to Doraemon, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BO9LLRcweYc&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/BO9LLRcweYc&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostalgic Mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5P02xi6xXg&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/Z5P02xi6xXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6878868668758221404?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6878868668758221404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6878868668758221404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6878868668758221404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6878868668758221404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/10/hows-this-for-nostalgia.html' title='How&apos;s This For Nostalgia'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4338747235746010620</id><published>2009-10-06T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:13:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Jealous Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kick me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kick me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I'm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kick me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kick me down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And still I thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Co Thirteen Four has never been harder~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Don't worry about it. Just needed somewhere to vent my emotions. Facebook is waaaay too public for something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4338747235746010620?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4338747235746010620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4338747235746010620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4338747235746010620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4338747235746010620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-jealous-heart.html' title='This Jealous Heart'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6565889310638562402</id><published>2009-10-04T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:18:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The end of the semester is not too far away now. I really really really can't wait for the semester to end! Then it'll be the final exams and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to the end of semester. About 1.5 months to Kuching!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna go home now more than ever -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6565889310638562402?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6565889310638562402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6565889310638562402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6565889310638562402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6565889310638562402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-7447113816331514340</id><published>2009-09-01T02:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:21:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why This Blog Seems Abandoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Spwf12WBelI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nUboDZVVH3A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Spwf12WBelI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nUboDZVVH3A/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376207065154943570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SpwdaC5rPQI/AAAAAAAAA94/qMNLRt1Eb9Y/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SpwdaC5rPQI/AAAAAAAAA94/qMNLRt1Eb9Y/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376204388466113794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SpwdaQfeRLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IYEo0dRS8yo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SpwdaQfeRLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IYEo0dRS8yo/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376204392114308274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Nuff said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva la engineering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat Belated Hari Merdeka! ...For Westies. My Merdeka was spent finishing my assignments (the one shown above -_-"). What did you do on National Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-7447113816331514340?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/7447113816331514340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=7447113816331514340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7447113816331514340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7447113816331514340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-this-blog-seems-abandoned.html' title='Why This Blog Seems Abandoned'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Spwf12WBelI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nUboDZVVH3A/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6797207827635867888</id><published>2009-07-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:09:06.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SmChdfsr88I/AAAAAAAAA7I/abnhK-BYHRE/s1600-h/Photo0594.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SmChdfsr88I/AAAAAAAAA7I/abnhK-BYHRE/s320/Photo0594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461084668097474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have crossed over to the other side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*cue Imperial March*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;UWA's new semester starts on Monday. Curtin students start a week later! Hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6797207827635867888?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6797207827635867888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6797207827635867888' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6797207827635867888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6797207827635867888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/07/betrayer.html' title='Betrayer'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SmChdfsr88I/AAAAAAAAA7I/abnhK-BYHRE/s72-c/Photo0594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6536616987783399616</id><published>2009-06-28T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:26:10.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Valley We Call Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up on Friday morning to another seemingly ordinary day. I washed up and showered and then went to the living room to wait for Vee and Felicia. While waiting, I switched on the TV. Thought I might as well catch up on some news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Michael Jackson Dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The news shocked me because it was so sudden. Sure, it was no secret that MJ has been suffering from health problems for a while now. But it has never really occurred to me that his end will be so near. One never really think that way about legends, you know. In your head, legends are the personas you see on the TV screen. Many of us forget just how human they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePx5ri5eI/AAAAAAAAA6o/P3xW6YpQgWY/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePx5ri5eI/AAAAAAAAA6o/P3xW6YpQgWY/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352404769612948962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was never a huge fan of Michael Jackson, apart from liking some of his more famous hits. While the timing of his passing shocked me, it did not make a big impact on me. That is, until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During Sunday service, my pastor handed out a pamphlet on Michael Jackson. I read it and was extremely moved. I am gonna post up the full text here and I encourage all of you to read all the way to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Fri 26 June 2009... the King of Pop died. Michael Jackson died of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a massive cardiac arrest. Stories now raise questions about his dependency on pain-killers (he admitted himself into rehab for drug dependency on pain-killers a few years ago); it will be at least a month until further test results of his cause of death are known. Even in death the media, world &amp;amp; fans cannot get enough of him. And his sudden passing away has seen sales of his album &amp;amp; songs sell out in Australia within hours of the shocking news."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Five of Jackson's solo albums - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Off the Wall, Thriller, Bad, Dangerous &amp;amp; HIStory&lt;/span&gt; - are among the top-sellers of all time. During his extraordinary career, he sold an estimated 750 million records worldwide, released 13 No. 1 singles &amp;amp; became one of a handful of artists to be inducted twice into the Rock &amp;amp; Roll Hall of Fame. The Guiness Book of World Records recognized Jackson as the "Most Successful Entertainer of All Time" &amp;amp; Thriller as the Biggest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Selling Album of All Time. MJ won 13 Grammy Awards and received the American Music Award's Artist of the Centruy Award."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkeQIdzH2SI/AAAAAAAAA64/Y6nLjKgAvoM/s1600-h/thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkeQIdzH2SI/AAAAAAAAA64/Y6nLjKgAvoM/s320/thriller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352405157265529122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Michael Jackson started in the music business at the age of 11 with his brothers as a member of the Jackson 5. In the early 1980s, he defined the art form of music video with such ground-breaking videos as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billie Jean,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beat It&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; the epic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller.&lt;/span&gt; MJ's sound, style &amp;amp; dance moves inspired subsequent generations of pop, soul, R&amp;amp;B &amp;amp; hip-hop artists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePxi2-8WI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/2u9xt0ycb7g/s1600-h/large3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePxi2-8WI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/2u9xt0ycb7g/s320/large3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352404763486908770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Personally I am not a huge fan of MJ. His music, however, marked my awakening to pop music. It was Beat It that got me listening to the radio as a 13 y.o., &amp;amp; subsequently keeping track of the latest hits in the 80s. His hits bring back memories of my teenage years - carefree yet anxious &amp;amp; self-conscious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Rarely have I wept at the news of the passing away of a hous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ehol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d name. Yet for MJ I could not hold back a few tears. Like I said, I am not a huge fan of his. So why did I cry? As I watched the constant stream of news reports about his life, it became painfully obvious that here was a human being who was trapped by success. Someone (a reporter from ET) made a most insightful coment. He said that although Thriller lauched MJ into super-stardom, it was also his downfall. Perhaps MJ - like many others - was not ready for the heavy price of public life that success &amp;amp; stardom generate. The cruel scrutiny of the media, draining demands of adoring fans, &amp;amp; crushing expectations of agents (&amp;amp; 'opportunists' in that industry)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"As I watched his life unfold on screen, I observed a handsome, extremely gifted young boy who was ahead of his time in the days of Jackson Five. When interviewed after a performance, he answered with the confidence &amp;amp; maturity of someone years older. He was normal then - both in physical appearance &amp;amp; social - emotional stability. But as his fame grew &amp;amp; the years passed, he became reclusive &amp;amp; eccentric. He likened himself to Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up, &amp;amp; even named his personal estate Neverland."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePx0GG27I/AAAAAAAAA6w/tbinvaYLVoE/s1600-h/michael_jackson_young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePx0GG27I/AAAAAAAAA6w/tbinvaYLVoE/s320/michael_jackson_young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352404768113744818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"So why did I cry over the death of MJ? It is because I see in him ...a very lonely man. Someone who had suffered &amp;amp; endured much pain at a very tender age (4 y.o.) for the sake of becoming successful ...only to find that success isolates &amp;amp; attracts the company of people who may only be interested in his wealth, or the ability to bring wealth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Perhaps that was why MJ trusted &amp;amp; loved Children. Children are innocent. They don't want to get to know you because of your money, to use you or ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;use you. Unfortunately he went about loving people in a socially unacceptable way. His life was quite a contradiction. MJ was like a young boy trapped in the body of a grown man. In some ways his thoughts &amp;amp; values were naive &amp;amp; innocent; in other respects he demonstrated his intelligence. He was a musical, creative genius. He was that young boy caught in a time warp, who lost his childhood to hours of recording &amp;amp; concert tours, &amp;amp; woke up as a man who desperately wanted to regain what cannot be repeated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I cried for his soul. The lost, hurt, lonely, misunderstood soul of a superstar who did not know the joy &amp;amp; richness of human relationships. How could anyone every live life without a friend? Yet this is the picture being developed in my mind as news reports pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ece together MJ's life. Did he ever really live? Or did he escape reality? Building his own world of animals, amusement rides, collections of antiques, etc... &amp;amp; when these were not enough to mask the deep pain of his heart, there were the drugs. Initially taken to relieve the pain resulting from burns incurred at the filming of a Pepsi commercial, drugs could also provide a temporar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y relief from the pain of an empty soul. A soul so drained by constant demands &amp;amp; high pressure - whether self-imposed or to gain approval, love, acceptance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul?&lt;/span&gt; - Mark 8:36 [NLT]. MJ's tragic existence demonstrates that possessing fame &amp;amp; fortune is no cure for a wounded, empty soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePxcdrMEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-N4C6ahKkaI/s1600-h/jackson+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePxcdrMEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/-N4C6ahKkaI/s320/jackson+five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352404761770143810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Did anyone ever share the love of a Saviour, One who can be completely trusted, with MJ? MJ referred to God in an interview with US 60 Minutes. But how well did he know God? Everyone needs a Saviour - to know forgiveness, that they're loved &amp;amp; lovable. MJ longed to be loved as he was. To be accepted as a human being, not some superstar. I pray that somehow he made peace with his Creator before he stepped into eternity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The world has lost the brilliance of a truly talented individual. But more importantly, I hope this man's soul has not been lost for eternity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Pastor Joyce Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It doesn't matter whether you're from a different denomination, an entirely different faith, a free thinker or an atheist. There is much to reflect on and learn from the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you have read this far, I hope that something has stirred within you, whatever that 'something' is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkeX3XvirvI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QRSr47cs8FA/s1600-h/MJ2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkeX3XvirvI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QRSr47cs8FA/s320/MJ2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352413659675143922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And MJ, rest in peace and enjoy your moonwalk with God. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This winter, let us remember that God is in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; And I mean this in ways beyond V For Vendetta.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I am still gathering material for my account of the journey Down South.. Patience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6536616987783399616?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6536616987783399616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6536616987783399616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6536616987783399616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6536616987783399616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-valley-we-call-success.html' title='In The Valley We Call Success'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SkePx5ri5eI/AAAAAAAAA6o/P3xW6YpQgWY/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6760220911535230346</id><published>2009-06-21T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:48:16.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Author...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... took his final paper almost a week ago. Since then, he has been free to post in his blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... is still looking for the inspiration and motivation to post. When you break a routine, it isn't so easy to get it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... will be away from 22 June (Monday) until 24 June (Wednesday). He will most probably be sugar high in some small town south of Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... wishes everyone still busy with their final exams all the very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... needs to go pack now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... promises to update his blog when he gets back.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Can't promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6760220911535230346?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6760220911535230346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6760220911535230346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6760220911535230346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6760220911535230346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/06/author.html' title='The Author...'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4129177482613817231</id><published>2009-06-04T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:32:14.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hygiene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seems that that Wonder Girls song "Nobody" is all the rage lately. Well, at least it seems to be catching on in Australia. Always let Australia catch on the trends few months after all the rave has died down yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And recently there's the Swine Flu scare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So combine them you get..? &lt;strike&gt;Captain Planet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&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/lViRlo1_b1o&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you use finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Video credits to Yvonne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exam season is here. Drop in posting frequency = studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4129177482613817231?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4129177482613817231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4129177482613817231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4129177482613817231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4129177482613817231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/06/hygiene.html' title='Hygiene'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4489945885390728675</id><published>2009-05-24T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:28:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The zebra crossing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Shj2t_om2qI/AAAAAAAAA6I/knePY20uV_E/s1600-h/Photo0205.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Shj2t_om2qI/AAAAAAAAA6I/knePY20uV_E/s320/Photo0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339288628284021410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At both ends of the zebra crossing is a sensor that detects the presence of a pedestrian waiting to cross the road. When the sensor registers positive, it sends out a signal to nearby vehicles. This signal causes their brakes to engage and the accelerator to disengage. A network of timing circuits performs the necessary adjustments required for the vehicle to come to a gentle stop before the zebra crossing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The zebra crossing then sends out another signal which stimulates the driver to beckon to the pedestrian to cross. After the pedestrian has crossed the road, the zebra crossing disengages the first signal and the vehicle is once again returned to the driver's control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am quite proud to say that Malaysia is also using zebra crossings of the same model. However, it seems that we got f**ked on the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead of braking, the signal causes vehicles to accelerate. And instead of beckoning the pedestrian to cross, the second signal causes the driver to wave only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one finger&lt;/span&gt; and shout, "Oi! Che me aa? Ai si aa??!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4489945885390728675?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4489945885390728675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4489945885390728675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4489945885390728675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4489945885390728675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonders-of-invention.html' title='Wonders of Invention'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Shj2t_om2qI/AAAAAAAAA6I/knePY20uV_E/s72-c/Photo0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2956853522058109434</id><published>2009-05-15T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:07:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Isn't Hard, Just Tedious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The guy who came up with all those engineering formulas have a sense of humor. For some hidden reason, engineering calculations lead you to the worst possible mathematical steps. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sgwzs3-UKCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FFyyLB9Gn54/s1600-h/Photo0384.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sgwzs3-UKCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FFyyLB9Gn54/s320/Photo0384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696504559773730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is quite bad enough that some of the formulas are, when written down, longer than the length of your pen. Remember how you used to keep forgetting the formula for the area of a circle? You ain't seen nothing yet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sgw09R-6nZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Pja7lHewiaY/s1600-h/Photo0394.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sgw09R-6nZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Pja7lHewiaY/s320/Photo0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335697885931150738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of the shorter ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I was saying. Going through all the calculation steps can take you through some super tedious mathematics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To analyze a structure's behaviour when carrying a load, you first need to consider all the ways the structure can move, either through the rotation of a member, deflection or (usually) a combination of both.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztQsCe-I/AAAAAAAAA54/olItNbjZn6s/s1600-h/Photo0393.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztQsCe-I/AAAAAAAAA54/olItNbjZn6s/s320/Photo0393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696511194004450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A matrix comprising all the possible movement can then be generated, typically in the size range of 6x6 upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztNgbe6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/z98AnvaE9fA/s1600-h/Photo0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztNgbe6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/z98AnvaE9fA/s320/Photo0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696510340004770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one is size 9x7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, form a matrix that accounts for the stiffness of the structure, also typically in the size range of 6x6 upwards.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztSfvxsI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ve2egq2ApyY/s1600-h/Photo0391.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwztSfvxsI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ve2egq2ApyY/s320/Photo0391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696511679317698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;...and 9x9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now we have two matrices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step of the calculation requires you to...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MULTIPLY THE MATRICES TOGETHER.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwzsvKNaRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tcGGM_TxKOQ/s1600-h/Photo0380.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgwzsvKNaRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tcGGM_TxKOQ/s320/Photo0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696502193744146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multiply the first matrix to the product of the transpose of the first matrix and the second matrix = GG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those who know how to do matrix multiplication are probably gasping now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the matrix operations like adding and subtracting, why did it have to be multiplication? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next step is to find the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;inverse&lt;/span&gt; of the product of the matrices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*peng*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Thankfully, I brought my calculator that is capable of doing various matrix operations, including multiplication and finding the inverse. But I am not allowed to use that calculator in exam! Here's to hoping the final exam will not require us to solve the matrices by hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2956853522058109434?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2956853522058109434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2956853522058109434' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2956853522058109434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2956853522058109434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-isnt-hard-just-tedious.html' title='It Isn&apos;t Hard, Just Tedious'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sgwzs3-UKCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FFyyLB9Gn54/s72-c/Photo0384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1266645447265831267</id><published>2009-05-12T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:19:29.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Switch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Switching over from Swinburne to UWA was an eye-opening experience. Firstly, there's the massive difference between the Malaysian and the Australian lifestyle. There's also the whole doing-everything-by-myself thing that, after almost four months, I am getting quite used to. And of course, there's the difference in the teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In Swinburne, assignments are a major component of the final score. Usually, the final exam only make up about 60% of the overall marks. The other 40% is allocated to coursework, which could include topical tests, tutorials, lab reports, write-ups and the dreaded major assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But arguing it that way puts Swinburne on the same level as UWA. UWA's final exam constitutes around 70% to the overall score. The other 30% goes to coursework, which also includes tutorials, assignments, etc. That would put it on equal footing with Swinburne, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As a student who studied in Swinburne for three years, I dare claim that these things UWA call "assignments" are not worthy to be referred to as such!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgmD7dU1UPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/10jvz0YSOOQ/s1600-h/Photo0238.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgmD7dU1UPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/10jvz0YSOOQ/s320/Photo0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334940291104592114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Still got time to take picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remembered slaving away in the Swinburne library every night, trudging down that Assignment Tunnel with not a sign of the light at the end. The life-sapping assignments &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like the infamous&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/minute-miniatures-part-1.html"&gt;CEP&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Swinburne takes up most of the semester to be completed, unlike UWA's assignments that can be completed in one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not that I am being ungrateful or am I asking for more assignments. I am just highlighting the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a very different semester for me. Three years in Swinburne has made me accustomed to let the assignments "lead" me to the final exam. But now, with the absence of all that work, I am kinda struggling with finding a direction for my studies. Before, assignments played a major part in preparing me for finals. Now, I don't really know where to go/what to do to start preparing. And this is a very bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgmD7mdRuAI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/gheYXyAqWks/s1600-h/Photo0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgmD7mdRuAI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/gheYXyAqWks/s320/Photo0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334940293555927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coulomb Wedges. Fact: Drawing Wedges at night makes one think of KFC. KFC + Hungry = Torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what it is like to switch from Swinburne to UWA. I would love to see a UWA student go to Swinburne. How will they cope with the mountains of reports? Maybe they'll die from stress in the first two weeks. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now that everyone is on Facebook, I wonder if anyone still bothers to blog or read blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1266645447265831267?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1266645447265831267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1266645447265831267' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1266645447265831267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1266645447265831267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/switch.html' title='The Switch'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgmD7dU1UPI/AAAAAAAAA5I/10jvz0YSOOQ/s72-c/Photo0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-7979661553869051322</id><published>2009-05-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:00:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanna Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nem0bkErGVY&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/Nem0bkErGVY&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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-7979661553869051322?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/7979661553869051322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=7979661553869051322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7979661553869051322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7979661553869051322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-wanna-say.html' title='Just Wanna Say...'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2461660415425856209</id><published>2009-05-07T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:27:00.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgG7dYYNqSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/DJHWO_RC0A8/s1600-h/dream_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgG7dYYNqSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/DJHWO_RC0A8/s320/dream_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332749547217987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Super deep, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://xkcd.com/240/"&gt;xkcd.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2461660415425856209?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2461660415425856209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2461660415425856209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2461660415425856209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2461660415425856209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope-and-world.html' title='Hope and the World'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SgG7dYYNqSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/DJHWO_RC0A8/s72-c/dream_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4577570394627437947</id><published>2009-05-05T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:57:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure you've all watched the fantastic 2008 animation film Wall-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The tale of two robots who were more human than some humans could ever be was received well when it was released. No surprise there - who could be so heartless to not love the film? It conveyed its messages well and managed to create characters you would adore and root for. What's even more amazing is that the main characters could only 'speak' mainly through gestures, beeps and boops and limited vocabulary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched it again last Saturday night at Mark's place. Laughed and emoted together with the cell members. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mark has the Blu-ray DVD for Wall-E and, inside, we found a short film that's a tie-in to Wall-E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's called Burn-E. Watch it till the very end, even after the credits! Really hillarious. And super adorable too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Check out some of the expressions on the robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those of you who have not watched Wall-E, go watch it! You will fully understand some of the events in Burn-E. Besides, Wall-E is a fantastic movie to watch &lt;strike&gt;with your girlfriend&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9Y46NxP6b0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9Y46NxP6b0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And have you ever wondered why Pixar has a table lamp in its logo? Well, the lamp has a name: Luxo. Watch this video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W1pVidZtnPE&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/W1pVidZtnPE&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4577570394627437947?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4577570394627437947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4577570394627437947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4577570394627437947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4577570394627437947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/burn-e.html' title='Burn-E'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-5082536811319090054</id><published>2009-05-03T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:41:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know. I am small in size and I look very much like the nerd type. The type whose life is in books and thinks that outdoor activities are part of the "gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and fiction". However, believe it or not, I actually enjoy sports! I have tried quite a number of sports although I was never good at any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jogging, swimming, basketball, soccer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;Starcraft,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, ping pong, crab football, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;Counter-Strike,&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; captain's ball, badminton and even played tennis for a total o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d to add to the list, rock climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You read that right. Rock climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twig arms like mine also can go rock climbing. So... Johnson, there's hope for you yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course, I didn't try climbing a full-scale vertical cliff la. That would be inviting death! And from the performance of the rock climbing session, I would probably b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e dead at least six times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfnWaxfpg0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/O0YoFPE-lyU/s1600-h/extremeclimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfnWaxfpg0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/O0YoFPE-lyU/s320/extremeclimb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330527389420716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was an indoor rock climbing facility instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The walls were converted into 'rock cliffs'. Colored handholds were fixed to the walls for use in climbing. The aim is to scale a wall using only handholds of the same color. This creates multiple routes to scale the walls, each one with its own diffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ulty number (the higher the number, the more difficult the route).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRHjeDUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/swSbwd4ajdI/s1600-h/Photo0207.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRHjeDUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/swSbwd4ajdI/s320/Photo0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521182055140674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicia on the Green 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll admit this: rock climbing isn't easy! It takes quite a lot of strength and flexibility to scale some of the walls. Some of the handholds are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; small that I had to hang on by just a few fingers. &lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRSCelTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/SWTH2tLzjOY/s1600-h/Photo0211.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRSCelTI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/SWTH2tLzjOY/s320/Photo0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521184869553458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gearing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mark and I managed to do a Level 15 (or was it 16?) wall. And barely made it up the first few feet of a Level 17 one. Hahaha..&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRphbwuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/95zltEjcxiM/s1600-h/Photo0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRphbwuI/AAAAAAAAA3g/95zltEjcxiM/s320/Photo0213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521191173407458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad pose. (Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdsquR7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HEp3DGvDEfc/s1600-h/Photo0219.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdsquR7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HEp3DGvDEfc/s320/Photo0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522497687734194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not looking much better (Mark) =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vee, the most experienced climber among us, tackled the wall. And he went up just like that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*snap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdxRfs3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/gjqmrY87628/s1600-h/Photo0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdxRfs3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/gjqmrY87628/s320/Photo0223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522498924098418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vee. Sempat posing somemore -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You could almost hear the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sssssshhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; sound of ego deflating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eR59bQsI/AAAAAAAAA3w/oqCS6tQMoFU/s1600-h/Photo0216.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eR59bQsI/AAAAAAAAA3w/oqCS6tQMoFU/s320/Photo0216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521195585782466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tips from the sifu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For $15 entrance fee + $3 equipment fee, we get to stay in the facility as long as we like and climb as many times as we like. But a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fter two hours or so, none of us can climb anymore. My fingers were twitching, forearms trembling and I couldn't clench my f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;st! Also must remember that I didn't do any warm-up stret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa terer la konon =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so we went to the bouldering section and camwhored instead. Excuse the less-than-mediocre quality of the photos. My camera doesn't work that well in low-light conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRz13dWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/S2Hl7YOjtQE/s1600-h/Photo0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1eRz13dWI/AAAAAAAAA3o/S2Hl7YOjtQE/s320/Photo0214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521193943463266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Photographers Henry and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdQ_x9lI/AAAAAAAAA34/FRQo9OyhneA/s1600-h/Photo0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1fdQ_x9lI/AAAAAAAAA34/FRQo9OyhneA/s320/Photo0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522490259863122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;...Wincy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1feK0u9cI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zAotUqeekdg/s1600-h/Photo0230.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1feK0u9cI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/zAotUqeekdg/s320/Photo0230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522505782785474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Mark's priceless expression. Hanging on for dear life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1feUxaplI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8FAKoP6uF-4/s1600-h/Photo0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1feUxaplI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/8FAKoP6uF-4/s320/Photo0231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522508453226066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vee. Cool lagi tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-TiJ87I/AAAAAAAAA4g/CjmxcW85osw/s1600-h/Photo0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-TiJ87I/AAAAAAAAA4g/CjmxcW85osw/s320/Photo0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331523057876595634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-dHoP_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/jnNbtKrC7HU/s1600-h/Photo0234.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-dHoP_I/AAAAAAAAA4o/jnNbtKrC7HU/s320/Photo0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331523060449689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-u19v6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/hOcNZigQpGA/s1600-h/Photo0235.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-u19v6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/hOcNZigQpGA/s320/Photo0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331523065207439266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Felicia. Check out the hair! Proves that we're really hanging upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-6R_7xI/AAAAAAAAA44/p3Y6IR-ROq0/s1600-h/Photo0236.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sf1f-6R_7xI/AAAAAAAAA44/p3Y6IR-ROq0/s320/Photo0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331523068277813010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Soon Eng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-5082536811319090054?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/5082536811319090054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=5082536811319090054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5082536811319090054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5082536811319090054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/05/vertical.html' title='Vertical'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfnWaxfpg0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/O0YoFPE-lyU/s72-c/extremeclimb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4813613749360632434</id><published>2009-04-29T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:45:00.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statues on display in Hay Street Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfhrrM92VGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9wtvygH14js/s1600-h/Photo0202.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfhrrM92VGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9wtvygH14js/s320/Photo0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128548952167522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sfhrrf_Jp-I/AAAAAAAAA24/jq_hX0clNZc/s1600-h/Photo0203.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sfhrrf_Jp-I/AAAAAAAAA24/jq_hX0clNZc/s320/Photo0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128554057902050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfhrrgGwW_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/sDdIs8Ae8Zs/s1600-h/Photo0204.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfhrrgGwW_I/AAAAAAAAA3A/sDdIs8Ae8Zs/s320/Photo0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128554089798642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If they do this at night lots of people will get heart attacks lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having problems uploading photos from my phone to the PC. So bear with the stale posts for the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4813613749360632434?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4813613749360632434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4813613749360632434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4813613749360632434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4813613749360632434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bronzed.html' title='Bronzed'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SfhrrM92VGI/AAAAAAAAA2w/9wtvygH14js/s72-c/Photo0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-5790475262877403452</id><published>2009-04-22T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:00:33.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Se74iX2T4pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_m9kJD_GEi0/s1600-h/route.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Se74iX2T4pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_m9kJD_GEi0/s320/route.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327468678626927250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total distance: Approximately 8km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time taken: About 80 minutes + 5 minutes break halfway through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I took a long time. I'm not a marathon runner okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that my legs are way too small to be considered legs. Do you know? If you compare the size of your neck to my legs, there's a very big chance that your neck is bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hopefully, jogs can do something about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also plan to lose 1 kg of fat, bringing my fat total to 0 kg. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-5790475262877403452?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/5790475262877403452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=5790475262877403452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5790475262877403452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5790475262877403452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-run.html' title='Today&apos;s Run'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Se74iX2T4pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_m9kJD_GEi0/s72-c/route.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3509891592988271087</id><published>2009-04-21T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:37:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what it used to be like - back when we were staying in Morley and had to endure long commute times every day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am. The sun has only begun creeping over the horizon. The sky is dark. The air is cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_n1iXpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/U44j_h6vErw/s1600-h/DSC01933.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_n1iXpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/U44j_h6vErw/s320/DSC01933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850156088417938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stand awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGAPLQ4RI/AAAAAAAAA1w/idt-qOKhMTk/s1600-h/DSC01936.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGAPLQ4RI/AAAAAAAAA1w/idt-qOKhMTk/s320/DSC01936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850166648529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow glare of the sodium street lamps illuminate our spot. There is a bench, but we do not sit. The wood is warped to a weird angle, making it extremely uncomfortable to sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_jEIdBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cPwoqE1uNZ0/s1600-h/DSC01909.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_jEIdBI/AAAAAAAAA1g/cPwoqE1uNZ0/s320/DSC01909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850154807456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait. At times, shivering.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning bus is usually quite punctual. Depending on the time, we take either Bus 49 or Bus 58. The journey from our house to the bus station takes around 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGi7oCigI/AAAAAAAAA2A/zKnj2YgBJVg/s1600-h/Photo0016.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGi7oCigI/AAAAAAAAA2A/zKnj2YgBJVg/s320/Photo0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850762695936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morley Bus Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGAdkPo5I/AAAAAAAAA14/w1ZQ2qnU6G4/s1600-h/Photo0015.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGAdkPo5I/AAAAAAAAA14/w1ZQ2qnU6G4/s320/Photo0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850170511401874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand A2. Here we await Circleroute 99 for the one hour journey to UWA.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezMpW_tUdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x1LueAv0Stw/s1600-h/Photo0135.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezMpW_tUdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/x1LueAv0Stw/s320/Photo0135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326857470191948242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;This one goes to the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezMpHqMwnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6gLAYYkLhBc/s1600-h/Photo0134.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezMpHqMwnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/6gLAYYkLhBc/s320/Photo0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326857466075202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Se4EQI8YX4I/AAAAAAAAA2g/FSXN1cyhvww/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Se4EQI8YX4I/AAAAAAAAA2g/FSXN1cyhvww/s320/Photo0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327200084551032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_bA4j6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5r-sx5T_MRw/s1600-h/DSC01908.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_bA4j6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/5r-sx5T_MRw/s320/DSC01908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850152646348706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The morning 99. This was taken about halfway along the journey. By the time we get to UWA, it'll be totally packed with people. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not many pictures during the bus ride. I usually pay a visit to the Sleeping God. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.45am. UWA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGjCmg34I/AAAAAAAAA2I/ngB602cpfE8/s1600-h/Photo0120.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezGjCmg34I/AAAAAAAAA2I/ngB602cpfE8/s320/Photo0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326850764568584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now make the same trip twice a day, five days a week.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving, bus trips are now around 10 minutes long. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3509891592988271087?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3509891592988271087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3509891592988271087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3509891592988271087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3509891592988271087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-ride.html' title='The Old Ride'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SezF_n1iXpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/U44j_h6vErw/s72-c/DSC01933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-97912995568754247</id><published>2009-04-18T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:59:00.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This news is old. But it's probably necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't message/call my Malaysian number!&lt;/span&gt; That number is still in use, but by my mum! Any invite to supper/gossip/secret love confession you s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;end me will be read by my mum instead! The same applies to calls. If you're dying to h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ear my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; voice, call my Australian number!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, but don't delete my Malaysian number from your p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;honebook. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; will still want to use my old number when I get back to Malaysia. I like that number. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here in Australia, I'm a Virgin. Well, I was a virgin back in M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alaysia, but now I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virgin&lt;/span&gt; virgin. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha. Haha. Stale joke, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK5a7PaOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/2p7DZ4ZRr28/s1600-h/Photo0008.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK5a7PaOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/2p7DZ4ZRr28/s320/Photo0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729647194761442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Innuendos. How we love 'em.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm on Postpaid. Back home, I would have never even conside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;red using postpaid. Prepaid was so much cheaper in Malaysia - especially with the crazy low SMS rates that keeps getting lower. Not that anyone is complaining, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK6M8XKzI/AAAAAAAAA04/pZ1Mw70bRUA/s1600-h/DSC01948.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK6M8XKzI/AAAAAAAAA04/pZ1Mw70bRUA/s320/DSC01948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729660621237042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That Little Red Book is full of sexual innuendos. Virgin is sex-crazed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here, things work a little differently. Australians don't generally SMS each other that much. So the SMS rates are WAY higher than what I'm used to. 30 cents (AUD) per SMS! In Malaysia, 15 cents (MYR) per SMS is already considered way too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the flip side, the postpaid here is better. For $30 a month, I get $150 to spend on calls and SMSes. And 20 Mb of data for mobile browsing. There are ot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her plans I can choose from. Obviously, cheaper plans offer less talktime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is starting to sound like an advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the best thing about the mobile plans is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FREE PHONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I am not talking about free Nokia 3310's or phones so large you can mistake them for toasters or those phones you can use to smash a crab's shell with. They're giving away top of the line phones! I am talking about mobiles like No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kia N96, Samsung Omnia and even the fabled iPhone 3G! No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The only strings attached to such a deal is that you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be bonded to the number for 24 months. Which isn't much of a problem if you're not the person to change numbers like you change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; shirts. And sometimes better phones require you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; add in another $5 or so per month on top of your phone bill. After 24 months, it'll amount to about $120. Still pretty cheap if that's the price to pay for a Nokia N96!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So have I convinced you all to come over here? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And me? I got myself a &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/samsung_f480-2268.php"&gt;Samsung F480.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejOIVUYlqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8_qAgcD3xfs/s1600-h/480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejOIVUYlqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8_qAgcD3xfs/s320/480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325733201922528930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided to go for the gold one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.0 MP camera with autofocus and flash, 3G, HSDPA, touchscreen candy bar. Quite satisfied with it, although the user interface could be much more user-friendly. The touchscreen is responsive and the menus don't lag (most of the time), which is a plus compared to many touchscreen phones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK5hWjIiI/AAAAAAAAA0g/In4mlgTKihE/s1600-h/DSC01945.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK5hWjIiI/AAAAAAAAA0g/In4mlgTKihE/s320/DSC01945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325729648919912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera flash isn't very useful - often causes discoloration of my snapshots! I usually leave it switched off. Flash aside, the camera works pretty well except in low light conditions and extreme close-ups. Still better than the 2.0 MP non-focus, non-flash camera on my K618i so I am not gonna complain too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejLbk6zJ3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/KSiFHuY3OUQ/s1600-h/DSC01949.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejLbk6zJ3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/KSiFHuY3OUQ/s320/DSC01949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730233992816498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejLbmqYZsI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vTGgkcGXDyU/s1600-h/DSC01950.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejLbmqYZsI/AAAAAAAAA1I/vTGgkcGXDyU/s320/DSC01950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730234460825282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Looks like I'll be retiring my Sony Ericsson then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-97912995568754247?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/97912995568754247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=97912995568754247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/97912995568754247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/97912995568754247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/virgin.html' title='Virgin'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SejK5a7PaOI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/2p7DZ4ZRr28/s72-c/Photo0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2502752847905179307</id><published>2009-04-05T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:23:00.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bear the mathematical jargon with me. There is a life lesson to be learnt at the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The mathematical version of predicting the future involves assigning certain values (termed 'probabilities') to an event. In theory, the future is pretty much uncertain. Since the event we're predicting has yet to happen, there is theoretically an equal chance for that event to happen and for an altogether different event to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example, nothing has yet to happen in the next instance, so there is theoretically an infinite number of things that can happen. In the next minute, I can continue typing on this keyboard, or the computer can blow up in my face, or a meteor can strike down from the sky and smite me from the face of this Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember: nothing has happened, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll leave out most of the elaboration on this part since it will be bore the readers to death, if the post hasn't done so already. A slightly similar argument is the infamous&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schroedinger%27s_Cat"&gt;Schrodinger's Cat.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Under this argument, there is theoretically an equal chance for anything to happen. So, to be fair, we allocate every event with the same probability of occurrence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SckJH_aXLeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NzNxrXc_oc4/s1600-h/even.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SckJH_aXLeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NzNxrXc_oc4/s320/even.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316790867973320162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now it is just as likely for me to get up and make a cup of coffee as there is for a Japanese samurai to materialize beside me, scream "Banzai!" and then proceed to offer me a slice of cheese cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Obviously, such generalization is totally pointless, since we are back to square one, with no useful model of predicting the occurrence of an event to any degree of certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore, it is more suitable to allocate higher probabilities to events that are more likely to occur and lower probabilities to rare-occurring events than to give them all similar values. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SckJHyY2RLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7Ctx0uQhSEE/s1600-h/normal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SckJHyY2RLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7Ctx0uQhSEE/s320/normal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316790864477308082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A very commonly used model is shown above, called a normal distribution (since this is a model that predicts events as they 'normally' occur). The 'average' event, or event that seems to occur the most, is allocated the highest probability, while more extreme events are given lower values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a perfectly sound reasoning, as experience in life shows that things always happen around the 'popular' value. There are way more average-height people than there are very tall or very short people, for instance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While not seemingly fair to have totally neglected the argument of "nothing has happened, so anything can happen", the normal distribution has proven to be representative of how life works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what have we learnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. It is quite pointless to be fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Normally, life doesn't try to be fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sorry. This post popped up in my head from my musings on certain mathematical theories. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is such a filler post.&lt;/span&gt; In disguise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2502752847905179307?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2502752847905179307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2502752847905179307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2502752847905179307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2502752847905179307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/normally.html' title='Normally'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SckJH_aXLeI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NzNxrXc_oc4/s72-c/even.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8525994465989964847</id><published>2009-04-01T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:05:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Tuesday's lunch was in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On Tuesdays and Wednesdays, we have three hour breaks between classes. Usually, I spend the three hours sleeping or doing homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and then sleep&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he library.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Like back in Swinburne Library lar. Old habits die hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Andrew has been telling me of a place in the city that makes one of the best Japanese Curries around. Hearing the way he described the curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;onjure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d images of food from Heaven in my head! I told him that he MUST bring me there and so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; we decided to take a bus to the city for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A short walk from the bus stop and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA23ER4NI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IoP_8IfGmDA/s1600-h/Photo0094.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA23ER4NI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IoP_8IfGmDA/s320/Photo0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317063252559126738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Inside, I found out that the place is run by real Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anese. And that to work there, you must be able to speak Japanese! The girl who took our orders at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the counter was cle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arly Japanese. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quite cute also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8PDKfbpI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iHqDsgn5fxg/s1600-h/Photo0085.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8PDKfbpI/AAAAAAAAAyw/iHqDsgn5fxg/s320/Photo0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058170565127826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ordered Katsu Chicken Curry. It's $6.00, which is conside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;red cheap in comparison to the insane prices charged at other Asian restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's my six-dollar Katsu Chicken Curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8Oja1o6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/2TiCDf138F8/s1600-h/Photo0084.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8Oja1o6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/2TiCDf138F8/s320/Photo0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058162043757474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hehe. Actually, it's just the waiting card for my dish. There are cute cute cartoons at the back of the card somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8Pb0zV-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/9KLABnws3qU/s1600-h/Photo0086.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8Pb0zV-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/9KLABnws3qU/s320/Photo0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058177185044450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken cartoon for Katsu Chicken Curry and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8PofII_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/1ieLlFlnqyQ/s1600-h/Photo0087.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8PofII_I/AAAAAAAAAzA/1ieLlFlnqyQ/s320/Photo0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058180583793650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Piggy cartoon for Katsu Pork Curry!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; Katsu Chicken Curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2XkV3EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/XZaUS9riX_A/s1600-h/Photo0091.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2XkV3EI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/XZaUS9riX_A/s320/Photo0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317063244103670850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two minutes later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2fhUwgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QTbnLF4YJkk/s1600-h/Photo0092.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2fhUwgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/QTbnLF4YJkk/s320/Photo0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317063246238499330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; la! I couldn't get enough of it. The deep fried chicken was juicy and tender to the bite and perfectly complemented by the gravy. While the gravy doesn't taste like Malaysian curry at all (expected lar), it has its own appeal. To our standards, it isn't the least spicy. It leans more towards sweet and salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The portion is considered 'just right' - neither too small or too large. None of that matters, though. One taste of the curry and you know that, no matter how big the portion is, you'll be craving for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8P2HTMbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/dhdd2j8Yg3g/s1600-h/Photo0088.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Scn8P2HTMbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/dhdd2j8Yg3g/s320/Photo0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317058184241951154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrew's "Special-C". Chicken with rice and potatoes and salad. Inferior to the curry, he said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so a new eating place has been found. I'll be seeing you again soon, Mr. Samurai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2ojK1VI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Z0MGxO-Dueg/s1600-h/Photo0093.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA2ojK1VI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Z0MGxO-Dueg/s320/Photo0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317063248662156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Happy April's Fools! Hope you guys have fun pranking and/or being pranked on. We get half the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Happy Be-Early Birthday to Alvin Nichol! Really seems like there's a birthday greeting in every post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8525994465989964847?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8525994465989964847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8525994465989964847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8525994465989964847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8525994465989964847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/samurai.html' title='Samurai'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScoA23ER4NI/AAAAAAAAAzo/IoP_8IfGmDA/s72-c/Photo0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-5606062735363809899</id><published>2009-03-28T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:47:15.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Were you a part of it?&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOADIlAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UWRkeIHAt5w/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOADIlAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UWRkeIHAt5w/s320/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263217293136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your light switch is your vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our house was probably the only participating on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e in the whole neighbourhood. But we had to 'cheat' a bit. Not everything was switched off! The rice was cooking so we left the rice cooker on. Ehe~&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOPfW43I/AAAAAAAAA0A/-zE4_4xYvxg/s1600-h/Photo0128.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOPfW43I/AAAAAAAAA0A/-zE4_4xYvxg/s320/Photo0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263221438047090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;That's a battery-operated lamp. Had to make sure we were doing things right when we put the rice (and not something else) to cook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ended up spending the hour in the living room, chatting with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my housemates in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The actual effect of Earth Hour has been heavily questioned throughout the Net, and many has labeled it as nothing more than a sort of publicity stunt. Many raised doubts regarding the impact of switching off lights for just one hour. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually, if you think about it, Earth Hour will last 24 hours, as different time zones will arrive at 8.30pm at different times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5ENnx6SSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Hi9AkmVoTqM/s1600-h/Photo0126.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5ENnx6SSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Hi9AkmVoTqM/s320/Photo0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263210778446114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Their doubts have their merits, but I don't understand why they have to be so negative about it. I mean, it's not like they have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PAY&lt;/span&gt; to switch off their lights or whatever. Why do they need to shoot down a noble attempt at spreading global awareness? I believe that this Earth Hour thing's main aim was more towards spreading awareness t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;han to have any actual impact on the bleak prospect of energy shortage. And I believe that if the world can really be realized to this fact, the long-term impact is bigger than any other solution science can come up with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5ENKyZ9CI/AAAAAAAAAzw/qHlKQiGqsyo/s1600-h/Photo0124.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5ENKyZ9CI/AAAAAAAAAzw/qHlKQiGqsyo/s320/Photo0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263202995893282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's really not much point in taking pictures. Everything's dark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If nothing else, Earth Hour has achieved this fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r me: it has provided a time when we can really get together and talk. Usually, we're all too busy on our own laptops to have any extended conversation with each other. A sad fact, but such is the price of the technology that surrounds us today. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just ask Cedric or Sam about what usually happens during UGS gatherings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Only in that hour, when all the gadgets and technological 'distractions' were taken away, did we really connect with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So. Earth Hour.&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOdwrd7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zQbziG0GYvQ/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOdwrd7I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/zQbziG0GYvQ/s320/vote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318263225268795314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you vote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What did it do for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-5606062735363809899?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/5606062735363809899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=5606062735363809899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5606062735363809899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5606062735363809899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Sc5EOADIlAI/AAAAAAAAA0I/UWRkeIHAt5w/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-7107258552792448586</id><published>2009-03-27T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:01:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you tell your friend of something that happened to you recently and then he rebukes you because he thinks that you were in the wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you get pissed off because he isn't friend enough to lend you his support?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or do you feel glad that he is friend enough to say out the hard words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is your answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last time this happened to you, what was your response?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Happy Belated Birthday, Aaron Zachary! Man.. lots of March babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-7107258552792448586?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/7107258552792448586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=7107258552792448586' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7107258552792448586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7107258552792448586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8252797707588974773</id><published>2009-03-24T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:24:00.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SceqTGojS3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0fplkknbq3g/s1600-h/Photo0044.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SceqTGojS3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0fplkknbq3g/s320/Photo0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316405130309094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rendang Chicken! Tastes authentic too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not much, and we kinda cheated (because we used a recipe base instead of preparing EVERYTHING from scratch), but I feel proud of accomplishing the feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll admit, this is my SECOND attempt at it. The first attempt was seriously messed up because we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;FOLLOWED INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently, the angmo version of Rendang Chicken is really messed up. Instructions say two cans of coconut milk. But the whole thing turns out looking like anything but rendang chicken. Tastes funky too! So, attempt one FAILED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the second attempt, I put in only HALF can of coconut milk. Success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Shirley! Hope you're reading this. Told you it's nothing too big, but I'm still proud of it. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8252797707588974773?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8252797707588974773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8252797707588974773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8252797707588974773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8252797707588974773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-so-far.html' title='The Best So Far'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SceqTGojS3I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0fplkknbq3g/s72-c/Photo0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3102131510618770347</id><published>2009-03-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:19:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing On The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Graffiti in Malaysia has very little variety. Any Malaysian can tell you that the writing on the wall (literally) doesn't deviate much from the likes of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cibai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kimak kau&lt;/span&gt;. Or their equivalents in the other languages of Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of the graffiti here has ingenuity behind them!&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8bV8AUI/AAAAAAAAAyA/F-C3eD6_7_k/s1600-h/DSC01931.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8bV8AUI/AAAAAAAAAyA/F-C3eD6_7_k/s320/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315668067940565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is actually funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course, this doesn't apply to all. If you look at them in general, things aren't too different. The mentions of your (or your mother's) private parts are ever present, accompanied by "self-advertising" - names accompanied by time and places to meet, supposedly for "recreation" purposes.&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8XcibYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/sNFgcpBNW4c/s1600-h/DSC01898.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8XcibYI/AAAAAAAAAx4/sNFgcpBNW4c/s320/DSC01898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315668066894507394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys can understand this. You're standing there, doing you're thing and the writing's in front of you. So what's that "joke" in your hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAWINGS.&lt;/span&gt; Expect hand-drawn pornography and even drawings attempting to describe the shit that they just flushed down the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, why the need to share with the world the look of your shit? If your shit of the day is purple in color, by all means, spread the news. If the stuff you leave in the hole looks like alphabet soup, go ahead and scrawl a whole paragraph describing it on them toilet walls. If a brown version of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt; came out of your crack, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt; Take a picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But if you shit the exact same-o same-o like everybody else, dude, nobody gives a shit (pun intended) what your shit looks like.&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8i8rmQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5muFDEnHHpw/s1600-h/DSC01932.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8i8rmQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5muFDEnHHpw/s320/DSC01932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315668069982116098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there are the "social activity" graffiti. What's a better word to describe this kind of graffiti? They would draw a box and then write something that goes like, "Stick your boogie (tahi hidung) in the box above." The sad thing is that people actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And what's worse? The boogies change everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm back on the Internet! Oh and Happy Belated Birthday, Samantha Si! Can go get your Road Rage Licence &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sub&gt;burnoutburnoutburnout&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt; liao! I mean... Driving Licence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3102131510618770347?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3102131510618770347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3102131510618770347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3102131510618770347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3102131510618770347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/writing-on-wall.html' title='Writing On The Wall'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/ScUL8bV8AUI/AAAAAAAAAyA/F-C3eD6_7_k/s72-c/DSC01931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6501772034744022183</id><published>2009-03-13T08:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:48:00.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Of Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever since my arrival here, there have been voices and whispers reminding me of all the good food I left behind in Kuching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There have been constant reminders of delicacies that are nowhere to be found here. Delicacies like char kueh tiaw, laksa, char sio rice, kolo mee, beef noodle, the various kuih-muih, etc. There's fried rice here but angmo-made fried rice is hovering a bare milimeter above the suck-so-much-you-can't-eat-it threshold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look look! LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbZjbMWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VTb1aXGKUnE/s1600-h/DSC01906.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbZjbMWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VTb1aXGKUnE/s320/DSC01906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311542129354495650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Prawns! Egg slices! Chicken slices! Soup in a pot! What could this possibly be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's this?&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbZjpbpUMuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UDvWahBGn4U/s1600-h/DSC01907.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbZjpbpUMuI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UDvWahBGn4U/s320/DSC01907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311542373976912610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*insert angelic chorus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Laksa! Ah, the world seems a brighter place now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Much as I would like to claim it as my own cooking, I have to give credit to the genius cooking skills of Rachel Chia. And the hospitality of Jacqueline (something. I don't know her surname), for letting her house be the venue for gorging down laksa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And it tastes really authentic, too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; It's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758746/"&gt;Friday the 13th!!&lt;/a&gt; OooOooOoo~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6501772034744022183?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6501772034744022183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6501772034744022183' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6501772034744022183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6501772034744022183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-bit-of-home.html' title='A Little Bit Of Home'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbZjbMWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/VTb1aXGKUnE/s72-c/DSC01906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-5120026968830819460</id><published>2009-03-11T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:13:30.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember when you were young, you couldn't wait to grow up? The years seem to crawl by for you. You're always 'too young' for something. There's always something you wanted to do, but couldn't because of your age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is especially true when you're the youngest in the family. My brother is five years older than me and I am considered one of the youngest among my cousins. When we were younger, there would be times when they would not let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; me join their games because I am not yet a certain age. The specific age will always be 'coincidentally' one or two years older than my age at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were times when being the younger sibling automatically makes me the 3rd class citizen at home. I remember times when I wanted to go out for movies and my parents don't let me. I would say, "How come ah ko can go out and I cannot?" The answer was always the same: "He how old, you how old?" Of course, my pare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nts meant well. They didn't want me to become one of those kids who never stay home from a young age. But at that time, I couldn't wait to be eighteen - supposedly the age of true freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbdkhKTbu8I/AAAAAAAAAxw/mHV-OiE4NB0/s1600-h/candle.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbdkhKTbu8I/AAAAAAAAAxw/mHV-OiE4NB0/s320/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311824806371113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eighteen was two years ago. They say when you cross the threshold of twenty years of age, you will be dreading every birthday that comes after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, I am twenty years and a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the dread is very real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Be-Early Birthday, Jason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-5120026968830819460?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/5120026968830819460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=5120026968830819460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5120026968830819460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5120026968830819460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ticking.html' title='Ticking'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbdkhKTbu8I/AAAAAAAAAxw/mHV-OiE4NB0/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6537618704015126340</id><published>2009-03-08T21:06:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:14:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night In The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Friday night, I went to the city to meet up with Sze Howe and Poh Sim for dinner. It was supposedly a 'drama reunion' of sorts. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Long story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sze Howe suggested Il Padrino's Pizza in Northbridge, citing it to be the best pizza joint in town. I have only been in Perth for almost a month so... I don't think I have the right to argue. What would I know about the good eating places here, right? I only know Broadway Fair and Chilliz. And Golden King BBQ in Morley... Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we agreed to meet outside the restaurant at 7.30pm. Because I have limited options of buses to take, I arrived early. So I decided to walk around the city and take some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just so I can post them here and hopefully jumpstart this blog into a slightly higher level of activity. Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope, still no pictures of my housemates, Jacq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so my journey begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPFW8ZxZDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2goGOSlvSAg/s1600-h/DSC01911.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPFW8ZxZDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2goGOSlvSAg/s320/DSC01911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310805383561962546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Morley Bus Station. You can think of it as the KL Sentral of the suburb I'm staying in. From my house, I take a bus to this bus station before taking a connecting bus to wherever I wanna go. Excuse the lousy angle from which this picture was taken. There's nowhere in the station that I can take a nice picture. At least none that will earn me a broken spine from me knocking into a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One bus ride later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPG9lLk6TI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L9-dDNPwRpo/s1600-h/DSC01914.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPG9lLk6TI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L9-dDNPwRpo/s320/DSC01914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310807146854934834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;City Busport! It's nowhere near the level of KL Sentral but hey, at least it's not insanely big to the point of being impractical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPIlwLJCfI/AAAAAAAAAww/vsAt2RrNMiA/s1600-h/DSC01915.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPIlwLJCfI/AAAAAAAAAww/vsAt2RrNMiA/s320/DSC01915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310808936512293362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still got half an hour to 7.30 p.m. Half an hour seemed like a lot of time so I crossed the field outside Esplanade to take a photo of the city skyline. But the fields in Perth all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punyalah&lt;/span&gt; gigantic! By the time I'm done crossing the field (with a few failed photo snaps in between), it's already 7.15 p.m! And the restaurant is on the other side of the city. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPJh9EpXZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jJu4DcfaXX0/s1600-h/DSC01919.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPJh9EpXZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jJu4DcfaXX0/s320/DSC01919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310809970766863762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few quick snaps and I'm off!&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPKCAVbhwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3nyr0hVDUSg/s1600-h/DSC01916.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPKCAVbhwI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3nyr0hVDUSg/s320/DSC01916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310810521398380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Absence of clouds in Perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, upon reaching there, I found out that I was the first to arrive. Sze Howe's message said he'll be there in five minutes, while Poh Sim said earlier that she'll be late because she's driving all the way down from Joondalup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPLWR89lZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vXJ6NC8Y9E0/s1600-h/DSC01921.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPLWR89lZI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/vXJ6NC8Y9E0/s320/DSC01921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310811969236604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Northbridge.  Not a good place to be at night. Lots of &lt;strike&gt;strip clubs&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;adult shops&lt;/strike&gt; drunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Five minutes later, I caught Sze Howe almost walking in the wrong direction &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And then Poh Sim called, asking me for directions to the restaurant. Here's two people who have stayed in Perth for far longer than I have asking me for directions! Hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a point of note that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to bring up. Sorry guys! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so with everyone there, dinner and crap talk began! We decided to each pick one dish to be shared. I opened the menu and... saw that everything was in Italian. So I random-jabbed my finger to a pizza and called that my choice. Haha! Other than the dough being a little too tough, it turned out quite good. Poh Sim ordered focacia and Sze Howe ordered lasagna. Both of them &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;(the FOOD, not Sze Howe and Poh Sim) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tasted good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being the glutton that we are, we forgot to take photos of the food. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, we ordered a little bit too much. Couldn't finish the focacia and the pizza! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Maybe it's partly due to the medicine students talking about handling human brains and feet with gangrene and whatnot   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPVGNOVxQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/27tucoMEZ9U/s1600-h/DSC_2710.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPVGNOVxQI/AAAAAAAAAxY/27tucoMEZ9U/s320/DSC_2710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310822688205686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I am wearing striped long sleeves. Quick quick! Go buy 4D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After dinner, we decided it was still a bit too early to get back. The last bus for Morley leaves at 9.15pm but Poh Sim offered to send me back (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bestnyer&lt;/span&gt; got car) so everything's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The suggestion for gelato came up. Poh Sim immediately lighted up and I immediately regretted finishing that last piece of lasagna! Hahaha. For those who don't know, the gelato in Northbridge is the best ever. Aldrin supports this claim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, we walked Sze Howe to the train station before Poh Sim sent me home. I'll say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestnyer&lt;/span&gt; got car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6537618704015126340?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6537618704015126340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6537618704015126340' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6537618704015126340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6537618704015126340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-in-city.html' title='Night In The City'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SbPFW8ZxZDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/2goGOSlvSAg/s72-c/DSC01911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8153469696990854130</id><published>2009-02-13T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:57:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Down Under!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been a week since I started treading Perth soil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be honest. Perth has been great.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; I still love Kuching btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The first thing I noticed was the difference in the climate here. It's currently the middle of summer, and temperatures are at their highest but... Well, the Perth version of 'hot' is really different from Malaysia's version. It's hot, but one rarely sweats. I guess this is due to the dryness of the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The air in Perth is dry. When I say dry, I mean REALLY dry. Keeping oneself hydrated is essential. I've been drinking water like crazy (way more than the recommended eight glasses a day) but my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;luscious&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lips are still cracking. Currently using petroleum jelly to prevent the cracking from getting any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there's the wind. No air-cond in Swi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nburne can compare to the Perth Winds. On cooler days, the wind rattles the bones. At the beaches, the wind is strong enough to 'nudge' one to move in a certain direction. If I'm any lighter, I probably can parasail without the parachute! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I so skinny omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A lot of people have been asking me where I am staying in Perth. Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERY FAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SZWXo5bxJTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Et9smR7tuZI/s1600-h/map_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SZWXo5bxJTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Et9smR7tuZI/s320/map_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302310865166476594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It takes like an hour and a half to go from my place to university. In the mornings, I take about 15 minutes' walk to reach the nearest bus stand where I take a 10 minute bus ride to Morley Bus Station. I then take another bus to UWA, which takes about one hour. If you add in the waiting time and delays, it takes about two hours to get from my place to university. Because of this, we're really keen on moving to another place that's nearer to UWA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A big shame, really. Morley (that's the suburb we're in) is a really nice place to stay in. It's a family-oriented neighborhood and is really peaceful. There's also a shopping center nearby that has got everything one needs to buy, so shopping for supplies isn't a problem. That's one of the good things about Perth, really. The suburbs are all self-sustaining. One can live their entire lives without ever seeing Perth City. Hmm.. Come to think of it, Kwang Yang and I have not been down to the city since we moved out! Maybe only once, but that was us trying out a new bus route.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I'm going to end this post here. I'll write more next time. And hopefully with some pictures! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, Jacq. No pictures of my housemates yet. Didn't know you're so interested. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Remember, people. You don't need to wait till Valentine's Day to show your affection for someone. Every day can be Valentine's Day if you want it to be =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8153469696990854130?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8153469696990854130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8153469696990854130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8153469696990854130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8153469696990854130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-down-under.html' title='Oh! Down Under!'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SZWXo5bxJTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Et9smR7tuZI/s72-c/map_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4425117976001086723</id><published>2009-02-04T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:14:37.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jetplanes Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The year 2005 ended together with my secondary school life. The chapter on St. Thomas ended and my Swinburne life began. The closing of that chapter goes hand-in-hand with the dispersion of The Gang. We still meet up whenever we can, but things just aren't really the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone walk their own path. We all head the same way, but that doesn't mean we notice each other. Along the way, different paths may converge into a larger path. And so we meet and walk together, for a time, until the nature of the way dictates that the paths must diverge once more. We say our goodbyes, pledge to cherish the short time shared together and part ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so we are separated once more. Walking down our own paths, but now aware of each other in the parallel paths. We still see each other making the same journey. But it isn't really the same as it was when we were walking together, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends may be forever, but life goes on. And everyone move on,  going through the winds and turns of their own journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2008 ended together with my Swinburne life. My three years in Swinburne are now in pages past, to be remembered fondly in cherished memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so another chapter awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It will begin with a plane ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The bags are packed and ready. Most affairs have been settled. I THINK that I am quite prepared to head out. But... What's the feeling of having Thursday coming after today? Sad + Happy = Sappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4425117976001086723?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4425117976001086723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4425117976001086723' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4425117976001086723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4425117976001086723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/02/jetplanes-part-two.html' title='Jetplanes Part Two'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1505256969213793720</id><published>2009-01-27T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:51:32.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing Debts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First order of the day: pay off my greeting debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. All the best for your exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Happy end of exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Happy holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Happy New Year 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not blogged since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*scrolls down to check*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 31 October! Wonderful. There was laziness, there was industrial training and there was more laziness. Very plausible reasons, no? All of you have been through these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;penyakits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; before, don't deny it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a bit too long for me to summarize what has happened in the eternity of my absence. So I will leave that for another post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that will probably never appear&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year! What have you done so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my car a thorough cleaning! After many months of neglecting its well-being, I finally gave it its long awaited cleaning. The exterior has been cleaned and waxed, rims polished and the interior vacuumed and buffed. It was hard work, but it was well worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my baby now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SX3juCO63rI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TmKQhkZv3B4/s1600-h/s2000.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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SX3juCO63rI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TmKQhkZv3B4/s320/s2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295639116870508210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is a joke for those who know what car I drive. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too bad I will only be driving it for another week or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day does not bear many stories to tell. As usual, it was a day reserved for visiting family friends and relatives. However, this year we only visited five houses. Very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;suntuk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we went to Shirley's open house. She sent out a special invitation by SMS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(da-da-dum!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so there was no way we could have rejected her. What with her cute hair and our kind hearts and all. And so we went over, filled our tummies with food - including the most delicious cheese cakes I've ever tasted - and got sugar high over too much soft drinks. This would be the second time I get a sugar rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends the first day. What holds for me in the second day? I will be out visiting with some friends. I heard that there will be like... 13 houses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I better end this post here. You may have noticed that the dryness is setting in. That's not dryness, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's LAZINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Oh Rojak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. penyakits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; afflictions; diseases; plural form for penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;2. suntuk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; lacking; inadequate; local lingo for describing a poor state. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That company so ~ that they do not even have their own printing paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you realize that it's next Thursday? Kinda too fast, isn't it? After that I'm gonna have to give up all things Kuching for almost a year. I love Kuching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1505256969213793720?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1505256969213793720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1505256969213793720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1505256969213793720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1505256969213793720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2009/01/clearing-debts.html' title='Clearing Debts'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SX3juCO63rI/AAAAAAAAAvw/TmKQhkZv3B4/s72-c/s2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1874289813026867682</id><published>2008-10-31T17:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:43:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SQrhG6pOOSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/98AW5XLvsi0/s1600-h/wicked2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SQrhG6pOOSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/98AW5XLvsi0/s320/wicked2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263266623473465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll start by saying that children shouldn't read this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rest of you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; give it a read. It really is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I bought this book at Borders sometime in July. I didn't buy it because it received fantastic reviews when it was released in 1995. Heck, I didn't even know there's such a book called Wicked back in 1995. How the heck did this part of the world miss out on such a book all those years ago? I bought this out of intuition and out of curiosity after reading that mini summary on the back cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still can't stop thanking my intuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finished the book after reading it for three nights in a row. I would finish my work for the night by midnight and decided to read 'one chapter or so' before retiring for the night. ... I slept at 3am+ in those three nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is so good, I just had to find time to write this review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, let's back up a little. What's Wicked all about? Well, any kid of the 80's or the 90's will recognize the name 'Wicked Witch of the West'. The arch-nemesis of Dorothy in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz! The villain in the Land of Oz, the final boss in Dorothy's journey to return home. Remember how we used to root for Dorothy in that final battle? Yeah, me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, think about this for a moment. Do you know of any rhyme or reason for you to hate the Witch? What did she do? Who was she? We don't even know who she really is. So maybe the only reason we think of the Witch as a villain is because we were told that she is one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so Gregory Maguire chose to tell the story of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz from the other side. Here's the version of Oz that was told from the eyes of the Wicked Witch. Here's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; story of the Land of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(no spoilers, don't worry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The story opens with a prologue. Dorothy and pals (the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion) are on the Yellow Brick Road, on their way to the Emerald City. Unbeknown to them, the Wicked Witch of the West is spying on them and listening to their conversations. The gang discussed what little they have heard of the Witch. "She is the spurned lover of a married man," says one. "She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a married man," says another. Hearing these words, the Witch felt rage building up inside her. And she almost pounced on Dorothy when she saw that Dorothy's infamous ruby slippers are the same ones that belonged to her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gregory Maguire is smart. He knows that we all grew up hating the Witch. Our allegiance has always been to Dorothy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kill the Witch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; we thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And so he begins the novel by bringing up those old feelings. We start reading the novel knowing that we have hatred for the Witch. And now with these old feelings upfront, Gregory Maguire works his magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the novel begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The whole story is a wild ride through the Land of Oz. It starts with the Witch's birth, difficult childhood, school years and finally adult life. Each stage of the journey fleshes out the Witch as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; As the story progresses, we are brought to understand the hardships that she went through as we come to understand how the Witch became who she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And each step of the way, we are brought on a tour of the Land of Oz. Portrayed here isn't the sunshine world of happiness and bliss as was seen by the oh-so-naive Dorothy. Here's Oz in all its glory and shadow. Here's a world we can relate to, a fantastic and yet plausible world. A far cry from the wonderland that we grew up believing it to be. And the best part? Gregory Maguire has managed to make this darker, more mature version of Oz so compatible to the original world envisioned by L. Frank Baum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I mentioned earlier, this isn't a book for children. This book makes no pretenses about this. There's (lots of) sex, murder, infidelity and various other stuff not suitable for younger readers. The descriptions doesn't hold back either. While some may consider these elements unnecessary, I personally believe that their inclusion was vital to fully fit Maguire's painting of Oz into the image he envisioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And at the end of it all, you will finish reading the book feeling for the Witch. When you have turned the last page, think. How do you feel about the Witch now? On Page One, you despised her. What about now, at the end? I certainly felt for her. I was moved. I even said out loud, "Cibai, Dorothy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will never look at the Land of Oz the same way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1874289813026867682?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1874289813026867682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1874289813026867682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1874289813026867682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1874289813026867682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/10/simply-wicked.html' title='Simply Wicked'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SQrhG6pOOSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/98AW5XLvsi0/s72-c/wicked2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1413379292438388172</id><published>2008-09-29T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:46:27.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SODNhWNNo3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2jRhGgPASnY/s1600-h/GGness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SODNhWNNo3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2jRhGgPASnY/s320/GGness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251423138294375282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Six assignments in my to-do list. None of them barely started. First deadline in three weeks. It's going to be an interesting time from now on. Ooh enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1413379292438388172?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1413379292438388172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1413379292438388172' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1413379292438388172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1413379292438388172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/09/gg.html' title='GG'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SODNhWNNo3I/AAAAAAAAAgc/2jRhGgPASnY/s72-c/GGness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-7333285270018702875</id><published>2008-09-17T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:53:07.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Sake Of An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not logged in here for ages. And it seems that if I were to abandon it any longer, my legions of fans will burst their voice boxes clamoring for an update. And not long after that, people will start dying from lack of updates about THE Aldrin, or simply turn cannibalistic from waiting for the new post that never comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See what happens when the new semester sets in? The stress from studying gnaws away at that line that divides the sane from the insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Truth be told, there is only one reason why I abandoned my blog for such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was testing to see how badly my fans NEED me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I was busy. Really busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The current semester has been crazy so far. I am taking four subjects: Geomechanics, Fluid Mechanics, Design of Concrete Structures and Urban Water Resources. You may even notice that all four are technical studies. So excuse me a little if the updates are few and far apart this time around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and have I mentioned how much badminton I am playing these days? I average at four times a week. I'm gonna break one of my limbs someday, I'm sure of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-7333285270018702875?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/7333285270018702875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=7333285270018702875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7333285270018702875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/7333285270018702875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-sake-of-update.html' title='For The Sake Of An Update'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2103583817014518199</id><published>2008-08-07T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:03:24.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, my phone line is kind enough to allow me to connect to the Internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So here's a video. I thought that it'd only be fitting to post such a video at the start of a new semester, when we will once again venture into hellish days of assignments, presentations, bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLpjrHzgSRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLpjrHzgSRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2103583817014518199?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2103583817014518199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2103583817014518199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2103583817014518199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2103583817014518199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/08/snips.html' title='Snips'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-5104100399324241848</id><published>2008-07-20T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jetplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once, there was 'us'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A little more than two and a half years ago, I was sixteen, student, fifth-former and thought little of the years to come. Back then, there weren't many things that can make a big impact in our lives. There was SPM and there were life's little problems, but the 'us' - friends, bruthas from anotha' mutha', whatever you wanna call it - was there so everything was good.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINekD8NtKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GvfiuI9GN7Q/s1600-h/DSCN2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINekD8NtKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GvfiuI9GN7Q/s320/DSCN2507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225123966306071714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the last memories of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ravin, Simon, Alvin, Hershel, Raymond, Sze Howe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I still listed your name here although you betrayed us by moving Down Under 'cos I am a kind and forgiving soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - they were the closest. Of course, there were others: Ian, Aaron, Carlson, Anthony, Jonathan, etc. etc. These are the people with whom I have gone through thick and thin with. The club meetings, camps, spot checks, machine gun sessions in class (by teachers), break-ins into the library &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;only once actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and homework &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'downloading'&lt;/span&gt; sessions early in the mornings. We've really gone through them all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two and a half years ago, we were all together. And all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfijZt32I/AAAAAAAAAgE/5QB6j28YQNI/s1600-h/DSCN0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfijZt32I/AAAAAAAAAgE/5QB6j28YQNI/s320/DSCN0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225125039903203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But after SPM, everyone went their separate ways. Nothing to be done there. Life's like that! And now we're scattered all over. Ravin's going KL very soon. Simon and Anthony are doing Medicine in UM. Alvin's in UTM, Johor. Sze Howe has ran off to Perth and is possibly living the kangaroos right now. Aaron is on JPA scholarship and will be leaving for Europe soon. Hershel and Raymond and I are the few left in Kuching. Even I am most probably going overseas next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And so the cycle will repeat itself again. After SPM, I entered Swinburne. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Didn't get any scholarships &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There, I have made close friends, too. And, come next year, I will probably have to say my goodbyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfiY3PEHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Tq8HsC-BJes/s1600-h/DSCF7943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfiY3PEHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Tq8HsC-BJes/s320/DSCF7943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225125037074223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Freshly permed hair (the GUYS, not the GIRLS) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Annual Gathering 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After we part, will we all be able to meet again? We may promise ourselves that yes, we will certainly make time for each other once again but life isn't all that simple. From here onwards, we will go down our own paths, make choices, set commitments and the like. In the future, life will not be as carefree as it was. There will be careers, personal lives, families to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfjIsg2uI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SpTEDIg5Cqk/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINfjIsg2uI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SpTEDIg5Cqk/s320/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225125049914153698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Drama days &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- National Level Drama Competition Finals 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt; No longer will there be days when we can hang out all-day long, movie after movie in the cinema. And perhaps it won't be so easy to go Chinese New Year visiting in a group in few years time. And maybe soon I won't be able to easily confirm my attendance at the New Year's Eve party. Not even the Playstation 2 can do anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINf3T4hKzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/qcMnv1EfyYY/s1600-h/DSCF8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINf3T4hKzI/AAAAAAAAAgU/qcMnv1EfyYY/s320/DSCF8330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225125396514679602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the times won't ever be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;This post goes out to all my friends. Past, present and future. Life will be so much more of a drag if it weren't for you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm happy with my results! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; Oh and I will be leaving on a trip tomorrow morning. Will be back Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-5104100399324241848?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/5104100399324241848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=5104100399324241848' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5104100399324241848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/5104100399324241848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/07/jetplanes.html' title='Jetplanes'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SINekD8NtKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/GvfiuI9GN7Q/s72-c/DSCN2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3712603434927692734</id><published>2008-07-17T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:19.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night's movie marathon was a blast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan was for me, Ravin, Raymond, Kwang Yang and Keith to meet up to watch Hellboy 2. But after Ravin bought the tickets, Keith informed me that Eric will be joining us as well. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Next time tell me earlier la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Luckily, they still managed to get a seat for Eric! I was fearing that he would have to sit somewhere up front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and endure neck pains while the rest of us lounge at the back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After meeting up with Kwang Yang, Keith and Eric at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;McDonald's for my dinner (the others have eaten beforehand), we went to Star and met up with Ravin and Raymond. There, Kwang Yang told us that Dark Knight will be opening at 10pm last night and not tonight as was originally presumed!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A quick check with the ticket staff revealed that Dark Knight is showing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;RIGHT AFTER&lt;/span&gt; Hellboy and in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAME CINEMA. &lt;/span&gt;So what's there to stop us from watching two movies, one after the other? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So we did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Hellboy 2: The Golden Army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhEUYthI/AAAAAAAAAfc/L6AHzADLAug/s1600-h/hellboy2poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhEUYthI/AAAAAAAAAfc/L6AHzADLAug/s320/hellboy2poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223880367216834066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running time: 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The movie wasn't brilliant, but it was okay. The action scenes were quite fun to watch and the story is considered to be rather typical, as typical as fantasy yarns go. There's the long lost prince coming back for revenge, the super pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;erful ancient weapon that must never be unleashed, yada yada yada. You don't need to watch the first movie to understand the second one! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't watch the first one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ending was a bit flat. I mean, after all the action from the beginning, one would expect a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPECTACULAR&lt;/span&gt; scene at the end to wrap things up. And there was promise of that. But just as things really heated up, the director threw in a wrench and everything ground to a halt. Totally unsatisfying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhdSo8eI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IG_EDcoovX8/s1600-h/luegossasPrincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhdSo8eI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IG_EDcoovX8/s320/luegossasPrincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223880373920395746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What I do like is the art style. Hellboy 2 was directed by Guillermo del Torro, the same director of Pan's Labyrinth. Anyone who has watched Pan's Labyrinth will support my claim that this guy must be a little wrong in the head. It's hard to describe it. I mean, his vision of creatures of fantasy isn't in the least horrifying or scary of the likes of Aliens or Mimic. There's just a degree of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrongness&lt;/span&gt; in them, that little bit of morbidity in each and every one of them that conjures up images of forbiddingness. De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;spite this, there's a fascinating quality in them that makes me like them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My score:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went for a short toilet break. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;One can only hold it for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's back to Cinema 3 for The Dark Knight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zg_QUgbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aF03AEbpdeU/s1600-h/darkknight_poster_int_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zg_QUgbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/aF03AEbpdeU/s320/darkknight_poster_int_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223880365857604018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Running time: 2 hours 45 minutes (yeah, VERY long by today's standards)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What can I say? This movie is simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRILLIANT.&lt;/span&gt; First off, this is a Batman movie, from the same director who directed Batman Begins. I must say that Christopher Nolan is one visionary director. He's managed to deviate from the superhero movie template of "all-powerful good guy beating up all-powerful bad guy and oh, shall we throw in some emotional crisis just to show that the hero's human too?" And he's made this movie so relevant to the context of the modern world. In fact, this movie is so different from the other superhero movies out there that you'll be forgiven to think that you're watching Mission Impossible, with Batman in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhS4qrLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vl8hk41Xy-8/s1600-h/the-dark-knight-joker_002_1197658742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhS4qrLI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vl8hk41Xy-8/s320/the-dark-knight-joker_002_1197658742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223880371127102642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The Joker.&lt;/span&gt; He's easily the vilest, cruelest, most no holds-barred and most psychotic incarnation of the Joker yet. In the Hall of Fame For Villains, he's probably way up there with the likes of Hannibal Lecter! Kudos to the late Heath Ledger for his brilliant acting! I won't bring in any spoilers of the Joker's deeds. You just gotta watch the movie and get blown away each time one comes along.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing about the movie? It keeps you on the edge of your seat at all times. And when you think that it's all over, the bad guy's down, the chick is safe, good triumphs over evil,the movie brings in yet another twist &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(another Joker card, if you will =P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and you're back on the edge again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This movie's a masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My score: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Results will be released tomorrow! Pressure pressure. Hahaha. I'm worried about certain subjects okay... The final exams weren't exactly a breeze~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3712603434927692734?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3712603434927692734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3712603434927692734' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3712603434927692734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3712603434927692734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/07/reels.html' title='Reels'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SH7zhEUYthI/AAAAAAAAAfc/L6AHzADLAug/s72-c/hellboy2poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6795656971261196007</id><published>2008-07-10T16:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:34:22.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Updated! Click &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2008/07/09.html#update"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from an appointment with a representative of UWA. Lately, I've been making inquiries with many representatives from various Australian universities. Just wanna compare the offers of each university before I send in my applications for credit transfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So far, UWA has offered the best promises. After looking through my SPM, Foundation and Degree transcripts, she said that I may be entitled to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FULL CREDIT TRANSFER!&lt;/span&gt; That means I may not need to take any extra semesters. She even said that I probably do not even need to take IELTS test - a test I was dreading, considering my English isn't what it once was. But she said my MUET results and my GCE 'O' Level English results are probably sufficient to fulfill the language requirements so everything's daisies and lilies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, the representative said that she can't be absolutely certain of these promises, as the final word belongs to UWA's Head of Engineering Faculty. As luck would have it, this guy will be in town tomorrow! So I've arranged a meet with this dude. I'll keep my fingers crossed and hope that all these are not blank promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Compared to my previously-first-choice Uni, Uni of Adelaide, UWA seems like the choice to take. Uni Adelaide said I probably won't get full credits and would probably only get one and a half years of credits, maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm. Looks like it will be a February in Perth then. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sze Howe and Poh Sim, red carpet aa  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a name="update"&gt;[Update!]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Dr. Kamy just now. He decided to conduct a mini interview for me right then and there! No warning, no prior announcement so I could prepare myself mentally, nothing. Hahaha. Well, the good news is that he says there shouldn't be any problem for me getting full credits. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurrah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The bad news is that there's a condition. I am only entitled for full credits if my results have nothing less than a Distinction. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the extra pressure -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon was great fun. There were stutters, speed of light speeches, case line surprises and feelings of rejection for having every POI turned down. But I understand that that was probably due to the fact that the stopwatches seemed to be running too fast yesterday! -_-" But in the end, I think everyone in the room learnt a great deal about themselves and about debate. And that's the main objective of the friendly match yesterday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6795656971261196007?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6795656971261196007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6795656971261196007' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6795656971261196007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6795656971261196007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/07/09.html' title='&apos;09'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1969766778448885613</id><published>2008-07-07T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:19.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About a month ago, I started watching Avatar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wd1GFeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_8Vbo0-JTEk/s1600-h/aang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wd1GFeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_8Vbo0-JTEk/s320/aang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506230577305058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. That cartoon show on Nickelodeon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it will be tiresome and damn potong stim to watch one episode a week. That would be the case if I follow the show on TV!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! But there's the Internet. So why wait when you can... Download!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*insert maniacal laughter*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Who would have thought that Avatar is such a great show? I mean, I've read articles praising it and heard of the awards that it has bagged, but I never would have thought that it is THIS good.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's this Avatar crap? &lt;/span&gt;Well, the show is set in a universe whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;re the art of controlling the elements, called the art of bending, exists. There are four distinct groups of people: Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom, Air Nomads and Water Tribe. Each group has an affinity towards the element its name suggests. To keep the balance in the world, there exists an individual who is able to master all four elements. This individual is called the Avatar. One day, the Fire Nation decided to attack the other three nations. Conveniently, the Avatar chose to disappear at this time. 100 years into the war, the Fire Nation is on the brink of victory. It is at this time that the Avatar reappears, found hidden inside an iceberg by two Water Tribe members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the show's cartoony look and feel fool you. This is definitely NOT a show meant just for kids. The character's world is a war-torn one, filled with people bearing sad histories of losing loved ones to the war. Here is a world where kids grow up without seeing much of their parents and unfortunate fathers having to bury their sons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wrGZg-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uEBWzSUA76c/s1600-h/ozai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wrGZg-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/uEBWzSUA76c/s320/ozai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506234139542498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most notable of the characters is Zuko. He is a prince of the F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ire Nation, banished by his own father just for speaking out of turn. Initially, he seems to be a cruel, not-caring and selfish individual who would do anything to regain his honour. As the plot develops, he is revealed to be a confused teenager who just wants to gain the attention of his father and an individual torn between his loyalty to his country and doing what's right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there's Iroh, the general who was branded a coward for withdrawing from an important battle after the loss of his only son.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Avatar universe is filled with such characters. Kudos go to the writers for coming up with interesting backgrounds for the characters instead of using the generic bad guy good guy set up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wvI9ofI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LAg7oZ_jook/s1600-h/ava12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wvI9ofI/AAAAAAAAAe8/LAg7oZ_jook/s320/ava12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506235224039922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the art style! The universe draws much from Chinese art, with pagodas and outfits taken straight out of kungfu flicks and the foggy mountains so loved by Chinese artists. And if you take a look at the giant Earth Kingdom cities, you will bow down in awe at the brilliance of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wi-iohI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZpG0Fv4kSz4/s1600-h/eastern_air_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wi-iohI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ZpG0Fv4kSz4/s320/eastern_air_temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506231959101970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And looking at the names of the places and people, the show obviously caters to a Western audience. In this side of the world, we will be laughing at the redundancy of names like Senlin Forest and Heibai the Black and White Monster.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's obviously too many things to praise about this show.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to you is this: forget what everyone is saying about how the cartoon is only meant for the younger audience and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GO WATCH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday is tomorrow. Man I hope everything turns out fine! Getting a bit of the jitters. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1969766778448885613?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1969766778448885613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1969766778448885613' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1969766778448885613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1969766778448885613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/07/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SHL2wd1GFeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_8Vbo0-JTEk/s72-c/aang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-238402774430859153</id><published>2008-06-17T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:20.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thus Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... Two Months of Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I am writing this, some of my friends are in the exam room, facing Sashirekha's Engineering Mathematics 2. Hopefully, she is being Sashi the Merciful this time around. I still have nightmares of last semester's EM2, when the paper was apparently not meant for human eyes. I think we all remember the expressions in the exam room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SFdfxQftYCI/AAAAAAAAAes/jCVdvRzYI8E/s1600-h/needhelp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SFdfxQftYCI/AAAAAAAAAes/jCVdvRzYI8E/s320/needhelp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212740393550831650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something like that lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23 questions in 3 hours. That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTY-THREE&lt;/span&gt; several-pages-long questions, mind you! Don't know about you, but I think that that's a feat bordering on the edge of superhuman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, she taught me this semester, as well. Engineering Mathematics 3C. The exam wasn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EASY,&lt;/span&gt; but at least it was do-able! So I hope you guys are doing fine in that room right now =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what have I been doing since the holiday gear kicked in? First order of the day is, of course, SLEEP. It's funny - during the last few weeks to exam, I would study late nights and early mornings and can get by with just several hours of sleep. However, the moment the exams are over, three weeks' worth of lack of sleep sinks in and my body's energy tank drops well below 'Empty'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side tracking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Click Five's 'Empty'. Emo betul that lagu. But it's still strangely captivating. Maybe there's this side in all of us that yearns for periodic dosages of Emo-ness. Hmm hmm. But I wonder why MCR doesn't really have lasting fans? Maybe all their die hard fans have all committed suicide? Seriously lar. Their songs are all about deaths and drinking poison and slitting wrists. What happened to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUTTERFLIES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;FLOWERS?? &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course, there's also badminton. Who could live without badminton? But since the start of the holidays, I have only played badminton once. So many people are busy with this and that that it's hard to be able to get something together. And that one day I played badminton, I find that I've all rusted up! It's funny how much effect one or two weeks of not playing can make!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lazy to rant liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;More next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I'll be leaving for Miri next week. Road trip with some of the guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-238402774430859153?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/238402774430859153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=238402774430859153' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/238402774430859153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/238402774430859153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/06/thus-begins.html' title='Thus Begins...'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SFdfxQftYCI/AAAAAAAAAes/jCVdvRzYI8E/s72-c/needhelp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-845101676484657097</id><published>2008-06-08T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:20.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning! Not for those who might get sensitive about religious issues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually I don't think it's THAT bad lar, but I just don't wanna take any chances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that your eternity might be bleak if...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You only go to church when you want to ask for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You purposely wake up late because you want to reach church the exact moment the sermon ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're thinking about breakfast during intercession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're busy SMS-ing during the Bible readings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;70% of the time, you're making jokes on religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You sincerely hope with all your heart that God has a sense of humor. Because if He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; doesn't, then 70% of your jokes is going to get you into one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(literally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two minutes after church service, you make jokes on religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two minutes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;INTO&lt;/span&gt; church service, you make jokes on religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On his way to the podium for his sermon, the priest makes the sign of the cross when he walks by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;During sermon, the priest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; looks in your general direction whenever he says words like "sinners", "repent" and "eternal damnation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You think that the highlight of church service is The Dismissal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have this constant dread during Communion for fear that the communion bread will burn your tongue right off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And you know you're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; REALLY &lt;/span&gt;screwed if...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have burn marks on your forehead, shoulders and chest. Holy water sizzles right off your skin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SEvGx2NKxMI/AAAAAAAAAek/F4RU2wl_OmM/s1600-h/1999-09-28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SEvGx2NKxMI/AAAAAAAAAek/F4RU2wl_OmM/s320/1999-09-28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209475953650746562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes out to you, buddy. You know who you are ;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best in the final exams, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-845101676484657097?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/845101676484657097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=845101676484657097' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/845101676484657097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/845101676484657097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/06/forever.html' title='The Forever'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SEvGx2NKxMI/AAAAAAAAAek/F4RU2wl_OmM/s72-c/1999-09-28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3781384681465959262</id><published>2008-05-30T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:53:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Slice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;... Just so that this blog doesn't look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt; dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every three months or so, there's this period of time that we Swinburne students like to call the Pimple Weeks. This is the time when a portion of our lives transforms into a mini hell. Bubbling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lakes of sweat&lt;/span&gt;, craggy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mountains of work&lt;/span&gt; and vast &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oceans of stress&lt;/span&gt; become the landscape of our lives while erupting &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pimplic&lt;/span&gt; volcanoes&lt;/span&gt; dot the landscape of our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pimples must be sex maniacs. Any other reason why they seem to reproduce endlessly? No matter how powerful that facial wash or pimple cream is, they KEEP. COMING. BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's around two weeks left to the Pimple Weeks. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that I will be looking forward to the end of the assignments and tests and looming final exams. But first, I will have to trudge through this steaming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*sizzle!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pile of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thingamajigs&lt;/span&gt; Swinburne calls assignments. Here's my list of things to do for the coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#1.&lt;/span&gt; Engineering Math 3C: MATLAB Workbook 2 (60% completed). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scripting program scripts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Submission date: 6 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2.&lt;/span&gt; Engineering Math 3C: Test 2 on 4 June 2008. Two chapters to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt; Combined Bending &amp;amp; Torsion Lab Report (50% completed). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck on the calculations so I couldn't proceed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Submission date: 6 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4.&lt;/span&gt; Beam Deflection Report (70% completed). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discussions and conclusion to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Submission date: 6 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#5-#11.&lt;/span&gt; Topographical Engineering. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mother of all submissions. There are 10 (TEN!) submissions for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 50% completed. Submission date: 4 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#12. &lt;/span&gt;AutoCAD Assignment 5: Commercial area and carpark drawing (0% completed). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really gotta get this one started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Submission date: 6 June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#13: &lt;/span&gt;Excel Assignment. 95% completed. Submission date: 6 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So with this long list of things-to-do, I hope that the readers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cough&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://purpledoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will see reason as to why this blog seems to be semi-lifeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The stress and tension is really getting to me. I have been in cranky mode for the past few weeks. It takes a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOT &lt;/span&gt;of willpower to keep myself from snapping. And yes, I know that sometimes I totally lose it. Sorry guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next update... &lt;strike&gt;Next year.&lt;/strike&gt; 'Soon'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3781384681465959262?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3781384681465959262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3781384681465959262' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3781384681465959262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3781384681465959262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-slice.html' title='One Slice'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1341790490455939128</id><published>2008-05-09T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:21:25.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education From Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALjJbaQcBY4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ALjJbaQcBY4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No wonder kids are getting 'smarter' by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Credits to &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://danielchong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel Chong&lt;/a&gt; for showing me this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1341790490455939128?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1341790490455939128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1341790490455939128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1341790490455939128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1341790490455939128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/05/education-from-young.html' title='Education From Young'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6425371328031050275</id><published>2008-05-03T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaming's End Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I used to play games a hell lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From after breakfast until almost bedtime, my butt will be comfortably fitted on the computer chair, leaving only for meal times and when I take a bath, etc. Twelve hours a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;day, easy. Destroy two Zerg hives in the morning, assassinate the rival Don in the afternoon, unite Asia under the Japanese banner by sundown, and level-up my Barbarian twice before bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrRuh8f3I/AAAAAAAAAec/r6MLTg-xupw/s1600-h/scr0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrRuh8f3I/AAAAAAAAAec/r6MLTg-xupw/s320/scr0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196075653626888050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gang war in Mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two or three games completed per week. Longer games might take up the whole week, or, in some cases, the better part of the following week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was many years ago, when I didn't have an Internet connection, when my comput&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;er was still on top of the technological curve, and when Homework was only the size of a small speed bump. Also, that was when CDs didn't suffer from manufacturing probl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ems like they do these days. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck you, Soulstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These days, I consider myself having too much free time if I manage four hours a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But there's another problem that I find in the present Gaming Universe. At lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;st, I am one of the only ones who sees it as a problem. The whole world seems to be enjoying it. I call it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liberatus Demandis Inflictus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyakit Minta-Terlalu-Banyak-Kebebasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It seems that gamers nowadays seem to think that the more open-ended a game is, the more fun it is. Loud is the clamor for games that never end; equally loud is the cry for games that allow for gamers to do whatever they want to do. The result? A flood of MMOs (for the uninformed, that's the acronym for Massively Multiplayer Online games) sweep through th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e games store racks. World of Warcraft, Everquest, Ragnarok Online. These are the titles t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aking the world by storm today. What's so special? "A living, breathing world for pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yers to explore!", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Be a part of the continuation of the epic of the World of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" sometimes this isn't even fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;atured, "Play with people from all over the world!", "With over &lt;insert&gt; customization options, no two players will be the same! Be unique in a unique world!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrRuh8f2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dLnVroJYeG8/s1600-h/landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrRuh8f2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dLnVroJYeG8/s320/landing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196075653626888034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;These games used to be called Evercrack due to their life-sucking properties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Blah, I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What these claims did NOT point out is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There may be a living, breathing world to explore, the world never changes unless the developers will it to. Nothing you do makes a difference (probably the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; exception is EVE Online, where the player governs the game itself). Kill a thousand goblins today and they reappear the instant you complete your quest. Burn down a tree and it'll still be there tomorrow. Playing an MMO is like creating an art masterpiece on a Magnet-o-matic board. You painstakingly produce your greatest drawing on it, and then someone comes along, give the board a shake and everything gets reset to its original form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Continuation of an epic? More like doing random things (like collectin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g random trinkets, delivering random items and killing a random number of monsters) that has little or no impact on the story at all while waiting for the developers to release the nex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t patch or expansion that moves the story along. And you do it for a monthly fee. I might as well do this on my personal copy of Diablo - also finding items, delivering items and killing monsters - and read the plot updates on Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Play with people of the world"? It's more like "being in the same game with people of the world". Just because I happen to be in the supermarket at th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e time as other people doesn't mean I am grocery shopping with them! And at most times, online multiplayer experiences are crap anyway. I'm better off going singleplayer or, if I feel like I need that hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;man rival fix, go on LAN. It feels much better to play with a group of friends than duking it out with strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Customization options. I just don't freaking care. I am just as unique a character when I play the singleplayer mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Think about this. With the advent of MMOs, what are we missing out on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? Rich game plots. Unique characters with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PERSONALITIES&lt;/span&gt; (looking different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;doesn't count!). Actually making a difference in the game worlds we involve ourselves in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What is the purpose of games? To be interactive movies. To allo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;w gamers to be the main characters. Games are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; about having gamers become one among millions - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to throw pebbles at an unmoving wall &lt;/span&gt;until the developers say, "it's time we let them in", just so that they can proceed inside and start throwing pebbles at yet another unmoving wall hidden just behind the first one.&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrReh8f1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/dYsjJd-ufIY/s1600-h/homeworld_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrReh8f1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/dYsjJd-ufIY/s320/homeworld_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196075649331920722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Homeworld boasts one of the most moving stories around. A question of where home is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It saddens me to see that with the current mindset gamers have, good-quality games are in the decline. Lately, developers can't seem to avoid the temptation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;appending the word 'Online' to the names of their game titles. Warhammer Online. Fallout Online. Middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Earth Online. Oh God.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; MIDDLE EARTH &lt;/span&gt;Online! Next there's gonna be Harry Potter Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrQ-h8fzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lo7oRqLrJjQ/s1600-h/demon-hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrQ-h8fzI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lo7oRqLrJjQ/s320/demon-hunter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196075640741986098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe it or not, this guy's name is 'Illidan'. He's a DEMON HUNTER. Not a SOULKEEPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My point is, games, especially MMOs, are becoming more p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ointless by the day. Games have now become a collection of tasks with no consequence. Get soaked in blood killing a horde of monsters only to have them haunt the village the very next day! How pointless is that? I miss the days when Homeworld required me to send my puny fighters in an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; all-out assault against three enemy Capital Ships bullying the defenseless installations carryi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng the last survivors of my dying race. And when I have managed to destroy the enemy bullies, I let out a breath of relief, for I know that I have saved thousands from death - and that I have made a difference.&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrROh8f0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kqzZ1Wqdflk/s1600-h/homeworld2047_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrROh8f0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/kqzZ1Wqdflk/s320/homeworld2047_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196075645036953410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A scene from Homeworld 2. Desperately saving my home planet from planetary bombardment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gone are the days when my Level 76 Assassin is the single most-feared person in the gaming world and the person most-sought after in times when a hero is needed. No. In the game worlds of today, there are hundreds more Level 76 Assassins in the "You are our only hope" category during desperate times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the game worlds of today, everyone is special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And therefore, nobody is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I have more to say. But I'll save that for another post. Counter-strike and GTA. You're not spared yet. Oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;These are the rants of a gamer. This gamer stepped into the gaming world in the days of Doom. He bases these rants on his own preferences of games. He likes games with engaging plots and interesting characters. He also likes games for the Thinking Man. Among his game picks are Homeworld, Homeworld 2, Mafia, Warcraft 3 and Starcraft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;He understands that everybody has different tastes and therefore understands that this post should not be taken too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6425371328031050275?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6425371328031050275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6425371328031050275' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6425371328031050275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6425371328031050275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/05/gamings-end-part-one.html' title='Gaming&apos;s End Part One'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/SBwrRuh8f3I/AAAAAAAAAec/r6MLTg-xupw/s72-c/scr0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8765759854696553320</id><published>2008-04-19T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:04:37.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once again, I contradict myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My previous post wrote on how I avoided last minute work by avoiding procrastination. But here I am, facing the prospect of a terribly busy and stressful next few days. There are the assignments due next week that I have not even begun, a weekend part-time job to juggle and upcoming meetings to think about. And yet I find time to sit here and have my fingers rant about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I've said to many people who asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am in deep shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I won't complain or whine, nor will I snake my way out of this. I got myself into this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;schmess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I will get myself out of it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Doesn't this prove just how hypocritical I was in the previous post? ;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is a smiley even appropriate ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Yeah, so what if this is a filler post. At least I updated ba!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;My handphone is screwed. It keeps shutting down by itself for no apparent reason. My (or rather, my bro's) laptop is showing its first death throes. Last night, my first two attempts to switch it on ended up with the laptop giving me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the finger&lt;/span&gt; in the form of the infamous &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a8/Windows_XP_BSOD.png"&gt;blue screen of death.&lt;/a&gt; Almost scared the hell out of me because all the documents related to my assignments are stored inside! Luckily, it powered up on the third attempt. I instantly made backups of all the important files!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8765759854696553320?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8765759854696553320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8765759854696553320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8765759854696553320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8765759854696553320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/04/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1016044260730258012</id><published>2008-03-29T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:25:30.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I handed in my AutoCAD assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be honest, this was the second most relaxed assignment I have ever had. The most relaxed one would be my MATLAB assignment which is due &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday, but completed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course, after going through &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/minute-miniatures-part-1.html"&gt;CEP,&lt;/a&gt; every assignment feels relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, seriously now. I think that it felt so relaxed was mainly because for once, I did not procrastinate in doing my work! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can hear the angels singing 'hallelujah' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Living at a place without TV or Internet sure have its payoffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No TV. No Internet. No buddies to chat with. What other things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Stare at the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Stare at the kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Stare at the wall behind the kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#4.-#1089.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Stare at something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;#1090.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know about you, but I'd rather be choosing option #1090.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So in the two weeks leading up to the deadline, I've been putting some time almost every night into finishing up my AutoCAD drawing. Nothing crazy like the seven-to-seven marathons that I pulled during CEP. Just one or two hours a night and I find that, hey! I actually have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;time to spare!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The last minute adjustment to my linetype doesn't count, Wui Jie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See, this is the way to go, guys. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder how long I can personally keep this up, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Put some time and love into your work. Do a little bit everyday and you will have a smooth journey to the end. Don't go on WLM when you're working on the computer. If the Net distracts, don't go online at all. And if you can't resist going online, you're either: 1. toast. or 2. better off living in a place without TV or Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so hypocritical.&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/94998579238143569-1016044260730258012?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1016044260730258012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1016044260730258012' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1016044260730258012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1016044260730258012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-to-go.html' title='Way To Go'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3977574009367782389</id><published>2008-03-20T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Photos are not fully uploaded yet. Check back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I don't update &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the fourth week into the semester. It is true that this semester feels different than the previous semesters.  Maybe it is the fact that we are now Second Year Students, thus getting a Senior status among the younger students? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or is it the freak showers that keep happening at the oddest of times? Perhaps it is the slight metal tinge in the Swinburne air lately? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the first math class of the semester begins by having your lecturer emphasizing to you the importance of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;FIFTEEN-PAGE FORMULA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;BOOK&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHEET&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that this semester is unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friends (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://ezekielwalkwithgod.blogspot.com/2008/03/class-starts.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://averys-bullcrap.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-morning.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) have mentioned, things are picking up quickly. Classes are in full swing, assignments are being handed out like brochure-under-the-wipers, deadlines rushing towards me like a Mat Rempit on a roadkill session and quizzes/tests are looming around every dark corner, always trying to catch me with my pants down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't remember any semesters where things get busy so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That almost happened yesterday. There was a replacement class for Engineering Math 3C yesterday, and the teacher told us beforehand that there will be a quiz at the end of the class. She told us it would be an open book test so I didn't really prepare for it. I was busy with my town planning project the night before anyways. Kinda serves me right la 'cos when I got the quiz paper, I almost couldn't do it. I had to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; attempts before I got the final answer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt; Pants down, indeed.&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65zvhobI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NO0BScNM2kk/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65zvhobI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NO0BScNM2kk/s320/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179767286245990834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When was this taken? Looks like math class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Side tracking here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You know how we used to work hard on a question to get the answer? In more advanced math (it starts at Form 4), it usually works the other way around. The final answer is given, and you have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVE&lt;/span&gt; that 'something' equals to that answer. And when your fourth attempt still churns out the wrong answer and there's five minutes left to the end of the test, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that you are six feet under a pile of shit. For those of you who have just stepped into this new world, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; learn to fear the words 'prove' and 'show'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And of course there are the other subjects to tend to. Topographical Engineering &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(fancy name for Surveying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been fun. It teaches us surveying techniques - how, in conjunction with basic trigo knowledge, basic surveying equipment can be used to produce a map of an area.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One funny thing. The lab where all the equipment is stored is equipped with state-of-the-art stuff: compression test machines, tensile test thingies, truss internal force readers, etc. However, in the entire high tech lab, there's only &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE HAMMER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesin besar pakai potong besi ada, tukul biasa sik ada??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharing one hammer between three teams is very troublesome. So we went back to our roots. Back to lessons learnt from our ancient ancients.&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65TvhoaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XnulLfgiIt0/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65TvhoaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XnulLfgiIt0/s320/DSC01394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179767277656056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Use a rock! Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Computer Aided Engineering, assignments are given out in twos. Currently, there's the housing estate planning thing, and the Matlab program to write. Special mention must go to that Matlab assignment. I made some amendments to my code yesterday, but the program did not work the way it was supposed to. I scanned all 100+ lines of code several times and after one hour plus of mata&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; juling&lt;/span&gt;-ness... I found an extra letter 'n' in it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Structural Mechanics? I've sort of neglected it since Week Two. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you realize? There's not much point to this post. I guess I am just trying to justify my not updating my blog for over a month =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65zvhocI/AAAAAAAAAds/jIZeduxps2A/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65zvhocI/AAAAAAAAAds/jIZeduxps2A/s320/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179767286245990850" 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/94998579238143569-3977574009367782389?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3977574009367782389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3977574009367782389' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3977574009367782389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3977574009367782389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/03/take.html' title='Take'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R-I65zvhobI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NO0BScNM2kk/s72-c/DSC01396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8278648531808082791</id><published>2008-02-20T13:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:22.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've made several bad night calls lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; kind of night call, you pervert. You can get those at Satok - male, female and everything else in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was talking about sleeping time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt; was on last Sunday morning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EARLY&lt;/span&gt; morning. Like 1.10am kinda early. And when it's a clash of the titans of these proportions, you can't afford to not watch it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the unspoken rule of football fan-ism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I decided to catch the game at Jalan Song. But seeing the unearthly hours of the game, I decided to find someone to teman me there. And I started messaging and issuing MSN hails. Sam said I must be kidding &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(hey, it doesn't hurt to ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Abubu said he'll confirm with me later in the night. In the end, the most unexpected person called me up and volunteered to teman me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He doesn't even watch football.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One thing lead to another and soon it was decided to have a LAN Party at the condo &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;so that was his main intention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before heading off to the game. And that becam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e the death of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Partied till 12.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Footie till 3am plus. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We trashed Arsenal 4-0. Hohohaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait why is the font so small. Let me try that again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We trashed Arsenal 4-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aah. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R7vAgYKDnVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iR2sICqXPh8/s1600-h/wenger110906_607x700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R7vAgYKDnVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iR2sICqXPh8/s320/wenger110906_607x700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168936659810753874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Arsene Wenger's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;tulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; face that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further partied till 5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to first service at 6.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Breakfast after church service till 9am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went home, washed the cars and did the chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Only managed to get my sleep at 12pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Died on the bed till 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was washing the cars, I could barely feel my joints. You know what's it like when you cross that limit of tiredness? The mind becomes a buzzing beehive, the body feels like its floating on a light breeze and every joint has a looseness in it. Every moment was an agony of being apart from that temptress of a mattress, every second was a longing for that pleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ure of making sweet love to the bolster, every thought turned towards the craving for the ecstasy of forehead-nuzzling the pillow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How come this sounds strangely erotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yea, I got through it. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My second bad call for sleeping time was Monday night. &lt;strike&gt;More like Tuesday morning.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam recommended to me &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=7169"&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/a&gt; - some Japanese drama she claims to be good. And it is. Almost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; good, actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R7vBIYKDnWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NO1nvkBYHKQ/s1600-h/12ce5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R7vBIYKDnWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NO1nvkBYHKQ/s320/12ce5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168937347005521250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kiyora (most left) is pretty to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I couldn't stop watching when I started. Slept at 4.30am Tuesday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And overslept the other day. Was supposed to teman Soon Eng to lunch the next day, but I was catatonic till he showed up at my front door. Sorry, Soon Eng! Blame Sam. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Classes start next week. I am delighted that my timetable allows me to play badminton on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Really need to polish up! Yesterday's badminton session was like a sword fight - so many clanging metal sounds. Hit the racket frame 18 out of 20 times -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8278648531808082791?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8278648531808082791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8278648531808082791' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8278648531808082791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8278648531808082791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/02/slumber-times.html' title='Slumber Times'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R7vAgYKDnVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/iR2sICqXPh8/s72-c/wenger110906_607x700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8366314712886931056</id><published>2008-02-14T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:35:50.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am now 19 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A year older, a year wiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be honest, I am not convinced about myself getting any wiser. If anything, I am kinda disappointed in myself because it has already been 19 years, and I am still stuck the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have always lived in the shadow of my brother. Yeah, I may have the nicer academic record to show, but he has always been the smarter one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Besides, public exams were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;dumbed down back in my brother's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He has always been the more talented one - sports, social skills, life skills, whatever. He's got a better grip on life, wiser, more mature and much better at handling all the dilemmas that life throws at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I may be envious of my brother, but it is a positive envy. You know? The kind that makes you want to work harder to become better than whatever it is you are jealous about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wanting to surpass someone is one thing. Actually doing it is another. In the past two years, what have I achieved? Learned a bit of guitar, improved my Mandarin to what Kwang Yang described as Primary 1 Level (although I am still only able to read two characters out of a hundred), earn a measly RM25 per weekend, graduated from Foundation and sent my English down the shortcut to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Despite that, I am still the same Aldrin: lacking confidence, openness, originality, maturity, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And some 'other' things also lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Despite me wanting to become a better person, I am still stuck in the same, bland mould. The past two years was supposed to revamp me; to bring me to new heights - to increase the stock market price, if you will. But here I am, still the same. Which kinda puts all my previous achievements to pathetic shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But I will keep working on it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Credits! &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, everyone for the wishes and greetings and presents and thoughts and belateds and actuals. Special thanks to my family, Ravindran, Raymond, Hershel, Simon, Alvin Nichol, Digi, Ms. Melinda, Ah Yieng, Keith Chong, Avery, Laura, Ben &amp;amp; Angel, Amanda Chang, Cassandra &amp;amp; Nicole, Sze Howe, Abubu, Joe, Johnson, Jacq, Eric, Samantha, Esther, Judieth, Jason, Soon Eng, and Mei Chen. Thanks for the Converse shoes, the Hush Puppies underwear, the Ibanez and glow-in-the-dark guitar picks and the 'Aldrin-on-a-string' keychain. Oh and also thanks Digi for the reload bonus! ;) If I accidentally left anyone out, sorry ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! How did you spend this year's Valentine's? I spent mine at St. Thomas Debaters' Clubs' first meeting, watching a mock sparring session. After that, played badminton with some of my mum's friends. And then became the pengacau daun ('leaf disturber') for my parents when I joined them for dinner. Kinda pathetic, isn't it? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8366314712886931056?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8366314712886931056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8366314712886931056' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8366314712886931056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8366314712886931056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/02/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6416644427285341525</id><published>2008-01-29T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:23.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance For Charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recently, Avery posted in his blog a post about&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://averys-bullcrap.blogspot.com/2008/01/project-africa.html"&gt;the situation in Africa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He calls it "Project Africa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The videos he posted there were quite informative! Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80 percent of Africa's 700 million people live on less than $2 a day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That's equivalent to around RM 6.50. So.. A bowl of kolo mee and teh-o-peng for breakfast and dinner. No lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One in three Africans are malnourished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That means that by average, every A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;frican family will have at least one (and usually more) who is prone to sickness and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nearly 30 million people in Africa are infected with HIV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Wee 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580YloszTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XythfDLkMwk/s1600-h/hunger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580YloszTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XythfDLkMwk/s320/hunger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160901295014202674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It saddens me to see that, in our modern world where kids as young as seven brandish about their brand new N95s and PDA Phones, there are still parts of the world where a child is envied by his peers to have a plastic doll, although the doll is missing a head and a leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is distressing to see that many of us take for granted of the food we savor daily - sometimes even refusing to eat when the dish doesn't meet our expectations - when many families in the world consider themselves lucky to be able to get by with dry bread and cabbage soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580YVoszSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lNBW98wHSW4/s1600-h/hunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580YVoszSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/lNBW98wHSW4/s320/hunger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160901290719235362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we whine about our hardships everyday when there are people in the world who live through days of famine and droughts and epidemics without a single complaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit that I also do all of the above. I, too, am often ignorant of the things I should be grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why the past few days, I've gone crazy about &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;Freerice.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Found out about it through Jonathan Lau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R58x7FoszRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bZ8VSt75vBY/s1600-h/468_60_FullBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 49px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R58x7FoszRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bZ8VSt75vBY/s320/468_60_FullBanner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160898589184806162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's Freerice.com all about? Well, it's a charity website that spends all of its profits in donating rice and contributing towards the global effort of alleviating world hunger. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;works like this. There is a word game there for visitors, and for every correct answer that a visitor gets, advertisers will pay Freerice.com, and the money in turn is used to purchase the rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, for the past few days, I've been playing the word game like mad. Because I want to help out the world too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people! It's 20 grains per correct answer - a small amount, that - but it costs nothing to play, so what have you to lose, right? You probably spend most of your waking time on the Net anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your rewards will be in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:48%;" &gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;Wee, A 2008, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Africa, &lt;/span&gt;ahah, viewed 24 January 2008, http://averys-bullcrap.blogspot.com/2008/01/project-africa.html.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580Y1oszUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/elPJ7e4V8Bw/s1600-h/hunger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580Y1oszUI/AAAAAAAAAdE/elPJ7e4V8Bw/s320/hunger3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160901299309169986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6416644427285341525?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6416644427285341525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6416644427285341525' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6416644427285341525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6416644427285341525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/01/chance-for-charity.html' title='A Chance For Charity'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R580YloszTI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XythfDLkMwk/s72-c/hunger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-6501783567176064322</id><published>2008-01-25T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:28.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cashy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;*edit!* Photos are now fully uploaded. Excuse the grainy photos, though. I had to make do with my budget camera phone. Don't even have flash or autofocus ba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a very delayed post. So delayed that I decided to condens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;erything into this summary post! I mean, everything here has already expired for two wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ks -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; what's the point of writing it like it happened yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two weeks ago, I went to KL for a vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aaah. Kuala Lumpur. Malaysia's capital city and Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sians' shoppin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tral.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I still prefer KL to Singapore. So sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way, anyone knows why it is named 'Kuala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umpur'? I mean, literally translated, the name means 'mud gulf' or something like that. Althoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h, I have to admit that the cleanliness of the place does not stray too far from its name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our trips to KL are usually all similar in terms of accommodation. For e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ase of sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;opping and transport, we usually opt to stay at Cititel Mid Valley - since it's situated on top o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;f Mid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Valley Megamall and is located right next to a KTM Station. Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wever, for t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he a little change, we chose to stay in Royale Bintang Damansara (above the Curve) this time ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ound.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMB1oszCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PMDwLB_L5lM/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMB1oszCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PMDwLB_L5lM/s320/DSC01346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660655056047138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Curve Damansara&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8VoszMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SxEqcXZsByM/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8VoszMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SxEqcXZsByM/s320/DSC01372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662759590022338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Royale Bintang Damansara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One thing that deserves a mention is the room! There are TWO bedrooms, television sets for each bedroom, a mini living area and a bathroom the size of my bedroom here in Kuching. I felt pampered! Haha!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ4Vosy9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/49DGXwo3vsc/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ4Vosy9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/49DGXwo3vsc/s320/DSC01340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159324041289190354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Note the extra doorway to the other bedroom ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our days in KL were mostly spent on shopping. I visited The Curve, Mid Valley, Pavillion, the Bukit Bintang malls, 1 Utama, the Sunway Pyramids, Times Square,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Subang Parade etc. The usual must-visit places lar. But special mention must go to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gardens.&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCVoszGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/v2aTrDnwiUg/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCVoszGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/v2aTrDnwiUg/s320/DSC01358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660663645981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the pedestrian walkway connecting The Gardens to Mid Valley Megamall is dripping with style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I must say, this place is the epitome of all things High Class. It puts the capital 'N' in Nobility. The shops sell nothing but super-branded stuff (usually tuxedos and the like) and instead of benches for tired feet, they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SOFAS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What's more, they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;touch screen panels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for directories and the toilet entrance fee is an unbelievable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;RM 5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's probably a button in the to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;ilet that, when pressed, extends a small tool that scratches the itchy spot on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6FoszHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WMwR6K6LJjQ/s1600-h/DSC01359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6FoszHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WMwR6K6LJjQ/s320/DSC01359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661621423688818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;SOFAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I grew up in small-town Kuching okay. There are no big shopping malls here, what more to say high class ones. The closest thing that comes to a KL-style mall is The Spring, and even that is puny compared to KL standards. So I guess I have the right to be sakai =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they hire people in suits to just stand around looking good. App&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arentl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y, their job is nothing other than to stop people from taking photos. You see, the place is so high class that they forbid any photography of the building. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;For security purposes, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I myself only managed two shots before they stopped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the less-rich-but-still-capable kind of person, there's always Pavilion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCFoszDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oh1etFnhWYY/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCFoszDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oh1etFnhWYY/s320/DSC01347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660659351014450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCFoszEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1ud4xzHEIpc/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCFoszEI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1ud4xzHEIpc/s320/DSC01350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660659351014466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side note. &lt;/span&gt;If any of you are planning on visiting KL, please be mindful of your possessions! My dad was the victim of a gang of pickpockets... It happened in a KTM station, and his wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;llet was gone before he even knew what hit him. Always keep a hand in your pockets and be wary of crowds that are e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;xtra pushy than normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On Awal Muharram, we met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://cloudedpawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clouded Pawn.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; That whole day, he brought us around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He took us to the newly-renovated Sunway Pyramids. Damn, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e place i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I visited the Sunway Resort Hotel next to it and felt so sakai once inside. The hotel feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; like a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We paid a visit to the Sunway Pyramid Arcade. Obviously, KL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arcades are much bigger and better than the Kuching ones. But the arcade there got something differ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ent - the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ir very own Dante. This guy plays the shooting games in such a cool way that everyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e is crowding around just to watch him. He plays dual pistols and has so many actions that it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; he's a videogame character himself. Think Devil May Cry and you got the id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ea. And his accuracy is 99%. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://cloudedpawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clouded Pawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; took us for dinner. We had the biggest pot of bak kut teh that I have ever seen.&lt;br /&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6FoszII/AAAAAAAAAbk/NoJ4_Y0OD-M/s1600-h/DSC01363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6FoszII/AAAAAAAAAbk/NoJ4_Y0OD-M/s320/DSC01363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661621423688834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Compare the claypot to the tea cup. The guy in the blue shirt is Mr. Clouded Pawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cineleisure Damansara had this life-size model of the new Proton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The cool thing about this is that the Saga started off as nothing more than a basic chassis, and then parts are slowly installed on a day-to-day basis leading up to its launch date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6VoszJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3bvuC_gPLrY/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6VoszJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3bvuC_gPLrY/s320/DSC01365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661625718656146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6VoszKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hW9oIqd2hj0/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6VoszKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/hW9oIqd2hj0/s320/DSC01366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661625718656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I managed to watch one of the part installation sessions. Nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g much lar. Everyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hing is pretty much scripted. And they even shouted "Proton Boleh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; at the end of the ses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6loszLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YfBIhbBodqI/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rM6loszLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/YfBIhbBodqI/s320/DSC01369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159661630013623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess that pretty much sums up everything. Nothing much to say because if I get into the details, it'll be seven or eight paragraphs accounting my shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; adventures. Hahaha.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5VoszBI/AAAAAAAAAas/kbr0SGGXLEQ/s1600-h/DSC01345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5VoszBI/AAAAAAAAAas/kbr0SGGXLEQ/s320/DSC01345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159324058469059602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikano Power Centre, taken from my room window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ41osy-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/WuaRIqWNNbI/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ41osy-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/WuaRIqWNNbI/s320/DSC01341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159324049879124962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven Cafe @ The Curve. Nice name ho? The best thing is that they have live performances every night. And the performers aren't too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszQI/AAAAAAAAAck/QcKVkBaAPPo/s1600-h/DSC01362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszQI/AAAAAAAAAck/QcKVkBaAPPo/s320/DSC01362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662763884989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi! @ Sakae Sushi, The Curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5Fosy_I/AAAAAAAAAac/iLTWRrxfP84/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5Fosy_I/AAAAAAAAAac/iLTWRrxfP84/s320/DSC01342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159324054174092274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Part of the corridors at The Curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5VoszAI/AAAAAAAAAak/N1DrizJ0d00/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5mZ5VoszAI/AAAAAAAAAak/N1DrizJ0d00/s320/DSC01344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159324058469059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Street @ The Curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCVoszFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/REFbL7F3v5g/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMCVoszFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/REFbL7F3v5g/s320/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159660663645981778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this shop's interior decor concept =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8VoszNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vFO8iV43G0Q/s1600-h/DSC01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8VoszNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vFO8iV43G0Q/s320/DSC01373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662759590022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Giant Monopoly-esque board game by Mix.FM @ The Curve. Check out the giant dice ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/aJt5ziwajYY/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszPI/AAAAAAAAAcc/aJt5ziwajYY/s320/DSC01377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662763884989682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying at The Curve for too long will certainly increase the tummy flab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3YY3vJxJg58/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rN8loszOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/3YY3vJxJg58/s320/DSC01375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159662763884989666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Some pasar malam event at The Street @ The Curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Cloverfield is a good show. Just watched it last Wednesday. The funny thing is that although it is a relatively new show, there aren't many people watching it! Heck, the tickets are already in the Movie Day list. Give it a watch. Just don't be disappointed with the ending, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's that time of year again when friends are going away to further their studies. Well, life goes on. Anyways, all the best in NZ, Victoria =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Be-early Birthdays to Bryan and Rachel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-6501783567176064322?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/6501783567176064322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=6501783567176064322' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6501783567176064322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/6501783567176064322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/01/cashy.html' title='Cashy'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R5rMB1oszCI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PMDwLB_L5lM/s72-c/DSC01346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8875030060172119935</id><published>2008-01-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:28.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Results were released three days ago. I think I am the last one to post this up! So sue me. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was kinda jittery about this time punya results. As was mentioned in my previous post, the effort I put into the final examination was not exactly what I would call 100% effort. Due to unforeseen circumstances, many subjects were left to the very last minute and many topics were neglected entirely. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I have every right to be a bit shaky when I woke up to the morning of the results release day. Don't get me wrong - I am not saying that I expected failures. I just had a feeling that I wouldn't be satisfied with my results when it came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A side note here.&lt;/span&gt; Cut it out with the Tall Poppy Syndrome, people. Do you know? All that talk about "Aiya, you where got need to be scared one?" gets annoying after a while. Please respect everybody's personal standards okay. Just because I am voicing my doubts doesn't mean that I wanna look good when my results turn out better than expected.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I give a remark about your result being "not bad lah" or "quite good wad" doesn't mean you have to pull a "I know lah you HD HD one" on me ba. I'm supposed to just keep quiet when you tell me your result is it? Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another side note.&lt;/span&gt; The previous two paragraphs were not directed to anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R48APinCuJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YmH9LGwSEFA/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R48APinCuJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YmH9LGwSEFA/s320/DSC01383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156340365351106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways. My results!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil Engineering Project - HD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials &amp;amp; Processes - HD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Systems - D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Math 2 - HD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH &lt;/span&gt;better than expected. And I am happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R48AbinCuKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O6mbgoFCU8w/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R48AbinCuKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/O6mbgoFCU8w/s320/DSC01380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156340571509536930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lousy camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a bit disappointed about the single D. That missing 'H' costs me my RM 1,500. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;It's a scholarship thing. &lt;/span&gt;This is the second time it's happened. Like the previous time, it was Electronics stuff that pulled me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DRATS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;But I am happy that I retained the 4.0 CGPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There were some readers enquiring about the grade I got for the 3D Models I wrote about in previous posts. Well, those models were part of the subject called Civil Engineering Project. I don't know the exact marks, but I got a High Distinction for it =) So that's 85 and above. Hope that satisfied your curiosity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8875030060172119935?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8875030060172119935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8875030060172119935' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8875030060172119935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8875030060172119935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/01/white-paper.html' title='White Paper'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R48APinCuJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YmH9LGwSEFA/s72-c/DSC01383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8450825897510222811</id><published>2008-01-13T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:47:47.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Back from KL. Damn it felt good to be there, to be able to escape from the life and troubles here for a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But that's a tale for another post. I am too tired to elaborate the 5-day trip now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And too lazy also lar.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main highlight for the time being is: results will be out on Monday! I know there's no point to worry about it now - it is already far too late - but the thought of it is not the least daunting! And Blackboard says that results will only be available after 5.30pm, adding to the suspense. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Drats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To be honest, I don't really know what to expect this time around. I didn't do especially well with any of the papers! I was not able to complete my Engineering Math paper on time, I was stumped on two or three questions in Electronic Systems and my CEP report was missing many crucial technical details. Details that I could have added in if only I had more time and a clearer mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Milk has been spilt and is soaking into the table already. No use crying over it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And Materials? Let's just say I didn't do half of the reports. And the other half that I actually did, I screwed them up. Blame it on me rushing things at the last second and not properly looking up the proper topics in books. Talk about doing things from the top of the heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, the other day I dreamt about my results for Materials. I dreamt that Dr. Ha gave me a C. I then went to find him and asked him why did I get a "C". In my dream, I even asked him, "Was it because of my reports?". &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;So cun again I asked that in my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"No, your reports were fine," came his reply. "But I saw you shopping few hours before the final exam. That's just so last minute and irresponsible. That's why I gave you a C."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't even know what to make of this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it seems that I wasn't the only one getting weird dreams. Avery dreamt that Kenny Sia gave Laura her results a week earlier. And he also dreamt that the Swinburne librarians told him that all his answers were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And he's been sending me SMSes counting down the days to the result publication day! Haha! Ah well. I guess everyone has their own fears for the day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*edit!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Here's something to cool off with while the dreaded hour ticks ever closer. Check it out! It's too cute to not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMxpYUTd66Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMxpYUTd66Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8450825897510222811?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8450825897510222811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8450825897510222811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8450825897510222811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8450825897510222811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/01/horizon.html' title='Horizon'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3322393071367909989</id><published>2008-01-07T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Shy Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest collection of Camera Shy photos is finally here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry I took so long. Lately, there has been difficulty in finding photos worthy of Camera Shy...&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPFSnCuDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HY_UeuXlrXU/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPFSnCuDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HY_UeuXlrXU/s320/DSC00942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627138490447922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Typical Kuching graffiti. This one probably has captions that read: "Perform instructions in order from left to right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An innocent-looking shop in Crowne Plaza Parkson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPOynCuEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KEqb1HyQM0s/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPOynCuEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KEqb1HyQM0s/s320/DSC01113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627301699205186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Upon closer inspection...&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPUSnCuFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/m4BRFBEyVuY/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPUSnCuFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/m4BRFBEyVuY/s320/DSC01112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627396188485714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kan-e-bo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;In Hokkien, that's "fuck his/her wife". Yeah, this must be one of those Valentine Gift Shops. Or those Over 18s Only Shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPbCnCuGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XTGnauRk-0k/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPbCnCuGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/XTGnauRk-0k/s320/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627512152602722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"My nipples feel itchy." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What do engineers learn in math class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPlinCuHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/O1pbhMArDGI/s1600-h/09092007661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPlinCuHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/O1pbhMArDGI/s320/09092007661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627692541229170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the polar curve of one of the cosine families. Hmm. Nothing suggestive here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Have a great 2008, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPzCnCuII/AAAAAAAAAZU/UaVLUtRU5Hs/s1600-h/29092007284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPzCnCuII/AAAAAAAAAZU/UaVLUtRU5Hs/s320/29092007284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152627924469463170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I will in KL from Tuesday till the coming weekend. Been wanting to go KL for a while now! So expect me to return with holey pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3322393071367909989?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3322393071367909989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3322393071367909989' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3322393071367909989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3322393071367909989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2008/07/camera-shy-part-4.html' title='Camera Shy Part 4'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R4HPFSnCuDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HY_UeuXlrXU/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-3637267663472600972</id><published>2007-12-29T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:31.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Frenzy</title><content type='html'>I'm currently enjoying my semester break. The holiday switch was turned on a month or so ago and will only revert back to 'study mode' after Chinese New Year 2008. So that gives me, what, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, three months is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rinse-and-repeat cycle of sleep eat sleep eat will surely get on my nerves after a while. So what is there for one to do during three months? Now, before you start on that four letter word that begins with 'W' and rhymes with 'perk', I've already ruled that out. No, no W*** for me this holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So far, I've gone to badminton sessions, PS2 sessions, movies and the occasional gathering. However, the one place we like to visit the most is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Cyber Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Any gamer will agree with me: gaming at home is a totally different experience from gaming in Cybers. For all the AI improvements made over the years, the human player is still irreplaceable in terms of adaptiveness and sheer unpredictability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2I9QSnCt6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Z8f3AVQxiuw/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2I9QSnCt6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Z8f3AVQxiuw/s320/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143741074493323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Harbinger of death (in games!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, there is another thing that gamers all over will agree: playing in Cybers ain't cheap! A few hours in the Cyber (which feels like a few minutes) usually leaves one cut back by several bucks! That's one or two meals' worth of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then the PC Fair came along.  There, a few of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; kakis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; agreed to chip in some money to buy this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2I9DinCt5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/nqnUAM07EL0/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2I9DinCt5I/AAAAAAAAAXc/nqnUAM07EL0/s320/DSC01330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143740855449991058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LAN hub! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;For the uninitiated, a LAN hub allows several computers to be linked together for games or any other network activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This means that we no longer need to go to the Cybers for our daily headshot cravings! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just the other day,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://kacwey.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keith,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://ezekielwalkwithgod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soon Eng&lt;/a&gt; and I had a slumber party at Keith's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Boys' style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZGoynCt_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zp4z_oXS5AY/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZGoynCt_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Zp4z_oXS5AY/s320/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149380890538981362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nails polishing,&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gossip-giggle sessions&lt;/span&gt; or whatever it is girls do during slumber parties. Just frags, &lt;strike style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;gay jokes,&lt;/strike&gt; frags and more frags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHBSnCuAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b2mQYPqwi7A/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHBSnCuAI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b2mQYPqwi7A/s320/DSC01329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381311445776386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHKynCuBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8HkXLChRJcI/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHKynCuBI/AAAAAAAAAYc/8HkXLChRJcI/s320/DSC01328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381474654533650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHSynCuCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SVSiuKvo2vY/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3ZHSynCuCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SVSiuKvo2vY/s320/DSC01326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149381612093487138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gamed till 4am. Would have gone on till later in the morning if it had not been for the fact that Soon Eng had to leave early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I foresee many more of these sessions in the near future ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; On the topic of games, I am sorta happy that I am finally on par with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;" href="http://purpledoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; in terms of Naruto! I still remember that the first time I played Naruto with her (2004!), she totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;massacred&lt;/span&gt; me. Banyak berterima kasih to sifus Jason, Lin Shen, Eric, Keith and the others ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-3637267663472600972?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/3637267663472600972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=3637267663472600972' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3637267663472600972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/3637267663472600972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-frenzy.html' title='Holiday Frenzy'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2I9QSnCt6I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Z8f3AVQxiuw/s72-c/DSC01324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-8603299708764665936</id><published>2007-12-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3CZwynCt-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cfM8w0w_BEU/s1600-h/9b6172a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3CZwynCt-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cfM8w0w_BEU/s320/9b6172a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147783437582776290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your dreams be merry and bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may all your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt; be white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Or hot and humid and tacky. Since we're in Malaysia. But that's beside the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas,&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; Happy Belated Birthday, Angeline! You were born just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; day too early ba~ =P And Happy Belated Birthday, Carlson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-8603299708764665936?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/8603299708764665936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=8603299708764665936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8603299708764665936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/8603299708764665936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-2007.html' title='Merry Christmas 2007!'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R3CZwynCt-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/cfM8w0w_BEU/s72-c/9b6172a5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1858421849497648798</id><published>2007-12-18T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:21:33.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangles</title><content type='html'>Saw this video at &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://crypticallydeluded.blogspot.com/2007/12/daft-punk-with-hands-must-see.html"&gt;Yiping's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist posting it up! Take a look at it, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that guy got his fingers tangled up or not??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1858421849497648798?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1858421849497648798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1858421849497648798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1858421849497648798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1858421849497648798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/tangles.html' title='Tangles'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2028880254352355029</id><published>2007-12-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:32.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://purpledoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; has found yet another person to draw into the growing nest of people who have read this book. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, I recently found out that almost the whole UGS gang has read it, making me one of the last ones to do so. Drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2KjrCnCt7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/5vry5NiqD7E/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2KjrCnCt7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/5vry5NiqD7E/s320/Twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143853684240857010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(or rather, the book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; has made a fan out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wonder if any of you (other than those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strike&gt;were caught in Sam's honeyed webs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; have read the book, of course) know of this book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This happens to be her debut novel, by the way.&lt;/span&gt; Those of you who have been monitoring the landscape of book releases will undoubtedly have heard of news of this novel that took the world by storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The world simply loves her take on a well-trodden plot - about a vampire in love with a human. Pretty standard stuff: pretty girl moves into a gloomy town, meets a mysterious and handsome guy, falls hopelessly in love, finds out that he loves her back, trouble begins, yada yada yada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2Kj0SnCt8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/dKkyw1ACEyM/s1600-h/ominous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2Kj0SnCt8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/dKkyw1ACEyM/s320/ominous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143853843154646978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, the story doesn't bore simply because it is written in a very wonderful style! She sets the tone just right for every plot point, leaving the reader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(me, anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; always wanting to read just one more page, one more chapter. I was so caught up in it that I couldn't stop till I've finished it! These probably aren't the right words for it, but the best description I can give for the writing style is that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'intriguingly seductive'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The novel went to the extremes of graphic descriptions, which undoubtedly induced many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'high' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moments in the readers without ever crossing into obscene territory.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the characters. Don't even get me started on the characters in the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sam would probably put it in two words: "oh gawd". And Johnson's version, "Oh man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The characters introduced in the novel are simply breathtaking. In fact, one of them was so wonderful that Sam fell in love with him. Just this morning, Sam was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;confessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; her feelings for Edward Cullen (the hero of the novel). From her side of the table, she turned towards me, eyes opened up wide, longing expression on her face. From her lips came out a slow drawl, carefully flavoring each syllable with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; hotttt~" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was extra emphasis on "hot".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so gonna get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2KkoSnCt9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/VRmzJmpzlqo/s1600-h/peppers_hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2KkoSnCt9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/VRmzJmpzlqo/s320/peppers_hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143854736507844562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways. Fan obsession aside, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;something that I did not like about the novel. The introductory part of the book was too long! It took up the first quarter of the whole book to detail Bella's slow adjustment to her new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and a whole first half of the book to reveal the fact that Edward is a vampire. Is that really necessary, when all this has already been revealed in the plot preview at the back cover of the book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This early dragging part almost turned me off. To be honest, I stopped reading for around a week after struggling to get through this rut. However, last night I picked up the book again and continued from where I left off. And I reached the good part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I couldn't stop reading after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not till I've finished the book! Which I did, at around 3am this morning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion: I'd recommend this book to anyone. Just be patient in getting through the early part of the book. Trust me, the good stuff later is well worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus, you'll be contributing to increasing Malaysians' average read of two pages a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Malaysia boleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy Birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://mochaspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cedric!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Remember what I said: just because you're now of legal age don't mean that you should exercise all of your new-found 'rights'! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2028880254352355029?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2028880254352355029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2028880254352355029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2028880254352355029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2028880254352355029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2KjrCnCt7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/5vry5NiqD7E/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-2924136114955950790</id><published>2007-12-13T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:33.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Morphin' Time!"</title><content type='html'>Let's see a show of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who here knows about the Power Rangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DWunYLq3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/rjDTVSlTULY/s1600-h/mighty_morphin_power_rangers_the_movie_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DWunYLq3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/rjDTVSlTULY/s320/mighty_morphin_power_rangers_the_movie_ver1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143346870789843826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who did not raise up your hands, you must be either too shy to admit it, or that you have a sad, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers. Who could forget them? Back when it was first shown (around 1996?), most of us were in that age when we dig shows portraying silly bad guys and super cool giant robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of heroes clad in brightly-colored latex suits jumping around shouting "Aiya!", "Hia!" and other kungfu calls whilst beating up pea-brained dummies really appealed to us. Throw in the fact that there's a huge, uber-cool, uber-strong &lt;strike&gt;and uber-slow&lt;/strike&gt; robot at the end of every episode, and the producers had our gullible minds captured and our gullible mouths salivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DW4XYLq4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1TLPIJcx8hs/s1600-h/MMPRgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DW4XYLq4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/1TLPIJcx8hs/s320/MMPRgroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143347038293568386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fact that their boss was a huge distorted holographic head and their assistant boss was a robot that goes "Ai-yai-yai-yai-yai!" and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dorayaki&lt;/span&gt; for a head.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DY7XYLq8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-a93Ki8qzho/s1600-h/Alpha5%28MightyMorphin%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DY7XYLq8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-a93Ki8qzho/s320/Alpha5%28MightyMorphin%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143349288856431554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DZEHYLq9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/e-zWFltwr5Q/s1600-h/dorayaki1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DZEHYLq9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/e-zWFltwr5Q/s320/dorayaki1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143349439180286930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the similarities? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, have you ever noticed some of the recurring things present in every episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The grey Putties (the underlings of the enemy) would always encircle the Rangers and take their turn in getting bashed up by the Rangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; The monster of the episode usually has a ranged attack that it can fire from a certain part of its body. The cue to it using that attack is for it to cover that certain part of the body with its palms before firing that energy beam of death at the Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And it's not really an energy beam of death. It just causes lots of sparks to come out of the Ranger's chest. The Ranger then flies backward while screaming "Aaah!" before getting back up few minutes later, uniform still intact and without any serious injuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the Rangers call for their Zords, the big-sized monster will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;the R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;angers finish the robot assembly process. It has never occurred to it that it can just stomp the R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;angers to a squishy death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Megazord never uses its ultimate weapon until it has been beaten to the limit. Why can't it just take out its sword in the beginning of the fight and destroy the monster? That way, the show can move on to the following week's monster. Saves time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. When it first started showing, it started a craze among the kids and headache among the kids' parents. Craze because the kids love it and headache because the kids keep urging their parents to buy the Power Rangers Action Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself used to pester my parents a lot. Whenever the family goes to a  shopping center, I would pull my mum to the Toys Section and point at the figure of the Megazord with all its detachable and transformable Zords. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It was super cool at that time okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DafHYLq-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/R29oMacj094/s1600-h/megazord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DafHYLq-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/R29oMacj094/s320/megazord.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143351002548382690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Which kid wouldn't be sucked in by this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every single time my parents would turn me down. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; It wasn't cheap, I know. But I was stupid at that time and didn't know the value of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*   *   *   *   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, my mum brought back a whole box of odds and ends given to her by my uncle. My uncle is moving house, and in the process of cleaning up, found an old box containing many of my cousins' toys. He thought that it'd be a good idea to give those toys to my mum's colleague, whose young nephew simply loves these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found in the box:&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DXcXYLq6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/dcDVvpoLRj8/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DXcXYLq6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/dcDVvpoLRj8/s320/DSC01333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143347656768859042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The original Megazord. Missing the mammoth head shield and the sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DXP3YLq5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4vvD0b6VnvE/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DXP3YLq5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/4vvD0b6VnvE/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143347442020494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dragonzord. Missing the drill tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Seeing the robot, my mum said that she wants to keep it! So, technically, my wish from many years ago came true many years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s: I've heard people tell me that God doesn't always answer prayers with a "Yes" or a "No". Sometimes the answer is a "Maybe" or a "Not yet". I guess this is kinda true for this case. So am I going to wake up at the age of 72 to find an Ibanez electric guitar beside me? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side Order:&lt;/span&gt; I just watched "The Golden Compass", disregarding the many e-mails imploring people to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; watch it, claiming it to be anti-Christianity. Well, I must say that this anti-Christianity thing is present in the movie, but the public is really playing things out of their proportions. Most people won't even notice those anti-Christianity elements to be there! In any case, the movie is still not worth the value of your money. In my opinion, it is nothing more than a movie trying to copy everyone else. There's even an "I am your father!" Star Wars moment in there. Bleh!  Not worth my RM6. Go watch "Chuck &amp;amp; Larry" instead. At least the gay jokes are really hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-2924136114955950790?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/2924136114955950790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=2924136114955950790' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2924136114955950790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/2924136114955950790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-morphin-time.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Morphin&apos; Time!&quot;'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R2DWunYLq3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/rjDTVSlTULY/s72-c/mighty_morphin_power_rangers_the_movie_ver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4251299821264647746</id><published>2007-12-04T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:38.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute Miniatures Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING! Long post ahead. Patient readers please read till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the promised Part 2 of my feature of our 3D Model! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;At least no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; you don't have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;it forever for me to update my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For Part 1,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/minute-miniatures-part-1.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me first begin by saying that the design of our Bot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anical Gard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;en was not what was originally planned. We went through many, many, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; ammendments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; original design... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;before we tore everything up and redesigned everything from scratch in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he final week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;We're not crazy. We ran into some problems at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. You read that correctly. Everything in the Botanica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - the c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;onc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ept, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e features, the layout, everything - was done on the very wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;k of our presentati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on. In fact, we conceptualized, sketched and finalized the design within &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;20 minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of the Tuesday o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;f the week (presentation was Saturday). Ok lar, 20 minutes may be exagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ting a bit. Make it 40 minutes, tops. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This last-minute work was responsible for us losing sleep for that whole week. Took us the rest of the week to complete the garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qf80eeFuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nGDQk0U_rOU/s1600-R/06112007570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qf80eeFuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/egK5E9o079c/s320/06112007570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139768204475635426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Master Soon, real name Lim Ban Hua. Not to be confused with Eric Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the whole group was gathered together at Soon's place for the final long run to presentation day. Time was short. Presentation was only several days away and the Waterfront Riverbank was still not 100% completed. Many of the structures still have their final touches to be done, landscaping was almost non-existent and there's a whole Botanical Garden to build. In addition to that, Murtaza and I (the presenters) have our slides to prepar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and presentation props to set up. If that's not bad enough, we are one member short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and morale was very low due to internal problems. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;So, Jacq, I think you can see why we were depres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;sed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; time la ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; So we had to adopt a different kind of approach to complete this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, we abandoned all other subjects for the duration of the week. No cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asses, no studying, no touching of homework. Also, all of us morphed into nocturnal being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s: sleep becomes secondary, zombie appearances becomes a norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qfi0eeFtI/AAAAAAAAATs/e8AeM4bXSRU/s1600-R/10112007672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qfi0eeFtI/AAAAAAAAATs/3lyhmh79Bnk/s320/10112007672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139767757799036626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We adopted work 'shifts'. Two of us would be asleep at any one time, while the other four works. After grabbing around two hours or so of shut eye, the two woul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d wake up and start working, while two of the workers will hit the bunk. Working hours are aro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;und the likes of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;7am-5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.o &lt;/span&gt;No kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was a terrible time. Felt like working for Ting Pek Khing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'s 24-hour airport flyover project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Work becomes more specialized. Soon became the 3D Model Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we all bow down to his prowess at modelling. The garden was split up into several min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;themed gardens and each mini garden entrusted to a member. Certain members were given s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pecifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;c tasks to do. For example, Murtaza became Mr. Landscaping a.k.a Mr. Gardener, while Aizuddin spent lots of time building tiny gazebos for the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the stuff we included in our Botanical Garden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qmr0eeFyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/p2bZgeWJAzs/s1600-R/09112007652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qmr0eeFyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/PItDHP32rcg/s320/09112007652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139775608999253794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Conservatory. Check out the water effects ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is our Conservatory Building. It's supposed to be a glass house equipped with climate control equipment to create environments suitable for plants from various parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QnBkeeFzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wdSaZPBE7rk/s1600-R/16112007747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QnBkeeFzI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1a2yH31ptzQ/s320/16112007747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139775982661408562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;This is an enlarged model of the Conservatory. You can't see it here, but Soon even built in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interiors!&lt;/span&gt; Insane guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have any shots of the interior, but it sports a thick glass floor with water flowing underneath it. Therefore, it becomes a structure with water &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt; it, water flowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of it, and water flowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QmWEeeFxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BDUxWNr-92g/s1600-R/09112007654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QmWEeeFxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3ZHMMrWo88M/s320/09112007654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139775235337099026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Notice the open space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the amphitheater. Pretty standard stuff, really. A cove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;red stage for performances, gigs, etc. Our only selling point is that it can be utilized for bigger events like the Sarawak Jazz Festival. To accommodate the crowds, we left an open space in front of it, which can also be used for private functions like wedding receptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Ql7EeeFwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/0Rujomt1leo/s1600-R/09112007651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Ql7EeeFwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dCPd0eMHBs0/s320/09112007651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139774771480631042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is our cafeteria/observation tower, named  "The Lotus".  Basically a tower with an observation deck for a roof and a glass-lined eatery on the third floor. The best thing about The Lotus is that the eatery is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;rotating,&lt;/span&gt; thus giving custome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rs a visual to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ur of the garden whilst enjoying their meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And the themed gardens? There are three: Chinese Garden, Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;den and Flower Garden. Actually, the idea of these themed gardens were formulated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ut of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;need for a quick way out. As the saying goes, too many cooks spoil the broth so we couldn't have everyone laying their hands onto one single garden, while too little doing the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;will mean tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t we can't meet the deadline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qlj0eeFvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/CmYGQ2yiC_M/s1600-R/DSC01290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qlj0eeFvI/AAAAAAAAAT8/3iy0Hi7Quu0/s320/DSC01290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139774372048672498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The garden right after painting the ground. If you look closely, you can see the platform for the Japanese Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, Soon came up with this idea of making 'platforms' for certain parts of the garden and then having one person finish up one platform. Thus, the idea of these 'platformed gardens' was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qsz0eeF0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/qx27EVHRZ4M/s1600-R/10112007673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qsz0eeF0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/zGstXpyyBS4/s320/10112007673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139782343507973954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Japanese Garden. It is layered with real white sand, for texture. The sand used here is much finer than the one I used for Fort Margherita (read Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QtL0eeF1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_GbIVbOyxhs/s1600-R/09112007656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QtL0eeF1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oUNPBt-jBQU/s320/09112007656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139782755824834386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Flower Garden. Done by Murtaza. The area around the red gazebo is a reflexology path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QtgUeeF2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/-uhjgGEwQRY/s1600-R/10112007674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QtgUeeF2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ldtH3iYJzO4/s320/10112007674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139783108012152674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese Garden. Notice the Chinese Tower and the Chinese Gazebo over the mini stream. If you look closely, you can see a stone arch bridge (like the kind in those old Chinese movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We finished all the main parts by Thursday morning. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Very quick, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However, there was still much left to do! There was the painting and the touching up and the addition of little details like lamp posts, bushes, trees, benches and other, less important buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qt1keeF3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ThHVWCB1bXE/s1600-R/10112007678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qt1keeF3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/tLJOgQnLkbc/s320/10112007678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139783473084372850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A maze. A must-have for any decent garden. Why? Er.. People just seem to love mazes, I guess ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QuT0eeF4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/Hpg1sBU5nWw/s1600-R/10112007689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QuT0eeF4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/emkHqAQ3-Lc/s320/10112007689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139783992775415682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you spot the pumping station? It is responsible for being the heart of the garden's water circulatory system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They may seem like mundane tasks, but they really take up a lot of time! Well, I guess that all of us have our attention to detail to blame. For the trees, we mass-produc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed them by sticking wads of sponges onto split toothpicks. However, we painted each tree to the d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;esired color and individually trimmed them to shape! It was the same for the bushes and lamp posts: each one was lovingly handcrafted! And if you look closely at the tiny benches, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ave even tinier &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;LEGS&lt;/span&gt; on them. Yeah, we're crazy about details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QuvEeeF5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/I4OK32Fyvps/s1600-R/09112007620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QuvEeeF5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/hXQo21vZ_aw/s320/09112007620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784460926850962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Adjusting the bushes into place. Tedious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then there's the thing about props. As our model is way too small to be shown to the whole lecture hall during the presentation, we had to find a way to let them see the details on our models. Our original solution was to build &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; model, one of the bigger scale of 1:250. However, owing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain problems,&lt;/span&gt; we had to scrap that idea. But certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; models have already been constructed to the larger scale and we were left with several big-sized models.  So an idea came up: why not build larger models for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; our major features? And so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QvRUeeF6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YA3YI_CZgsw/s1600-R/16112007755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QvRUeeF6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/tbxDIVFK5wo/s320/16112007755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785049337370530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QwAEeeF8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/mhreDSzPLSo/s1600-R/16112007751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QwAEeeF8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GcpRuwXKxJA/s320/16112007751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785852496254914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QvlkeeF7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/prntpej_sFY/s1600-R/16112007753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QvlkeeF7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/UcJ7ppPL-Ec/s320/16112007753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785397229721522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last thing we did was assembling the river itself. By then, it was already 3am Saturday morning! Presentation was only hours away and we're still slaving away at our 3D model. So anyways, how did we achieve the 'glazed' effect of our water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Very simple, really. First, we sealed off all cracks, holes and fissures w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ith candle wax. Easily done by holding a burning candle over the orifices. Then, we painted blu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to the polystyrene surface. For texture, a sponge block is recommended to be used in plac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;f a normal paintbrush. And then comes the secret recipe: Office glue and UHU glue! Layer on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THICK&lt;/span&gt; (must be thick!) layer of office glue on the surface. Immediately after that, apply UHU glue on top of the office glue layer. Spread out the UHU glue evenly. Leave to dry, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ila!&lt;/span&gt; Uber water effects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That day, I went home at around 4am and grabbed around two hours of sleep. Woke up at 6am, got dressed and went over to Soon's house to meet up with the others before leaving for Swinburne for our presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QyYUeeGCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/eU9vzj5rK-M/s1600-R/DSC07265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QyYUeeGCI/AAAAAAAAAWU/3fsIWvbRvFs/s320/DSC07265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788468131338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah~ Shiny water~ *_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So that's it about the Botanical Garden. Here are some shots of the finished m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;odel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qw_0eeF-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/liIXa3YqUZg/s1600-R/10112007716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qw_0eeF-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/CH2bCxJ14MY/s320/10112007716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139786947712915426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QyAkeeGBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MpzVVxG4Jks/s1600-R/DSC07302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QyAkeeGBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LHnK9RP14UY/s320/DSC07302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788060109445138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QwhEeeF9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/-KiFB6QdXf8/s1600-R/DSC07266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QwhEeeF9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Je_58gi9_1Q/s320/DSC07266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139786419431938002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QxrUeeGAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/l_Hj61j_cqI/s1600-R/DSC07301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QxrUeeGAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/kmWNtFt17HY/s320/DSC07301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787695037224962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QxaEeeF_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/h76ppPApQCc/s1600-R/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1QxaEeeF_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Wnv5AAAVzUg/s320/DSC01293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787398684481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lastly, I wanna mention that our model, along with models from other groups and from our seniors, will be on display during this coming Swinburne Open Day on 15 December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Be there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Previously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/minute-miniatures-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1: Waterfront Riverbank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4251299821264647746?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4251299821264647746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4251299821264647746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4251299821264647746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4251299821264647746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/minute-miniatures-part-2.html' title='Minute Miniatures Part 2'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R1Qf80eeFuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/egK5E9o079c/s72-c/06112007570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-505219628095274416</id><published>2007-12-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:25:07.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the two lives lost in the recent tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not know them personally, my condolences extend to the family and friends of the said individuals. May their souls find peace in Paradise with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sudden event is yet another reminder to us that life is short. Yet, the hustle and bustle of daily life constantly drives us to race ourselves to the finish line. Slow down, stop to smell the roses. Appreciate what is in the present, for none can be certain of what's coming in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-505219628095274416?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/505219628095274416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=505219628095274416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/505219628095274416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/505219628095274416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/12/interlude.html' title='Interlude'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1669393993946366090</id><published>2007-11-28T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:23:20.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute Miniatures Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING! Long post ahead! Patient readers please read till the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exams are over! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually it was over since last Thursday, but I was too laz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y to update. So sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I must admit, it did not go too well. Let us leave it at that. I dare not guess my results, so I think I will leave that to the day of release of the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you already know, I was involved in a semester-long project for the past 14 weeks. Although we were given 14 weeks to complete everything, we found it hard to do just that, considering that we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; other subjects to cope with and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;other problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, here's a short brief on what the project was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civil Engineering Project (that's the name of the subject lar...) students were separated into groups of six or seven, and this became our project group for the whole semester.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01tbywS2jI/AAAAAAAAATk/o9Ox4welGv8/s1600-h/10112007708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01tbywS2jI/AAAAAAAAATk/o9Ox4welGv8/s320/10112007708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137883074147834418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group Ingeniero. (L-R): Me, Myo Thaw, Johnson (team leader), Murtaza, Aizuddin, Soon (crouching) Not in picture: Stefanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the Kuching Waterfront and the riverbank opposite it. With this two huge pieces of land, we have to plan out their development, which must include a Hotel Tower, Office Tower, Shopping Mall, Basement Parking, Botanical Garden, Musical Fountain (with laser display) and a Pedestrian Bridge to link up the two riverbanks.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R007uywS2QI/AAAAAAAAARM/6dHq5daA1fM/s1600-h/09112007636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R007uywS2QI/AAAAAAAAARM/6dHq5daA1fM/s320/09112007636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137828424983959810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The map we acquired. Its actual size is about the span of my bedroom's width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLANNING&lt;/span&gt; the development, we have to write a full report which includes Architectural Concept Development, Design Considerations and Engineering Details. But that's not all! We also had to prepare the Contract Documents for at least one of the items in our construction plan, and give a presentation to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;'sell'&lt;/span&gt; our development plan to a panel of judges (which comprises of real life architects, engineers, other lecturers and seniors).&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R008NywS2RI/AAAAAAAAARU/rEQ8Pia7Us8/s1600-h/10112007707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R008NywS2RI/AAAAAAAAARU/rEQ8Pia7Us8/s320/10112007707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137828957559904530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The two main judges. The one with 'less hair' turns out to be my uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3D Model!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we were expected to construct a 3D Model of our development plan, the likes of the kind you see at Developer Roadshows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun, very little of sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now do you see why I neglected my blog? -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, we had to have a base on which all our models will sit on. But to know how big the base is, we first need to decide on the scale. After much debate, the group settled on the 1:1000 scale. This means that everything we build will be 1000 times smaller than the actual thing. Here's a better way to get a sense of the scale: the Fort Margherita is only about 20mm tall and the Khatulistiwa Cafe is about 25mm tall.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R008nCwS2SI/AAAAAAAAARc/s0D6gFyVYF0/s1600-h/10112007665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R008nCwS2SI/AAAAAAAAARc/s0D6gFyVYF0/s320/10112007665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137829391351601442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Elevation drawing of Jade Point. (L-R): Office Tower, Shopping Mall, Hotel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, given the size of the area, 1:1000 seems to be the logical logistical choice. Even at such a tiny scale, our base is 200mm x 60mm in size! The base could barely fit into my Kelisa. Later, we found out that no other groups selected a scale this small. Some of them did models at 1:500 (twice of our size) and 1:300 (more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;times of ours). Just imagine the sheer size of their models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having acquired a proper base (a piece of wood lying in my backyard), we were set to set up our terrain. I managed to get my hands on a contour map of the whole area in the proper scale. And the best part, I got it for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I heard that the others spent like RM40 just to acquire one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks mum!&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R006iiwS2OI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ExjyXU7bYBY/s1600-h/12102007370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R006iiwS2OI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ExjyXU7bYBY/s320/12102007370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137827115018934498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tracing and cutting of the contours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our terrain in this way. First, we cut out polystyrene layers to fit the shape of each contour level. Then we layered them on top of each other according to their levels. For example, the 5m contour goes on top of the 0m contour, the 10m goes on top of the 5m and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R006KiwS2NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-kKXxalSbbY/s1600-h/12102007372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R006KiwS2NI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-kKXxalSbbY/s320/12102007372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137826702702074066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the 'steps' dividing the layers looks very unnatural for a hilly terrain, so we had to find some way of smoothing out these layers. Fans of 'Art Attack!' will find out methods very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we mixed PVA glue &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(ring a bell?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with water. Then, we dipped kitchen roll in this glue mixture and then moulded the tissue mess into the terrain. It was a messy job &lt;strike&gt;and the warm, sticky, white gooey mixture started to induce 'other' thoughts in our head&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;s&lt;/strike&gt; but it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R007BCwS2PI/AAAAAAAAARE/qbTEtaIiSGo/s1600-h/17102007401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R007BCwS2PI/AAAAAAAAARE/qbTEtaIiSGo/s320/17102007401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137827639004944626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took several days for all the glue to dry, including a whole night of me doing nothing but blowing it dry with my cousin's hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the terrain has been set up, we proceeded to construct our miniatures. Due to the fact that we chose to show the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overall&lt;/span&gt; development area, we were faced with the daunting task of constructing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the existing structures of the Waterfront. If you have any idea how many structures are in the existing Waterfront, you will know how crazy this idea is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we split up the areas that have to be built. Johnson (team leader) will construct the area of the Towers, while I will do the Pedestrian Bridge and help out with the Waterfront area. Myo Thaw (a member of our group, international student from Myanmar) was supposed to take charge of the Waterfront while the others were supposed to complete the Botanical Garden area. However, due to problems later into the project, Johnson and I took charge of the whole Waterfront riverbank, while the others did the Petra Jaya side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with the Pedestrian Bridge. Compared to the others, our bridge design is the simplest.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; In fact, the designs of all our structures are the simplest compared to the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As this was my very first attempt at making models, it took me quite a while to finish just this one bridge. At first, I thought that I can finish it up in one night. I ended up spending three or four days just to prepare its basic shape!&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01AhiwS2UI/AAAAAAAAARs/8EGz_j9OqK4/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01AhiwS2UI/AAAAAAAAARs/8EGz_j9OqK4/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137833694908832066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;The bridge at its bare-bones stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01APSwS2TI/AAAAAAAAARk/O9bKoCFpbe8/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01APSwS2TI/AAAAAAAAARk/O9bKoCFpbe8/s320/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137833381376219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Our helper, Fatimah Yong. Imported all the way from Indonesia. She helped us out a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I added details on the bridge, like benches, landscaping features, shades and, my most proud achievement, the hornbill statue on top of it.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01BsSwS2WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wGbxLHzaGqQ/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01BsSwS2WI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wGbxLHzaGqQ/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137834979104053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The finished pedestrian bridge. Notice that the river hasn't been 'glazed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue consists of an obelisk with a hornbill on top of it. However, the problem is that on our scale, the hornbill is only the size of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HALF &lt;/span&gt;a grain of rice! If you leave it on the table, you can't even see it althought it is right in front of you.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01BOiwS2VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LkxaUehUPRk/s1600-h/09112007650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01BOiwS2VI/AAAAAAAAAR0/LkxaUehUPRk/s320/09112007650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137834468002945362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Can you see the hornbill? It could have been a fly and nobody would be able to tell the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Pedestrian Bridge, I moved on to constructing the Waterfront existing structures. However, as&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://thelivinghuman.blogspot.com/"&gt;a member of the opposing team&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has finished a very cute-looking Fort Margherita, I couldn't resist rising up to the challenge. So, I decided to build an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EVEN&lt;/span&gt; cuter Fort Margherita! Here's mine:&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01i_ywS2XI/AAAAAAAAASE/7qk2D_1Ti2E/s1600-h/22102007428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01i_ywS2XI/AAAAAAAAASE/7qk2D_1Ti2E/s320/22102007428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137871597995219314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tada! Nice or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all my other latter models, I constructed this one with plain thick card. The base was made of cardboard (the kind used in postcards) with sand glued on for texture. However, I must admit that the sand I used was a little bit too coarse. But it was all I had at the time. The ridges at the top of the tower were painstakingly cut out one-by-one. And all the details were drawn on and colored by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;moi. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;At such a small scale, every cut and stroke has to be precise! It's not very difficult, just time-consuming, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01jViwS2YI/AAAAAAAAASM/yWJ6yd4aeRY/s1600-h/22102007430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01jViwS2YI/AAAAAAAAASM/yWJ6yd4aeRY/s320/22102007430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137871971657374082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;See how small it is compared to a highlighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights following the completion of Fort Margherita were taken up by the construction of the other miniatures. It took me around one and a half weeks to finish up the miniatures, before we moved the whole model project to Soon's house (before that, we were doing it at Johnson's place).&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01kTSwS2ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/ANifmyjTzKI/s1600-h/25102007469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01kTSwS2ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/ANifmyjTzKI/s320/25102007469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137873032514296210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the miniatures I built. I still prefer the Fort, though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01qWiwS2dI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0Va4b9ci99s/s1600-h/07112007585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01qWiwS2dI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0Va4b9ci99s/s320/07112007585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137879685418637778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Chinese Museum. To be honest, not my personal favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing the other Waterfront structures, Johnson was busy with his own part! He had to construct the Hotel Tower, Office Tower, Shopping Mall and the Basement Carpark. We call the whole thing 'Jade Point'. Simply because the green color reminds us of jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01ouSwS2aI/AAAAAAAAASc/Y45-Ov2pHjU/s1600-h/24102007454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01ouSwS2aI/AAAAAAAAASc/Y45-Ov2pHjU/s320/24102007454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137877894417275298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took him a whole week just to finish those few structures, and another few days to finish up the Basement Carpark. He individually cut the windows for every floor and measured every dimension to perfection. For the window glass, he layered a green colored transparency over a piece of green tracing paper and then striped the transparency for texture.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01pVSwS2bI/AAAAAAAAASk/pA98eXlZE6Q/s1600-h/09112007642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01pVSwS2bI/AAAAAAAAASk/pA98eXlZE6Q/s320/09112007642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137878564432173490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you look closely, there are mini poolside tables on top of the Shopping Mall. The tiny blue thing at the lower right corner is the parking booth. Also notice the street lights detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Basement Carpark, each floor was built individually and each parking space was hand-drawn. He even built a parking booth at the entrance to the underground parking! But sayang la, we forgot the exit booth.. Will add that in when we have time!&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01p5ywS2cI/AAAAAAAAASs/pJUEEhOw2DI/s1600-h/03112007541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01p5ywS2cI/AAAAAAAAASs/pJUEEhOw2DI/s320/03112007541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137879191497398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Basement Carpark, with cutaway layers to show each floor. Jade Point is placed on top of it and is detachable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things on this side of the river are the musical fountains and a raised plaza behind the structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raised plaza was a simple raised area that is supposed to serve as an extension to the Waterfront, as well as to become the link between the existing Waterfront with the new structures. The length of the plaza is a dedicated outdoor dining area where people can relax and unwind over some drinks while enjoying the view. Built this thing in around three hours. Quite simple, as its construction methods were rather similar to the pedestrian bridge.&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/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01rViwS2fI/AAAAAAAAATE/47EWsoA38dc/s1600-h/10112007683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01rViwS2fI/AAAAAAAAATE/47EWsoA38dc/s320/10112007683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137880767750396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Raised plaza, landscaping by Cynthia (another imported helper). Notice the river effects? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the musical fountains with laser display, our group chose to renovate the existing fountains near the Waterfront Square Tower. The ring around the Square Tower is actually made up of 'screen fountains', whose purpose is to create a cylindrical water wall around the Square Tower onto which the laser show can be projected. The laser projectors are mounted on the Square Tower, which doubles as a control centre for the whole set-up. The four L-shaped fountains surrounding the Square Tower are the musical fountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01qyCwS2eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/whVt72YmDPU/s1600-h/09112007657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01qyCwS2eI/AAAAAAAAAS8/whVt72YmDPU/s320/09112007657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137880157865040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely at the fountains, there are little streams of 'water' which illustrate the fountains in operation. Aizuddin did this by hanging UHU glue on a toothpick till half-dry before moving the gelatinous glue to the fountains. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes the City Centre Riverbank part of the model. Here are some shots of the finished model of the Waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01sIiwS2gI/AAAAAAAAATM/o6ZFIR-nNCI/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01sIiwS2gI/AAAAAAAAATM/o6ZFIR-nNCI/s320/DSC01294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137881643923724802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01slSwS2hI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZNXnwJMzVB0/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01slSwS2hI/AAAAAAAAATU/ZNXnwJMzVB0/s320/DSC01295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137882137844963858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01s9SwS2iI/AAAAAAAAATc/9CW7fRQyD2o/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01s9SwS2iI/AAAAAAAAATc/9CW7fRQyD2o/s320/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137882550161824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://eat-in-or-take-away.blogspot.com/2007/12/minute-miniatures-part-2.html"&gt;Minute Miniatures Part 2: The Botanical Garden!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side order: &lt;/span&gt;The Business students may begin indulging in their freedom today. Congratulations! Meanwhile, we Engineering students have partied for almost a week already. =P Anyways, enjoy your holidays, people! As for those who are taking Summer Semester, well... Ehehe la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1669393993946366090?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669393993946366090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1669393993946366090' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1669393993946366090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1669393993946366090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/11/minute-miniatures-part-1.html' title='Minute Miniatures Part 1'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/R01tbywS2jI/AAAAAAAAATk/o9Ox4welGv8/s72-c/10112007708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-1774729747463759109</id><published>2007-11-17T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:50:23.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Run</title><content type='html'>It is the final stretch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final examinations starts Monday. Engineering Math 2 and Electronic Systems on Monday and Materials &amp;amp; Processes on Thursday. It is Saturday today. Less than two days to study. Wish me all the best, dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks was sort of hell for me. There were many, many days and nights of little sleep just to finish all the assignments. Many of us no longer slept at night; we slept in the early mornings instead. On Thursday, I started typing at 7pm and stopped at Friday morning 7am! Then I slept for two and a half hours before continuing and finishing everything at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The end result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178 Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45,031 Words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;231,556 Characters&lt;br /&gt;2475 Paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;6939 Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Longest report I've ever written! I feel so proud to be able to pull this off ba =P But from what I've heard, our group's report is the second shortest if compared to the others! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But by the time we get to school, the lecturer has already left. We called him up and he said that we can hand in on Monday afternoon. Drats! If we had known this earlier, I could have slept more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It's a wonderful life we uni students have. But I'm glad that it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post up some pictures of the outcome sometime soon. No worries, I won't be posting up shots of pages and pages of words! There are 'other things' besides thick thick reports! But you'll probably see it sooner over &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://john4god.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanna end this short update with two hilarious videos! You gotta watch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4TM3GbxaNLI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAZisTrw5FU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAZisTrw5FU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the best in your final exams, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-1774729747463759109?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/1774729747463759109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=1774729747463759109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1774729747463759109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/1774729747463759109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-run.html' title='Home Run'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-4912417725400123163</id><published>2007-09-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:45.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Shy Part 3</title><content type='html'>The continuation of my Camera Shy Mini&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;series! Ok lar, I know this is just a filler post. I don't want certain &lt;a href="http://ezekielwalkwithgod.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;a href="http://john4god.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;persons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to keep saying that this is a dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this time, there are only a few snapshots to show. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107887053189664482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLcNk4vzuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4fCNsnyeHKw/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry man. I couldn't resist =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Is it just me, or does this decoration remind me of a certain finger gesture? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;,,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some welcome hotels are giving these days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107886975880253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLcJE4vztI/AAAAAAAAAQU/__em5dU_Cjw/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People would sleep anywhere these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLcU04vzvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LQNg3e5Grhc/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107887177743716082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLcU04vzvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LQNg3e5Grhc/s320/DSC01009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keychains were originally used by people to put a distinctive mark on their belongings so other people won't mistake it for their own. However, there are still cases where things get complicated when several people use identical keychains. Apparently, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://copyeye.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; don't wanna take any chances on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107886808376528578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLb_U4vzsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zAn7WrcHQnw/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tak berat kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's the picture of the day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Underaged readers please turn away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what goes on behind the scenes when no human eyes are watching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107887280822931202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLca04vzwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lALh3QTl8lo/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behave yourselves now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94998579238143569-4912417725400123163?l=kiddymeal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/feeds/4912417725400123163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94998579238143569&amp;postID=4912417725400123163' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4912417725400123163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94998579238143569/posts/default/4912417725400123163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiddymeal.blogspot.com/2007/09/camera-shy-part-3.html' title='Camera Shy Part 3'/><author><name>saykhia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07148341387408342421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/S0niHkMfFUI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Lg1Y8ORqpOw/S220/stickme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RuLcNk4vzuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4fCNsnyeHKw/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94998579238143569.post-7309177425012390773</id><published>2007-08-31T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:51:46.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Tolerance</title><content type='html'>Finally, another update in Aldrin's seemingly lifeless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am quite surprised that there are actually people who still chat in my chatbox! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this Johnson keeps on dissing me. -_-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I went to church alone. Someone was supposed to accompany me, but that someone managed PPK me without even batting an eyelid. He even left me waiting outside his house without even a word. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Heartless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I attended church without any &lt;a href="http://averys-bullcrap.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;distractions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I managed to pay extra attention to the sermon. While the other church goers were holding open their eyelids with matchsticks and/or busy nodding off to sleep, Saykhia here listened attentively to the priest! &lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;C'mon. Give me some praise, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; To my surprise, the sermon on that day was actually quite interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING! Some religious content ahead. Proceed at your own risk&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He focused on a certain event that occured not too long ago. Apparently, a Tamil newspaper had the nerve to publish a caricature of Jesus holding a can of beer in one hand and cigarettes in the other. This publication sparked an outrage in the Christian community and led to the suspension of that newspaper for an indefinite amount of time. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Basically that means kena banned already lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This reminds us of what happened to a certain Sarawak Tribune, yea? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104859109835918994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RtgaUE4vzpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OwePSLQDNsg/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Father Aeries said that perhaps all this suspension thing is really unnecessary. He says that it is understandable for the community to rise up to challenge the motives of this caricature degrading Jesus. However, he implores us all to ask: What Would Jesus Do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Jesus' time on Earth, He was constantly humilliated by those around Him. The gospels tell of the ill treatments He received; being spat in the face, called names, beaten, and ultimately, to be condemned to death by crucifixion. And through all this, never once did He raise a fist, nor did He spell out curses. Instead, He just took them all patiently. And, while on the cross, He even prayed to God, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Forgive them, for the know not what they are doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104862627414134450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/Rtgdg04vzrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GiR0pYab_SY/s320/jesuscross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, perhaps Father Aeries is right. Perhaps we all should learn to take this to heart, and then let it go. What good would it do if that newspaper received a suspension? Nothing except that the staff will lose their jobs, and fathers will have to look for new jobs to feed the mouths at home. Is that what Jesus expects of us? Certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Divine Powers upstairs understand this. Perhaps that is why there's no lightning bolt from Heaven yonder striking and burning down that newspaper company. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There has been no such accounts anyways. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Father Aeries said that maybe Jesus saw the caricature in the newspaper &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jesus reads Tamil, you know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and thought, "so what if they draw such a cartoon of me. I have gone through worst things before!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my point is this: perhaps such things should be taken on a lighter note. Maybe there is more to faith than just pious devotion to Him. Maybe true faith means that we are able to be both religious &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; open-minded about the Powers That Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104860673204014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtXGzX--Fuw/RtgbvE4vzqI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Fcr_PK-k9mc/s320/jesusgolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rats! I thought I was in luck when it landed in the water!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is what I have always believed in anyways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING! If you are sensitive about religious issues, proceed no further. Really. Stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video I dug up from Youtube that is EXTREMELY funny. However, I must warn you that this video is not for those who can't take religion jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBZQfAYfH7s"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBZQfAYfH7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*holds breath*&lt;/
