<?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-3329376366729743288</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:34:00.680+08:00</updated><category term='Kansai Japan Foundation-2009 spring'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='My Hut'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Reco'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Japan 2010/2011'/><category term='Workaholic&apos;s Diary'/><category term='Weird...'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Uni'/><category term='Essence of LIFE'/><category term='News'/><category term='Taste Buds...'/><category term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category term='Exam blues'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>a peace of mind...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8799077737317384361</id><published>2012-02-10T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:05:20.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Came across a post on FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Other than its original motive, it had expanded overboard, besides reuniting, sharing, somehow the ones that received thousands of clicks overnight are posts filled with hatred, jealousy that leads to bitter and venomous feedbacks. It seems to attract the most attention, mostly negatives though, that protracted all over the society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Teenagers they are. I say, they do have a mind set of their own. Immature? Probably. Ugly words seem to stand out better in attention seeking. The one who started it, does she really meant all she said? Or she just did it for the sake of attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;FB does mislead. How many of those who commented knew her well? 99.9% of them are strangers probably. Many vent their anger through FB. She might be one of them. A thoughtless act that lead to endless word assault online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The thing is, who knows??? What is real, and what is not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why spread ugliness before you knew it. Why all the offensive retort when you are not in the circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;An eye for and eye, and this lead one tragedy to another. Well, different situation if its kindness. See, one kindness returns another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Keep the foul words to yourself. If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all.  &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/3329376366729743288-8799077737317384361?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8799077737317384361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8799077737317384361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8799077737317384361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8799077737317384361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2012/02/hatred.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2829498910917720410</id><published>2011-12-28T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T23:26:03.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>放下</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011年，我学会了“放下”。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;是否有过这样的经验？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;肚子很饿，面前的盘子装了块草莓蛋糕，垂手可得。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;可是你讨厌吃草莓蛋糕。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;最爱的巧克力蛋糕店离你家可远了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;营业时间又不定，千里迢迢走到那里时，白跑一趟也说不定。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;重点是，你很饿了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;面前的草莓蛋糕？还是未知数的巧克力蛋糕？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;确定了自己最想要的，就不会顾虑那么多了吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;就算是未知数，我也想兜一圈，看一看。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;就算草莓蛋糕再美味，再华丽，再价值连城&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;现在的我，已经决定停止乱抓，学会放下它，去追求我真正想要的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2829498910917720410?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2829498910917720410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2829498910917720410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2829498910917720410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也是，人生如果通通预测得到，大家想看电影一样都看得到，100岁的人生可能5分钟就走完了。无趣啊。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我常说，船到桥头自然直。可船破了，不就到不了岸了吗？哪儿来的自然直？所以，路，总是需要补，需要铺的吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个决定，一个闪失就可以左右我一生？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是，不是，该来的，就会来。我很努力的告诉自己。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;时机，成败一瞬间？到没有那么严重。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;说到底，做人，什么都少，就烦恼多。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想太多，不像我。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;奢望什么，贪恋什么；不望，不盼。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;像以往一样，到了，就会懂得伸手了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;别伸手乱抓了，去睡吧。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6281793233263725425?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6281793233263725425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6281793233263725425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6281793233263725425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6281793233263725425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='彷徨期'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2463975585914885406</id><published>2011-09-11T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:09:25.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>忘れないよ</title><content type='html'>いろいろ思い出した。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一年間は充実に過ごして、振り返って本当にいろいろあったね。。（＾o＾）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;いつか分かれ道がくる、いつか。もう、来たか??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;４階の姫君達、忘れないよ。２階の姫君達、忘れないよ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;パーティで騒いだり、CJLCビールまで響ける笑い声、温泉旅館で日本人から「お前ら、うるさいよ！」と言われるまでの思い出、忘れないよ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;キッチンで永遠に続くようなにぎやかさ、「何作ってるの？」の掛け声、授業の後「ストーブ！！ストーブ！！空いてる？？」、晩御飯後「散歩！！散歩！！」の掛け声、いまだに耳に響く。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「元気？」&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「もちろん!!!」&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「ああ。。残念。。」ーー日常挨拶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「お前、死んでくれる???死んで、部屋譲ってくれよ!!」ーーアリヤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「どいてぇぇ」－アリヤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「やめて」（ルタアクセントで）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「どんどん買わなきゃああ～～～」（もちろんルタアクセントで）－ルタ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「何よ～～」－アアフケ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「どこ行く？」&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「宝塚見に」ーアアフケ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「また？？？？」！＠＠&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「わし。。。。」ーヨウちゃん&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「いいよ～」－ヨウちゃん&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「お前。。死ねぇええ！！！」－ヨウちゃん、アリヤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「馬鹿！馬鹿！馬鹿！」（カメラに向かって-_-) ーエリ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;「xxをレイプしないでよ！！！」（壊さないで、触らないで、どいて。。）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;日本人の知らない日本語の使い方。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;こんな日本語ここしか学べないかな。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;何年経っても忘れないよ。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大好きの皆、この一年間、お世話になりました。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;どうか、元気で、自分らしいの道を歩んで行こうね。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;また、会いましょう。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-2463975585914885406?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2463975585914885406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2463975585914885406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2463975585914885406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2463975585914885406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='忘れないよ'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8687394695888887038</id><published>2011-08-17T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:57:09.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>文庫本熱中症</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have been buying a lot of books. Have been buying books as if there is no tomorrow, since i will be going back soon. Rather than planning on trips, outings, i find spending quality amount of time at Book Off equally reward-able. Its either Book Off, Yahoo Auction(plenty of new release, in cheaper price!! used of course.), and not to forget dear Amazon.Since i do not own a Credit Card, payment mode is kind of restricted for some retailers(some sellers that sell through Amazon). Which turns me to Yahoo Auction. Never thought auction can be so much fun!!&lt;div&gt;I missed a very important point. The joy of being able to read, leads me to all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, i started reading Japanese vertically, page after page reluctantly, hitting my electronic dictionary endlessly as well.  All contributes to my thesis. Imagine reading page after page, line after line of endless crap that bores me to hell.  Which at that time, I can't get a grasp of the language, nonetheless the meaning. Have to read and reread so many times that i got so fed up with my topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, But, But, after that, it was heaven. I discovered that i can read at the end!! I linger at book stores before that, but was so reluctant to pick up any books. Yes, i am just there for the atmosphere. I love MPH when i was in my primary and secondary, more than willing to spent time sitting on the floor reading, touching the glossy cover of those new expensive books, but never buying it. Why???? Expensive, and my wallet was always thin and hungry. Rather spend it on food, seriously. Which then explains my expanding body size. Lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since electronic books exist. I download. Slowly, it turned me away from books, further and further away..By the time i realized, the books i read in University was countable. Shame on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, i picked up my old hobby!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...share with you guys some books that i've read here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly recommended NO.1: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;告白　（湊　かなえ）Kokuhaku by Minato Kanae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2gzaNElzIKo/Tkuw7zNnXtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/9CpiFm1_djU/s320/kokuhaku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641797499617763026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A high school teacher's kid was found dead in the school's swimming pool. Had she drowned by accident? or was it murder on purposed. The police conclude that it was an accident. Yuuko, the mother of the dead child, as well as the class teacher of 3B, found the devastating truth. Her daughter died because of a ridiculous experimental joke. The killer sits right in her class. A and B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However A and B showed no remorse of their act. Yuuko decides to teach them a lesson of their life. Minimal amount of blood, withdrawn from her husband, who is a AIDS carrier, was injected into their daily Milk pack. Says her. The changes in their life, the reaction of B's parents or what they call バカ親, who declared that everything B does is reasonable and victimized. The overpowering guilt felt by B, on top of the parental pressure, leads to the killing of his own mother. A on the other hand, a complete genius, self-centered and arrogant, has a twisted sight of the world. After the confession from Yuuko, he endures all the tormenting events from his classmates,  kept his stand. Later part of the book revealed his thirst for motherly love, which he is willing to do anything just to win a glance from his mother whom left him when he was 7.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The structure of the story was nicely composed. Each chapter was written in a different aspect of view from the characters of the story. The movie was great, but the book is even better. But i have to say that i understand better after watching the movie. Really enjoyed reading the book, something to look forward to in my long and monotonous bus or train ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highly recommended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually leads me to reading other books from this writer. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8687394695888887038?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8687394695888887038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2338366809942285573</id><published>2011-06-04T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:33:04.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Who knows..</title><content type='html'>Unpredictable..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may have all your plans carefully planned ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who knows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Things might just end up differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-2338366809942285573?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2338366809942285573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2338366809942285573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2338366809942285573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2338366809942285573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-knows.html' title='Who knows..'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4318679323004277602</id><published>2011-05-29T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:44:51.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>感动</title><content type='html'>又是台风，又是大雨&lt;div&gt;送货人员全身湿透了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还让他来回跑了两趟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;从他的手上接过我的包裹&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;除了不停地说不好意思，还有就是深深的感动&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;谢谢哦。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一大叠漫画，我一定统统都把它看完，珍藏。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-4318679323004277602?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4318679323004277602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4318679323004277602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4318679323004277602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4318679323004277602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_1036.html' title='感动'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5462014818437319795</id><published>2011-05-29T05:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:35:18.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>慰め</title><content type='html'>暖かい言葉と優しい笑顔で。。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;明仁天皇と美智子皇后が被災地にてをさしのべた&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;天皇夫婦の存在や慰めが被災者たちの強い力になった&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;日本国民はなぜ災難を受けてもそんなに心強いにいられるなのか&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;それはみんなを支えてくれる政府や皇室があるなのでしょうか&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;復興までは時間がかかるけど、国民一心で、この日はもう遠くないと思う&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5462014818437319795?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5462014818437319795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5462014818437319795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5462014818437319795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5462014818437319795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_29.html' title='慰め'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5212130120880930789</id><published>2011-05-23T06:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T06:56:27.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>噩梦。。</title><content type='html'>考试的前一刻，&lt;div&gt;慌慌张张的看回以前的notes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;特别特别冗长的facts，还在那里想要怎样背&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;根本背不进！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;朋友们已经准备好纸笔进考场了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我还在那里跳脚&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为什么我没有准备这张??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;太有自信？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后就匆匆把notes丢一边，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;冲进考场了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后就是前半部看不懂，后半部可以猜得状况&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这样跳脚的情节，还真是久违了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;form 6 有我最狼狈不堪的回忆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;通宵（本小姐考试从不通宵）背来又背去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;整本化学课本还是80%看不懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;本人理解能力有限公司，记忆也是有限公司&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;教室里坐我前面是全班第一，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;第一的旁边坐着第二，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;坐我旁边的她总是5名以内&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可以说，围绕着我的风水位的统统都是班上的先锋&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;天天都有朋友来问这问那&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还真是热闹&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也很羡慕他们能头头是道的解释，辩解&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;虽然不是听得很懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;却很喜欢看他们为了某某方程式争得连下课也不用去了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我？当然只是在那里傻笑。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;为了考试，通宵不睡的人还真是不少&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是如果通宵可以让我明白那些乱七八糟的理论的话&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那还有价值&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就是不明白。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;进了考场，把问卷从头看到尾&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是看有那一题答不了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而是看看得懂那一题&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后就把能用的答案全部写下来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;相关的也好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不相关的也好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;全部写完&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所以，到今天还是很珍惜能一进考场&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就能从头答到尾的感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2个小时对着看不懂的问卷，真的很恐怖&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;久违的噩梦让我想起这样的一段往事&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那一年半，是我极珍贵回忆中的一部分&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-5212130120880930789?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5212130120880930789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5694832958787602869</id><published>2011-05-07T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:40:16.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>病歪歪</title><content type='html'>好久没病得那么惨了&lt;div&gt;连续病了几个星期&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;发烧，伤风，退烧，又发烧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;好了，明天又倒了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;病到一塌糊涂还要自己去烧药&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哈哈哈。。我还真的被他们他们笑掉牙了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这楼出了个每天碎碎念的的她，还有个药味很重的我，天天在那里搅那锅黑汤&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很棒的魔女家族&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;结果这次统统都没效&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;越病越重&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;病到去医院还是头一遭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可恶的医院，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;居然要收我rm200++的入门费，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这里的大医院统统都需要小医生的介绍书&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没那张纸条，不用病死你，就先贵死你&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;黄金周我上哪儿找小医生呵？？学校校医闭关放假，周边连个诊所的影都没。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;气死我。。转头丢掉那份填好的病患资料，就这样走出门外了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;出了门还真的很想哭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;眼泪要往下掉时还记得提醒自己丢脸回家才丢&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可恶的大学&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大得可怕&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;找个巴士站，差不多绕了半个地球&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;问了n个学生&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还有幸福的小孩笑嘻嘻跟我说。。。从来没搭过巴士耶&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;巴士站还分来回两不同站&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大老远从地球另一端又走回这一段&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;头都快烧得冒烟了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可恶。。早知道就搭对面的地铁回家就好了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;呜。。呜。。可恶。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;医生没见到，倒是中国朋友的药有效。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;半天下来烧退了一半了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;头脑也清醒了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想想。。不是没有钱就不要生病&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而是rm200介绍费？？不是给不起咧。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;拿了你们政府的钱，还把大半还给你们政府的医院？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;医疗费我没话说。。介绍费？？？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;话说现在不是计较金钱的时候，死了半分都拿不回我也懂&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但。。。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想，我还有力气走下去所以才酱爽快转头走人吧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;再想，大难不死必有后福&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;哈哈哈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想到就开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-5694832958787602869?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5694832958787602869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5694832958787602869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5694832958787602869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5694832958787602869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='病歪歪'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4064832745904246808</id><published>2011-04-29T07:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:15:47.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>梦</title><content type='html'>the second/third time?? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it had always started at a place near river or the sea or even at the swimming pool..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time..it started at a fisherman's house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently i am, no i wasn't alone, we were visiting a pair of old folks near the sea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it started with someone saying..the water had leveled up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the old man couldn't believe it..didn't believe it in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muttered something about 'nonsense..nonsense..not in season yet..' and he went out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i saw it...rolling and rolling into bigger waves, doubling the size as it approach shore..coming towards us. I couldn't hear anything besides the thundering of the waves. There was no dam, no fencing at all to be in its way. Before i knew it, i was on  the run. The adrenaline rush hits in, i grabbed someones hand, and fled for higher shelter. iT WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i always somehow manage to get to this higher spot, this time, it was a house. A house on a slope, just at the corner of a turning point. People looking out from the balcony, why weren't they running?? I lost my shoes in the run. So, without permission, i grabbed one off their shoe rack. The shoe rack seemed to be waiting for me. There was a pair of red sandals. Then i saw it crashed. The gigantic waves crashed just below the house. I could feel the dirt, disgusting mud water covering my toes. And i took off again, pulling whoever that came with me along, up hill, jut in time to look back and see another wave rolling, thundering over..bigger..that moment i was thinking that the house that i took my sandals from would be gone by this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running..running..running..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually heard a knock(probably from next door..thin walls)..and i jumped off my bed and ran towards the door. Normally muscles don't work that well when i just woke up..but this time i manage to get to my door at the same quick pace as if i wasn't sleeping..it was 5.45am this morning..and i manage to get back to sleep later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-4064832745904246808?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4064832745904246808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4064832745904246808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4064832745904246808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4064832745904246808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='梦'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6301473722074531566</id><published>2011-03-12T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:39:13.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>Why do people tend to blame others when things doesn't go as they wished.&lt;div&gt;Probably when you have things too much in your way that you can't stand when plans doesn't go as you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plain Stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you head is so hot, you can't think straight. Yes i understand. But when this happens too frequent, you are sick. You don't just throw your temper around people you are close with assuming they will take it all in. When will you grow up, you tell me. If you are so afraid of others pointing out your faults why not perfect yourself, polish yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all words, you should just learn to look things on the bright side. As if you need to be told. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6301473722074531566?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6301473722074531566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6301473722074531566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6301473722074531566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6301473722074531566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2011/03/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5689117083436597554</id><published>2010-11-26T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:44:19.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>有时</title><content type='html'>对人不太信任&lt;div&gt;交际手段不够高明&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;太过自以为是&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就变成现在的我&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当身边的朋友已经开始定下来&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;找到属于自己的鱼群时&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;发现我还是个lone ranger..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;跟谁都可以。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最近让我思考这个的来源：她问我，你在那里，跟哪国人最要好&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;谁都好吧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;谁都可以&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有机会给我固定&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;却给我到处绕，绕掉了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是我想要的结局&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但，但，但&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也会希望我属于某个鱼群&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不想了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把感情，义气看得很重&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;最后搞得自己很累&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这种蠢事，要心甘情愿去做才作得开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一生人，寥寥几个就够了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;勉强的下场---通常收尾都很难看&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不是封闭我自己&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而是在等另一个我甘心掏肺的知心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-5689117083436597554?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5689117083436597554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5689117083436597554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5689117083436597554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5689117083436597554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_26.html' title='有时'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-1314217660921787322</id><published>2010-10-27T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:39:57.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>想说话。。</title><content type='html'>这样的感觉持续了蛮久的&lt;div&gt;还以为渐渐的会淡忘习惯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/7全天一种语言的感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我应该会记到永远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想家到还不会，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只是想说“马来西亚”语&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;卡在中间不上不下的感觉还蛮妙的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;中文？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;你确定你说的是中文？？-正版中国人&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;英文？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;听起来好像少了点。。糖？盐？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;马来文。。省略，没人听得懂（听过）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;而且，重点是&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大家都跟你说日文&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在马来西亚应该是太习惯一天多姿多彩的3种语言&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;来到这里不自觉就觉得一种很不够。。表达？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一天里面可以就100%日文（non skype days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too used to rojak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有点窒息的感觉，喘不过气。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-1314217660921787322?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1314217660921787322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=1314217660921787322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1314217660921787322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1314217660921787322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_27.html' title='想说话。。'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3699527076569360746</id><published>2010-10-11T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:38:07.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Miracle~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;what ever you do, even if its impossible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;at least you TRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                         -me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a country like Msia, people take things too easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live a good life, with a "tidak apa" attitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, things that are 当たり前、somehow doesn't applies there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, extra efforts are needed when you need to get things done. But, at least you try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Miracles" happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/TLMSeJZboVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Pa0YJRQEOFo/s320/grin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526781476841693522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-3699527076569360746?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3699527076569360746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3699527076569360746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3699527076569360746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3699527076569360746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/10/miracle.html' title='Miracle~'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/TLMSeJZboVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Pa0YJRQEOFo/s72-c/grin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3473157555867073224</id><published>2010-10-08T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:03:01.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan 2010/2011'/><title type='text'>日本</title><content type='html'>Yes, i am here. &lt;div&gt;To a whole new, well, probably "different" place might be the right word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same place, but different mind set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first lesson that I am learning: Not to take things easily. Including myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really appreciate the fact that i actually got this chance to explore myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;～自分探し&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 year, how much difference will it make, how much of the old me will it change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am interested in knowing the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment of my life, strictly speaking, yet to have a personality of my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet to get a grasp of "me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet to make my visions clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do not know what i want at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this me at this moment, i am clear of the fact that i will not be able to move much further than i am supposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naked truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what 渡辺教授said to me during the monbusho interview session, receiving this scholarship, its just a start to everything, the key. The chart he visualized to me was sky high, and i am at the bottom line. And that is when i told him my aim. But, to think of it, is that my real aim? or is it a temporary aim, just to score the scholarship. Whichever is it, I had done it, and got what i wanted in the end. But, i do not want to disappoint him. Which i am afraid i will, if i continue the way i am at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRUSTRATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to put a stop to this whole....lost, unsure, unsecured, aimless, whatever!! status that i am at now. But, i do not know how to, besides studying hard, concentrating hard, doing everything hardcore, and end up feeling lost AGAIN. This time along with exhaustion as well. Tired and hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was reflected through my attendance during add and drop week. At first, I attended from the 1st period right up to the last period. And today, I only attended half. Things are getting worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling like a headless fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: What do I really want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-3473157555867073224?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3473157555867073224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3473157555867073224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3473157555867073224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3473157555867073224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='日本'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8320954967527096999</id><published>2010-09-08T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:20:25.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ambition= unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream= unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, even with the above condition, I am a strong believer of -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to do my best, give my best in whatever I am doing at the moment. To be stronger, to be tougher and to be prepared for whatever that awaits me in my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I am the one to choose who I will be in future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;From now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8320954967527096999?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8320954967527096999/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-1353018673407206433</id><published>2010-08-24T21:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:39:59.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>太得空</title><content type='html'>什么事都不用做时，才烦。&lt;div&gt;什么事都轮不到你来控制时，更烦。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;打从3月 面试 到8月成绩揭晓，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;足足把心脏挂在半空挂了5个月，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有点麻痹了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;从迫不及待，着急不安&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;等到。。有点反感了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;结果就变成事事都无所谓，天塌下来都无所谓的感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;。。。还真是获益良多&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;怎么处理自己乱七八糟的情绪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;怎么說服自己用平心看待结局&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在回想起来。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;已经回想不起来了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在看回去，很多细节都很模糊&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过，很深刻的是 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当初想要那份奖学金的心态&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;那种感觉到现在都很明确&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当时发生在周围的一切好像都在乱转乱飘&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;只有那个念头是沉重的，直直的&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;带着我做完一个步骤， 再做下一个&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没有任何犹豫，或是铺第二条路的想法&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但，现在到手了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很开心，倒是没有想象中那么开心&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;反而身边的人比我更兴奋&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;太平心看待了吗&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;还是心冷了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;现在却竟然会开始犹豫，恐惧倒是还没有&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不过以我的性格因该到了机场才会感觉到&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么都不用做了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;什么都不用准备了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;反而觉得不自在&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;被告知申请宿舍居然什么过程都不用&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;别人却忙得手忙脚乱&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有点怕怕咧&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;真的？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;真的？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;很没真实感&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3329376366729743288-1353018673407206433?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1353018673407206433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=1353018673407206433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1353018673407206433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1353018673407206433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='太得空'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8993854996953060985</id><published>2010-06-01T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:53:12.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>re 亲爱的</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;人很好相处&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不代表可以被你随便对待&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我不是你的男朋友/女朋友&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;没有义务绕着你的世界转&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;也没有义务包容你的全部&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“自”“私”要适可而止&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;切记有舍才有得&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;自重&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8993854996953060985?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8993854996953060985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8993854996953060985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8993854996953060985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8993854996953060985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='re 亲爱的'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2875885512229844131</id><published>2010-04-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:20:05.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>conscious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams is around the corner..and I am yet to be focus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is a MAJOR big problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I am grateful for my slow senses. They said I am "zen". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But actually not, i am just SLOW. take things too easy...too relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear seldom knock into my senses 5 min before every heart-attack event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grateful. Because this really helps during exams, presentations, interviews. Blah-blah..where everybody sweats, wringing their hands earlier on. It would b a waste of energy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i seriously need it this time, because its the fear that i need to get me going, preparing for my exams!!! Which is why i am here after..half a year?To knock myself into consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is not working well. Or in another words, I am too lazy to make my brain work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the key words are---I AM TOO LAZY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-my CGPA dropping, AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-not below 3.7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-not below 3.7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I want....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAAAY, i am off to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muakz~ love this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2875885512229844131?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2875885512229844131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2875885512229844131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2875885512229844131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2875885512229844131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2010/04/conscious.html' title='conscious'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-496226740625363045</id><published>2009-10-25T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:19:10.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansai Japan Foundation-2009 spring'/><title type='text'>Japan Osaka 3</title><content type='html'>i know...i know...it has been a long time since i updated..3-4 months..or more?&lt;br /&gt;seriously lazy to an extend...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway...since i m on my study week now, supposingly to STUDY..ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;I will end my posting on Japan first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...to cut everything short...i will just post those memorable parts..&lt;br /&gt;which..include my solo trip to----NARUTO!! （鳴門）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to decide things really really at the last minute. For this trip, i decided the night before, around 11pm?? and i left early next morning, not enough time to inform others. um, just one of mates that i informed, which i bumped into her in somewhere i forgot in the institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this place existed, just never come across my mind to visit it. And it just struck me that night that i have to go somewhere to fill my day for the next morning. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i gathered information from the internet (japanese websites for public transport are incredible ex: &lt;a href="http://www.jorudan.co.jp/"&gt;http://www.jorudan.co.jp/&lt;/a&gt; that helps u with all the train routes from all over japan..AND keep in mind that their train routes are crazy. In Mal, the most is Star- KTM/ Star-Mono, But in Japan, a single station could be open up to more than 10 routes, n u have to find your way on the right track, right train,--a track could be occupied by several trains as well. One word-Madness. Having fun finding my way out. Seriously.) and from the reception counter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the next day to Naruto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main Attraction for me to visit Naruto---is the Whirlpool (渦潮）－うずしお.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547415451657074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjSD-MY3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/NquDCVbHcJ4/s320/Picture5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547420229699698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjSVxXiHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/T8Rbip-s2e0/s320/Picture6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--first, u need to board a boat to go really near to the whirlpools. U can choose to watch from the bridge above too, but, i choose the boat. Closer.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548856878729010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRkl9tMBzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/tl6pv9CGiYY/s320/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boat..with announcers explaining on where u are heading to, what u will be seeing and so on..there was even a museum on it about whirlpools..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548860452928098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRkmLBV-mI/AAAAAAAAAgs/EqitrVKPapM/s320/Picture2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm sea..45 min ride to the centre of the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjSmP9qtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dJxjDVhVAL8/s1600-h/11042009(119).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547424652995282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjSmP9qtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dJxjDVhVAL8/s320/11042009(119).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the crazy me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548870007749282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRkmunY-qI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OBKDwZOaDJI/s320/Picture3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548849298887746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRklheA1EI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tTToCwVD_H0/s320/11042009(118).jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint swirls...not quite clear.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Swirling...swirling...swirling whirpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjTCTiiKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/q8FtyMvS5Bo/s1600-h/11042009(117).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547432184187042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjTCTiiKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/q8FtyMvS5Bo/s320/11042009(117).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a faint swirl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjS-c0ExI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nL5CqOK5SO8/s1600-h/11042009(113).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547431149343506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjS-c0ExI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nL5CqOK5SO8/s320/11042009(113).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a break in between ---the black water, and the greenish ones. according to the explanation, it mention something about a high tide rushing to a lower tide which causes the break in the middle and ofcourse the whirlpool. This attracts my attention even more than the whirlpool. The borders are seriously breathtaking..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i didnt got much luck to see a big one that day...just minor ones..not in the season yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even on the journey, which i took a bus, with only me and an old couple from Hiroshima, on a 40 passenger bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which thanks to them, explained to me alot on when is best to watch the big swirls to where to get down the bus. I m seriously clueless of where i should be going..(due to insufficient preparation) and although i did check out alternative routes, everything seem to change on the way, when i start meeting people, getting better/worse advise on which is the BEST way to reach the destination. Had been talking to countless strangers all along. Only i realise till the end of the journey that, by showing my student card i could get a 30% discount off. I paid for RM50++ for the bus fare, RM20++ fore the train fare, and RM30++ for the boat ride. For to and fro, i spend almost RM250++ solely on transportation. Yes. Transportation is very very expensive over there. U cant find a RM2 per ride Rapid Japan/tokyo/whatsoever over there. Every bus trip is at least---the cheapest: RM5-6. taxi is even worse. RM30 is expensive in Malaysia but there, they charge u RM20-25(depends on area) once u board the taxi. and later..u can immagine. I had taken a ride of RM300++by taxi there. Sponsored by my host. Luckily.AND THANKFULY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah...before i boarded the boat, i tried grill fresh scalops there..and a normal udon. Students mar..cant afford lobster. little prawn will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396548870842058370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRkmxuThoI/AAAAAAAAAg8/FmBnPuhWyBU/s320/Picture4.jpg" /&gt; Bought some seaweeds and ended my day. Miss the green tea there though..Drank it everywhere i went. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do visit Naruto if you want to experience something new and fresh. But frankly speaking there wasn't other tourist attraction over there in Naruto except for the whirpool. That was what i aimed for, and really glad that i went on my crazy plan. I was still thinking that I am out of my mind at 7am morning that day(waiting for bus). The shuttle ojisan was shocked that i want to travel soo far to another prefecture that, seldome people visit. Not quite a tourist atraction as it was really out of town. Anyway. I m glad that i went on with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A one day trip that i will remember forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not the only one. I have crazy friends(ahem...CYD..) that took night bus(9hrs ride?) to Nagano for 2 days trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think most of us went all out since we have this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRklheA1EI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tTToCwVD_H0/s1600-h/11042009(118).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-496226740625363045?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/496226740625363045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=496226740625363045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/496226740625363045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/496226740625363045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2009/10/japan-osaka-3.html' title='Japan Osaka 3'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SuRjSD-MY3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/NquDCVbHcJ4/s72-c/Picture5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-7776919949632226864</id><published>2009-06-16T20:43:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:23:54.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansai Japan Foundation-2009 spring'/><title type='text'>Japan Osaka 2</title><content type='html'>Did anyone realise the price of airplane tickets plummet like anything nowadays?? I just have this huge urge to pack my stuff and run off somewhere...IF i have money.Which i don't.&lt;div&gt;A rountrip airticket to Japan/Korea used to be at least RM4k or around that rate...but now...u can get there with less than 2k!!!! Dear Win Yang just came back frolm Korea (she's a BIG shinhwa fan--went there for their concert..), and her roundtrip fare was around RM1.8k or RM1.4k? I cant remember..But still it's less than 2k..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....since I just came back from a major trip for the year.. NO chance I can go for another..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh...I still feel like running!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Osaka ---Nanba 5th April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went there at our first weekend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situated in the city site of Osaka, packed with anime, mangga, video, electronic stores..the whole street of buildings are actually shops, with at least 2 storeys of goods mentioned above. Although I am no big fan of either manga or anime, but it was still an eye opening event..My friends practically went CRAZY...going into one after another shops that seems to be never ending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjem6vWnBBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/utw8Y24EWo0/s400/05.04.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347926610599674898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, we also got the opportunity to "explore" the X-rated sites. Well..they actually not covering up, selling those along with what you call "sensible" mangas and animes, in ROWS of shelves.. So..basically it's EVERYWHERE. Well...At least we don't see it in Mal right.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjeoSBb7ThI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JHqT7ACtOs8/s1600-h/05.041-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjeoSBb7ThI/AAAAAAAAAeU/JHqT7ACtOs8/s400/05.041-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347928110102433298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(I posted only the "sensible" ones..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I have people telling me that electronic devises in Japan are dirt cheap, but through all the stores I had went into, the good/new ones aren't cheap, just reasonable. Most of the Vietnamese who were with us bought cameras there though. Still, I think Malaysia would be a better place if u are not looking for those high-end products. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND...here comes the madness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We, me n 2 of my close friends (Deng and Xin Yin) actually took the guts to walk in a MAID CAFE...which turn out to be "memorable"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea..with all the waitress dressing as maids serving you, addressing you as "master/mistress". If you have a "thing" for these stuff, quit reading, it will upset your stomach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To state it clear...I m no fan of these kind of---i dunno what to call it. So no offence for what ever i published. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sje2QwX7cvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SFvGoDeSZK8/s1600-h/P4050067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sje2QwX7cvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SFvGoDeSZK8/s320/P4050067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347943481505182450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;This is the maid cafe that we entered..---Cafe de Porte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rules are, you are not supposed to take any picture, and hands on any of the "maids" (which includes sexual harrasment). It was stated on the walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one we went into weren't that big, looks like a doll house, u know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The maids announced "Welcome back, master" when you entered the doors. Which gave me goosebumps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjet5upT8oI/AAAAAAAAAec/mJ6iL4EsYtE/s1600-h/Maid-Cafe-745141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjet5upT8oI/AAAAAAAAAec/mJ6iL4EsYtE/s320/Maid-Cafe-745141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347934289811206786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;An image from google of roughly how it looks inside..the one that we went in was smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjeyY5amEtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m7Qan9yCBlE/s1600-h/kuromi_cafe01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjeyY5amEtI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m7Qan9yCBlE/s320/kuromi_cafe01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347939223324725970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;An image of the maids from google, but it looks the same....it cost to take photos inside, around RM11++ per photo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt really notice my surroundings untill I was seated, which was when I started to feel drowsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: There is these 2 geeks sitting rite on my left (tables are small and seatings are close to each other), drooling over something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;My friends: wei, u c the 2 ppl beside u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;me: uhuh?...seems fine to me r..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;My friends: NO, see what are they holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my eyeballs nearly dropped out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were actually drooling over a LARGE collection of maid keychains, posters, models, cards...and they were smilling dreamily..comparing with the real live ones infront of them.. u  get that picture.. which i went "omg...."..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, they are what we call---the "Otaku"s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I was the nearest to them..their conversations were quite clear to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...trust me you won't want to hear it..flrting with the maids, toying words with them..ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Btw..we didnt bother to whisper while gossiping, as we spoke in Chinese...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, from there onwards, we started noticing stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  The table on my right, seats a young girl around 15 -18 yrs old..and 2 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is wearing some..what they call " Lolita" wear. with frills, corset..i didnt take any pics of her..so just an image of what is "LOLITA" wear..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjet50vxGHI/AAAAAAAAAek/D6CY7GhijSw/s1600-h/marymagdalene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjet50vxGHI/AAAAAAAAAek/D6CY7GhijSw/s320/marymagdalene.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347934291448895602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;erm...you don't normally wear it go lunch rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Deng started a conversation with her, discovered that she is just an high school student, bringing her sisters out for lunch...BUT to a maid cafe?? well, according to her, she says she likes these stuff alot..and was a regular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Situation 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; There is this guy, around age 25++ walking in, and seats right opposite our table. He looks quite decent, "normal" dressed, compare to others...But then, he started getting weirder and weirder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. his face started flushing (I thought it was the heat, but NO it's not. I found out later on.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He got more and more excited (his movements..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 10 min later,he walk up to a waitress, request for a photo session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ok...photo session is fine, but he started fishing out his "gadgets" - a pack of cards to put at his waist, a flashy belt that holds it, and a piece of card (some game card..) which he posed with it, and got the "maid" to pose with it as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......he was either stuck in his own fantasy world or watched too much anime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we just...&lt;b&gt;STARED&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is right in front of us. As mention, the shop wasn't big, and we have no where else to settle our eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea...did I mention we went in for lunch? Yea...lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seriously dunno what we put into our mouth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had omelette rice, which I get to draw whatever image that i like on it with tomato sauce, erm, correction, the "maid" drew it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjexkhgNlcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/igYnLhFk1fY/s1600-h/P4050063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SjexkhgNlcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/igYnLhFk1fY/s320/P4050063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347938323552638402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really remember how it taste like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got so sick of the environment, that we quickly finish our meal and left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really memorable...if you feel you are insane, go there, and you will feel right again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will probably be the only "right" ones in there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no offence to all Otakus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-7776919949632226864?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7776919949632226864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=7776919949632226864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7776919949632226864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7776919949632226864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2009/06/japan-osaka-2.html' title='Japan Osaka 2'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sjem6vWnBBI/AAAAAAAAAeM/utw8Y24EWo0/s72-c/05.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4638713965549060038</id><published>2009-05-03T00:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:23:44.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansai Japan Foundation-2009 spring'/><title type='text'>Study trip.....Japan, Osaka 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx7C7al_tI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gwT8nFj0qmw/s1600-h/P3290013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331271349139013330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx7C7al_tI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gwT8nFj0qmw/s320/P3290013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m just a first year, and i was lucky enough to be chosen by my lecturer for this 1 month program, fully sponsored by the Japan Foundation to Osaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this was already my third trip to jp..still, it is different from the previous trips. Because...for the first time i was with other 9 Malaysians...and i came back with my Chinese, English , Malay(due to the presence of Indonsesians) fully functioning. For the past 2 experience, I came back taking around 2 days or more to get a grasp of my mother tongue. Try not speaking for 1 month...you won't know how it felt..So desperate that I spoke Chinese to myself...(Last time lar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we were sponsored from top to toe, even receiving a lum sum of allowance for our stay there. As for accomodation, we stayed at Kansai International Center, in Osaka. And the best part is...one person per room!!!!!! Is totally heaven compare to college in UM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place that accomodate us foreigners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx2RYZpImI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y5QfvxeHOvY/s1600-h/02042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331266099879682658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx2RYZpImI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Y5QfvxeHOvY/s320/02042009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my room&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331266104818015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx2RqzCHoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zEGDkl25niE/s320/30032009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;window view..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331266109415417154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx2R77I5UI/AAAAAAAAAds/gQsN8FeJnHc/s320/30032009(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a hostel, the one I used to live in UM, is also a hostel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it DIFFERS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! And I don't even want to talk about the food...my brain doesn't work right thinking about the food back in my old hostel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also...we were just in time for the cherry blossom season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx5hs-jn4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jpc6imcW8ww/s1600-h/P3300042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331269678816010114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx5hs-jn4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/jpc6imcW8ww/s320/P3300042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx9roI4IAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EtfDoG4rfVQ/s1600-h/P3300051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331274247362322434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx9roI4IAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EtfDoG4rfVQ/s320/P3300051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lasted for another 2 weeks or so before turning the whole street green...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-4638713965549060038?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4638713965549060038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4638713965549060038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4638713965549060038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4638713965549060038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-tripjapan-osaka-1.html' title='Study trip.....Japan, Osaka 1'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Sfx7C7al_tI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gwT8nFj0qmw/s72-c/P3290013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6674676983798694158</id><published>2009-01-25T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:43:57.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What normally do you do during this festive season??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i was small, I use to like it ALOOOOT. The interest towards this festival decrease every year as I grow...Guess it's beacause the stuff that we play during childhood decrease to almost nothing till today. Hm... we still get to play cards though. Still, the excitement....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chinese New Year is mainly a chance of reunion. After not seeing each other for almost a year or less, we get together, sit down, talk, eat and get fat....LOL..and normally the topic of interest won't change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are schooling, they will ask stuff like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"How old are you le? Grown tall liao le!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Taken no. 9 ? or no. 11 ? Result how r?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;HOW MANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"s???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;**no. 9 is SPM, no. 11 is STPM, SO...u can guess what's for PMR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are in University...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Where you studying now? What subject? How is it??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"hah? you study this r??in future you wan be TEACHER r????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**normally they don't ask what I wan't to persue in future, everyone assumes someone who study linguistic WILL beome a teacher!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which....I will have to explain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"No lar..can be translator, or can go into business mar. F&amp;amp;B also can consider mar..ALOT LE~!!! VERY VERY WIDE SCOPE ORH!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which...the whole conversation will ends with....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Hm....study hard....c how lar...no need worry 1.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;swt....since when did I woried....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you look older than a student, they will ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"What are you doing now r? Good or not?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then blah blah blah about your work, your employer, you salary and etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which will leads on to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Got BF/GF r???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);  font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If answers &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hah? why don't have? how old are you orh?? bla bla bla....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If answers &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"HAH&gt;???? How long ady???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which leads on to ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how/where/when you met your partner...DETAILS of your partner...etc etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEN....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Next time bring him/her back let us see lar! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);  font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR....WORST.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Got plan to get married??? WHEN?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAH...it never runs off topic.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SXxd3rIS_sI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0cVlIMfCQCU/s1600-h/000708237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SXxd3rIS_sI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0cVlIMfCQCU/s320/000708237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295210472932572866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6674676983798694158?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6674676983798694158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6674676983798694158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6674676983798694158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6674676983798694158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2009/01/eve.html' title='Eve'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SXxd3rIS_sI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0cVlIMfCQCU/s72-c/000708237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-7923288342880524393</id><published>2009-01-01T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:15:11.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A review of 2008....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I got my first job as cashier/waitress at a restaurant at a SUPER low pay of RM700 per month. working from 10am to 12am. Supid enough to work for almost 2 mths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. I got my second job as a telesales person at HP. Learn alot of stuff. Attractive commission rate. I earn arnd 9k++ during the 3 mths there. G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reat job. Stressful though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My STPM was a failure. I got 2.67, barely scrape through the border line. A big disgrace compare to my previous achievements since UPSR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i finally realise i sucked in Science. Lucky I studied STPM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I went to Japan in mid May for around 1 month. My second trip. The Japanese were great host. But, I realise Malaysians might be better. Great place for study trips, short stay, travelling, but not for future living. Go elsewhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. I got into University Malaya, Faculty of Linguistics. And found great classmates inside the old and ugly building..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5.The first ever robbery i encounter occured in my hostel. Crazy as it sounds, everyone was the victim. The hostel was under construction during hols, and all our doors, locker, were forced open, ransacked. Lots of stuff gone mising, like water bottles, food, money, clothes....even slippers. And it was all nothing compare to my roommates' loss--she lost her RM1.5K electronic dictionary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. I made a crane with my team out of wires and papers in less than 5 days. As tall as me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. I made friends from all over Malaysia, esp the Sabah, Labuan, Sarawakians, and the Penangs. Best thing ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. My results for the 1st semester was 3.95, closest figure i ever got in all the recent exams i been through to perfect 4.0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. I actually went to a New Year Countdown Party that i destested so much. I hate the hot and sizzling atmosphere, sweaty and sticky all over. Standing in the box of sardines from 10.30pm to 12am just to wait for the burst of fireworks over my head. The impact was great. My ears was deafened by the shooting fireworks, and ashes of the remainings all over!! @_@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. I think.... I am beginning to like everything about my new environment...besides the robbery part. I will put up with that, considering the fact that i m living in Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ends well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;New Year, New Start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-7923288342880524393?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7923288342880524393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=7923288342880524393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7923288342880524393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7923288342880524393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2885249284384541554</id><published>2008-12-25T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:27:57.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Although me and my family don't really celebrate Christmas, still, it's a holiday!! which means---family day a.k.a. house cleaning day(HCD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HCD is usually every Saturday, Sunday and every public holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Car washing, house cleaning, doing the laundry, so...u can immagine how is my christmas like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ANYWAAAAY..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I read alot of story books, mostly by Enid Blyton when I was younger. So Christmas to me is something non-realistic, dreamy kind of celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Santa doesn't exist. That's the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;But i still like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The decorations in shopping complex are something to look forward to. This year, I favour KLCC's and The Curve's decoration. The gigantic Christmas tree at the centre of KLCC is utmost noticeble by everyone who had visited there. Its almost 4 stories high up, and dunno why, i like it ALOT though its just a tree, and not much decoration on it too. Simple and nice! As for The Curve's, normal Christmas decoration, put up near the entrance of the curve, with lots of chrismas dolls along with the wonderful designs in the smalll circle. Even my mom likes it!You will find it hard to take pics inside cause it's always crammed with ppl!!!! Its worth a visit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Christmas...hm....it means end of the year too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;New Year coming!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SVOQWXEs2VI/AAAAAAAAAck/iFOlOX59sTQ/s1600-h/global-warming-santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2885249284384541554?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2885249284384541554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2885249284384541554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2885249284384541554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2885249284384541554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-450539994123919994</id><published>2008-12-09T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:54:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how old is my bro??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not even in his secondary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he was spilling foul words, swearing over msn chat sessions with his friends. Classmates. I was unaware of the "vocabs" he knew untill i took a peek at what he was doing with the comp when he went to toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHOA.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was like foul words contest. vocabulary contest or whatsoever..  cantonese, hokkien, english, the frequently heard 'f' word was all over the chat box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he was chatting with a girl. *fainted*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I knew kids now a days are not as naive as what the adults thought they are. But seriously, i underestimated my brother. But well, i took the chance to go through the meaning of those "vocabs" with him. And goodness me...he doesnt know any..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does those words sounds like 'hello' and 'bye bye' that u use everyday???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing he doesn't use it in the house. I would have him thrown across the streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that i dont swear at all...but not in the house. Same goes with the rest of my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get out if you want to talk dirty. &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/3329376366729743288-450539994123919994?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/450539994123919994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=450539994123919994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/450539994123919994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/450539994123919994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/12/foul.html' title='foul'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5860293003341184610</id><published>2008-11-26T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:37:58.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>to those i missed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SS1QKQIy2fI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SmELRO59y2U/s400/birthday-cake.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 364px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272958875781487090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);   font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:24px;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I m so ..........(can't think of a word now to discribe my ignorance..) to forget almost everyones birthday esp those in NOVEMBER. Even including mine. Just remember it when Sue msg me from Aus to ask me out on that day..T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really really sorry..Really really sorry. I don't even have the guts to wish some of you face to face since its already past, like.....months ago? and now only i remember. I m so freakin forgetful that i even forgot to set it in my phone earlier on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will remember next year. Set it in my Calender already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won't miss it....unless...argh..i will remember!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday guys....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---dedicating to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chai Ping, Yan Chyi, Xin Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muakz!!! I still have you in mind!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5860293003341184610?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5860293003341184610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5860293003341184610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5860293003341184610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5860293003341184610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-those-i-missed.html' title='to those i missed....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SS1QKQIy2fI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SmELRO59y2U/s72-c/birthday-cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-7128085440758178701</id><published>2008-11-06T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:18:25.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>assumptions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Never judge a book by its cover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not a new phrase, but it suddenly hit on to me recently.Just realised how true....is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think most girls encounter this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is surely somebody around you, a really "special" weirdoo, that you girls bitch about at her back. Either she has an utmost stunning appearance, or her attitude sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, there is this person at my college who scores in both criteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When girls sit down, they do nothing but gossips. So, she is quite "well-known" even at the begining of the semester. Her attitude is 'superb', with the turning-on-a-white-eye experession as her significant appearance, plus a super blast of sarcastism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, she really did freak me out on the first encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She was soo well, ignorant. And the words she chose....phew..super sarcastic. So, i actually put in mind to stay away from her. But, as i don't really have a chance to choose, we were on the same team AGAIN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;'oh god...how r...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my roommate was like..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'cham lar  u, she very scary 1 le..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....which made me worried more. so, i decided that  if she is going to play with her sarcastism..well, don't think i m gonna loose at that too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha...but in the end, my sarcastism didn't get to show. I m still sweet and nice twds her. Maybe,it just doesn't work on girls. I think yan chyi might understand that haha..looking at what we were in form 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as for her, i actually had the feeling that she isn't that snappy as most of them thought, i think she is cute though, plus great talent in arts, big diff. Got alot of her white eye though, she is the first girl i had seen rolling her eye so often in that sort of dramatic way when she's pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess it takes time to understand someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-7128085440758178701?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7128085440758178701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=7128085440758178701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7128085440758178701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7128085440758178701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/11/assumptions.html' title='assumptions..'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2377955859039330737</id><published>2008-09-26T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:35:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half a sem gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here comes the Raya hols..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uni life does really brush up/ furnished me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esp staying in colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I had experience the worst(i thought) in emotion controlling in my life till today. Is either the stress in uni level up or my stress controlling system level down. Although most of the time everthing in stable and cozy..there are still many events that really can push my emotions to a stage that..it might just...go overboard and BREAK into pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i think i learnt alot in manipulating my limits....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example, it was 11.30PM, and there is a test tomorrow morning, and i m still sitting in the hall, having a so call conference with the president of the college, with everbody. And normally these conference and events is where a bunch of monkeys putting on a show. Trying to amuse the crowd, getting all the attentions and argueing over some past and silly threats that doesnt help the current situation. Its just some time wasting sessions that i rather go to bed early or last minute studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats what everybody says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitting in the chair watching them quarell and argue, does push my emotional limits to certain extend, really controlled,so that i wont suddenly barge out the door the next second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group assignments was another issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To deal with group members who CANT understand a word from you, although both speaking the same language, is something new for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An assignment given months ago have to be up by tommorow afteroon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she was still asking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" huh, what we have to do oh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really learnt alot just by talking to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blood was BOILING, and i still have to talk to her calmly, repeating stuff that she is supposed to do. STILL, she just can't get what i meant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group work is a piece of XXXX full of small and unimportant stuff that has to be done by everyone. She got it finally, when i spat out right in front of her. Never once did i raised my voice in front of others, till i met her. MEMORABLE. But strange, she understand every word i said after that. Thanks to her, that i finally sharpen my skills in communication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is still alot more to learn though... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2377955859039330737?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2377955859039330737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2377955859039330737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2377955859039330737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2377955859039330737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/09/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-622193557618523681</id><published>2008-08-30T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:44:36.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste Buds...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uni life had began to settle as it supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just....it seems monotonous, repeating scene after scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even the food in our college taste the same every day. Seriously wondering had my taste buds died away during the stay. The food they served goes accordingly to schedule, everyday, everyweek..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a rough menu below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pls be rmb that every meal comes with sambal sauce, except for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Menus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast : Fried Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch : Chicken Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner : Sotong or Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast: Bee hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch : Chicken Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner : Egg, if you are fast enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast : Fried Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch and Dinner: Food is so bad that i never want to remember. MOstly fish they served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast : Fried Kuey Teow (All you taste is only the spiciness..your tongue wont have any response to other taste..numbed, not even the kuey teow taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch and dinner: Chicken or peanuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast : Fried Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch : Chicken Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dinner : Hard Boiled Egg with sauce that taste like dahl..just that it contains coconut i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast : Burger (same, if you are fast..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lunch and Dinner...not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Egg&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;specifically, the sunny side up egg, fried, is the best food ever inside there. And it will be gone, fast as well. Their backup i always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;FISH&lt;/span&gt;..which..i think those who ate knows the taste..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was once i was queing up that day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where there was egg &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AVAILABLE&lt;/span&gt;. But, unfortunately, when it was my turn, there wasn't any left for me. I stared in dismay when the kakak took the tub away, replace it with a tub full of fish.I almost cried. Ended up eating plain rice and sambal, with some vegetable gravy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food they served is always spicy, esp the kueyteow on thurs morning, seriously memorable, when i get out of there. Early in the morning, and taking these spices...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their food is either to hot, or too salty, and, they still provide ketchup on each and every table, which i used to see malays pouring over their rice or chicken. Dun understand...maybe their taste buds are used to the saltyness. OMG..i feel like vomiting while typing this out..can taste the saltyness in my mouth already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In conclusion, the food is not too bad in our college..compared to others. I heard our neighbour college, serving minced burger meat as a dish for either lunch or dinner...with tomato sauce or ketchup i think....YUCK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m LUCKY. I have to tell myself this all the time. 1 more year to go. Or maybe more, if i plan to stay on for 2nd year..so ,have to put up with the food, since it comes along with the package. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, food is something to stuff your tummy full rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So whatever the taste is...it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLlNpHmOCLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s3Vt-z7eqgQ/s1600-h/sunny_side_egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305010231609522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLlNpHmOCLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s3Vt-z7eqgQ/s400/sunny_side_egg.jpg" 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/3329376366729743288-622193557618523681?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/622193557618523681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=622193557618523681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/622193557618523681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/622193557618523681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/08/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLlNpHmOCLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/s3Vt-z7eqgQ/s72-c/sunny_side_egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3369376201344344506</id><published>2008-07-06T06:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:54:10.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>uni STARTS.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;with ORIENTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as known as most uni's orientation, its for 1 week, and it's "motivating".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole week, being barked, screamed, yelled and insulted at(seriously...their bahasa melayu...so many insults i never dreamt of..), so frequent that, although was quite nervous for the 1st day, but soon got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping late, waking up early is a norm. But as told by the PMs(senior), we are getting more sleep compare tho the last few batches.So, basically we are getting only 3 to maximum 4 hrs of sleep per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have loads of talks and most are informative. but, due to lack of sleep, everyone is tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, "fishing" is common during talk times..no only we are tired, our seniors, who took charge of "torturing" us, are also tired that most slept behind the chairs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you can guess who is listening to those talks infront...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the last day, all of us had a shock..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being awaken by the bangs and shouts on the doors at 3m, which the normal time should be 4.30am, we were lined up at the field. We were screamed, shouted and punished(half squat, hands straight infront) for being late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so basically, we suffered for around 2 hrs...the scolding part is not the scary part. to me, it was frightening seeing those ppl who had athma breakdown, crying in the midst of breathing difficulty...and not 1 person, but a few...scary....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then......only after that, we are explained that the scenario that happened in the morning was just an act. So that we can learn to take stress, prevent from breakdown during exams...swt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went through a week of all these in orientation, most of the time under stress and preasure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before you start to eat, u are shouted at to be CEPAT,CEPAT!!! 2 min to eat for everybody...N we are eating with bare hands, no cultery. so we actually got to learn how the malays eat in the whole orientation week. Another scene which i will never forget is...the bangings and shoutings at 4.30am.."&lt;em&gt;BANGUN!!! BANGUN!!! CEPAT BANGUN!!"  &lt;/em&gt;before they reach our doorstep, me and my roomate already jumped up , rushing to switch on the lights, to show that we are awake--so they wont bang on our doors too hard...memorable....macam hantu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And through out the orientation, i guess most ppl like the most is the cheers part. each college(the place we stay at) has their own main theme and there is a cheering competition going on that we have to compete with 12 other colleges..so we have to cheer, (basically screaming) on top of our lungs..with all the hand movements and so on..the malays are seriously good at these stuff..really reminds me of Victoria Institue that i saw during band competition. CHS team seldom cheer, but the V I school boys are jumping up and down with their cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway....seriously have no voice after the last day of orientation...sore throat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the last day of orientation, the seniors told us that actually all of their scoldings and screamings are actually an act that they all put up for us..realy SHOCKING to see the discpline master, who most of the time really garang, shouting and so on, laughng at us, and cracking...jokes? i think very few ppl catch his joke...most still cant come out of his garang impression.....seriously scary..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overall, they are nice ppl, help us through recognizing this college and the uni, help us on ptptn infos, and submitting the forms for registering , need to thank them for everything, for hte memorable and "memorable" orientation that they gave us, very very different form our school orientations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-3369376201344344506?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3369376201344344506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3369376201344344506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3369376201344344506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3369376201344344506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/07/uni-starts.html' title='uni STARTS.........'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4796506017101604577</id><published>2008-06-20T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:50:03.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uni'/><title type='text'>I m BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in Malaysia at last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back last week, after 1 month in Japan, i brought my host sister along with me to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;With no extra bedrooms available besides the store in my house, i have to camp in the study room as i m giving out my room to Miyo...ahem..in a presentable state lar...my normal room state would have drove her back to Japan immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, finding myself quite far behind the all ongoing news here...and definitely not going to read through all the old news paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also......i m going to UM....Faculty of Linguistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With things swirling around me at the moment, everything seems to happen really fast, rushing up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently programming myself to accept the fact that i m going to a UNIVERSITY, next next week, study and live there.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.....i will need 2 or 3 days for that.&lt;br /&gt;Is not that i m worried that i wont be able to go home or so,&lt;br /&gt;just that..i cant believe i m entering a UNI, same kind of feeling when i was in kindergarten, entering primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha...i sound kiddy...just need time to digest.&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/3329376366729743288-4796506017101604577?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4796506017101604577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4796506017101604577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4796506017101604577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4796506017101604577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-m-back.html' title='I m BACK!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3474426138182884956</id><published>2008-06-11T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:22:39.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m blogging, because i m super bored...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not back home YET..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stranded in Incheon Airport, for at least 4 hrs....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired and sleepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously hope there is a bed for me now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i m suppose to open my eyes...open big big....to guard my luggage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lucky here they provide free wi-fi spots and laptops for ppl like me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously bored to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they realy have god facilities here, free lounges, wi-fi spots, and even experiencing korean cultural arts for FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too bad&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are stranded here for hours like me, you will be bored as well.after the 1st hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dying to reach home, or somewhere where you can just close your eyes, and forgot about &lt;strong&gt;EVERTHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-3474426138182884956?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3474426138182884956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3474426138182884956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3474426138182884956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3474426138182884956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/here.html' title='here...'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8339595562256536631</id><published>2008-06-09T08:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:51:04.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Stabbing Spree-Akihabara,Tokyo</title><content type='html'>Shocking News..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Temp worker stabs 7 to death, injures 10 in Akihabara&lt;br /&gt;Monday 09th June, 06:11 AM JST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKYO —&lt;br /&gt;Seven people died and 10 others were injured after a man hit pedestrians with a truck and then stabbed passersby Sunday in broad daylight on a street in Tokyo’s busy Akihabara district, a popular electronics area and a magnet for comic and animation fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police arrested the man, Tomohiro Kato from Susono, Shizuoka Prefecture, on the street and seized a survival knife he was carrying. The 25-year-old temp staffer at an auto component factory in the prefecture admitted to stabbing people with the knife, which had a 13 centimeter blade, from around 12:30 p.m., police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘‘I came alone to Akihabara to kill people,’’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;investigative sources quoted Kato as telling police. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘‘I am tired of the world. Anyone was OK.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to police and hospital officials, six of the seven who died were males and aged from 19 to 74. The other was a 21-year-old female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the seven, at least six had been stabbed and two had been hit by the truck, which was rented in Shizuoka Prefecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the seven, 11 people were taken to hospital after the stabbing rampage. Of these, eight were men, including a 53-year-old traffic police officer who was stabbed in the back while helping people hit by the truck, and two women. The remaining male had sustained no injuries but had blood on his clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to eyewitnesses, a police officer at a nearby police box who noticed the incident hurried to the scene and found Kato wielding the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer initially failed to get hold of the suspect after hitting him with a baton a few times. But Kato put the knife down after the officer drew a handgun and issued a warning, leading to his arrest, the eyewitnesses said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Akihabara area was crowded with shoppers as Chuo-dori was vehicle-free for pedestrians. The scene was near the intersection of Chuo-dori and Kanda Myojin-dori streets, only a stone’s throw from JR Akihabara Station. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not the first stabbing spree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...There were similar street stabbing rampages earlier this year.In January, a 16-year-old boy attacked five people and injured two of them with kitchen knives on a shopping street in Tokyo’s Shinagawa Ward. A man wanted by police on suspicion of murder stabbed passersby with a knife at an entrance to a shopping mall in Tsuchiura, Ibaraki Prefecture, in March, leaving eight people injured, one of whom died later in hospital.The Akihabara rampage also occurred on the seventh anniversary of a stabbing spree by a man at Ikeda Elementary School in Osaka Prefecture on June 8, 2001.The attacker, Mamoru Takuma, was executed for killing eight children and injuring 15 others in that case.'&lt;br /&gt;(above from japan today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentally disordered..&lt;br /&gt;news reporter here saids, the killer just want to know how does it feels, to kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8339595562256536631?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8339595562256536631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8339595562256536631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8339595562256536631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8339595562256536631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/06/stabbing-spree-akihabaratokyo.html' title='Stabbing Spree-Akihabara,Tokyo'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2520415218357525118</id><published>2008-05-10T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:44:01.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workaholic&apos;s Diary'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>I couldnt believe that i actually worked for almost 3 mths in HP. My first intention when i enter, is, I swear that i will get out of here within 1 month. And HAHA... only now i came out..and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good experience, big diff from school life, connecting to the real world, through the "Cisco" Phone.It was kind of mix feelings in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every conversation started off with the same old script, but directed to diff zillion kinds of ppl out there. Seriously, the ppl you will 'meet' through here, has all kind of colors in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those weirdos , aha...thankfully, GOODBYE FOREVER. Won't need to talk to them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My nightmare, and thanks to them, they spiced up my life in there. Give me loads of trouble, put me into misery, without them, my life there would be BORINGGGGGGGG. Those Dr's, Prof.'s, and WHATSOEVER ----graded under ---"HIGH CLASS WEIRDOS"/ "HIGH CLASS TROUBLE" which give ppl like us sooo much rojak troubles, SO LONG AND BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;Big possibility that i will still meet ppl like these out there, but thanks to these customers, HAHAHA I got EXPERIENCE already, TRAINING sumore.Hear them talk then can detect "PROBLEM"  already. Special Big THANKS to DR. CHW, hope u don't read blogs, and don't sue me, i have no money.I 'met' him when i was at my first two days on floor, got his call with loads of LUCK, then misery starts. It ends though, most agents from HP kena fr him as well, but for my part, already ended.Haha...basically he will call in everyday recently, so dear remaining agents, GOOD LUCK.HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to all our menthols, the permanents, specifically Melissa, Angie, Vivian and others. Bugging you guys for desperate answers to PSG products in the first two weeks especially, when my line is still open to General ATF Lines. And a serious apology, to all my mistakes + troubles. And special thanks to Margaret, for hiring me, and helping me through those probs that i come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my crappy team lead Eddie, AHA---filled with loads of craps, they will miss you most when you are gone. Thanks for helping me through this period. With all kinds of Crap and non-Crap things that were taught by you, thanks,really appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other team mates Jia yu, Tze Shun, Kelly, Justin and others, life would be sooo BORED..without u guys. Will miss you guys alot, alot. Special thanks to Justin, the big "Indian" there--(in Japanese, "Inoshishi" is kind of Wild boar, I dont think thats what you meant rite?? I think for you, "Buta" shd be the right word haha.. don't use lar!) And my backup- Stephanie, gud luck, hopefully not much trouble..haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the admins, esp Wei Kuan and Aaron, owed u guys alot on the refund issues and TM part. Nice to meet all of you, and good luck to XY and Aaron, who may join the team later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long post....being so attached to this job from morning till night, thinking, doing and dreaming of it for at least 2 mths ++ .It was an unforgettable experience. But it is time for me to cut it, paste it in my past and move on to second phrase. Very hard to detach though..thats why i m  jotting such a long post..haha.So that i can clear my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for jp nxt tues. And, I haven't packed a single THING!!&lt;br /&gt;I.M.SO.IN.TROUBLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and gals, BYE BYE, and keep in touch via msn yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: as for the newly recovered tag board...lazy to maintain previously, dats why i put it down  for such a long time..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2520415218357525118?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2520415218357525118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2520415218357525118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2520415218357525118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2520415218357525118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-167710784423644174</id><published>2008-03-27T21:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:29:42.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>MANDARAs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-uqpo4XA_I/AAAAAAAAATI/2ZMRfXepyEM/s1600-h/PC170099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures to share...^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below pictures are taken from my mom's and relatives trip to India's Bodhgaya....in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kind of religious tripp i can say.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was when i thought below effects are camera effect, it struck me when i m actually seeing it at Qi Xiang's blog where he was at some religious ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why i decided to post it up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, fyi, i m regarding to the pale coloured ORBS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namely the &lt;strong&gt;MANDARA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;round in shape, and can only be captured under camera's flash lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was only a few in QX's photo, but there were UNCOUNTABLE ammount of them in the photos my mom took from the trip. ACCORDING 2 THEM, those are some unexplainable spiritual thingy which croud around places where religious ceremony are going on, and the place where below photos were took are at a really grand ceremony, crowded by thousands of lhamas and long sessions of prayers were conducted. By the way, its definitely NOT camera effect. cause everyone captured it that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEA........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hard to explain.....hard to believe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"where got such thing 1....dun bluff la...camera effect.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;says me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;look below....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-upAo4XA-I/AAAAAAAAATA/qHB41vqNdbY/s1600-h/PC170073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182421624658789346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-upAo4XA-I/AAAAAAAAATA/qHB41vqNdbY/s320/PC170073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the ceremony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-ulyo4XA7I/AAAAAAAAASo/1JZrqJVK-xg/s1600-h/PC160059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182418085605737394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-ulyo4XA7I/AAAAAAAAASo/1JZrqJVK-xg/s320/PC160059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the lhamas, oung and adults and a small amount of MANDARAs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-ulzI4XA8I/AAAAAAAAASw/I-3q2QkNCzo/s1600-h/PC160060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182418094195672002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-ulzI4XA8I/AAAAAAAAASw/I-3q2QkNCzo/s320/PC160060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Pic of my aunt with the lhamas, and the big" orb"--MANDERA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-ulx44XA6I/AAAAAAAAASg/K38FXHLjRAE/s1600-h/PC170097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-uqpo4XA_I/AAAAAAAAATI/2ZMRfXepyEM/s1600-h/PC170099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182423428545053682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-uqpo4XA_I/AAAAAAAAATI/2ZMRfXepyEM/s400/PC170099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the clear view of the &lt;em&gt;UNCOUNTABLE&lt;/em&gt; MANDARAs at the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-uqp44XBAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8D6uJ1Ss0l4/s1600-h/PC170093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182423432840020994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-uqp44XBAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8D6uJ1Ss0l4/s400/PC170093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mandaras and the 'line'----there wasnt any light deco in the sky, nothing above to be tied to, and it just shot out in the mid. btw, they couldn't even see it without the photo session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha...the funny part is, there was even a photo from my uncle, where the line shot INTO his head, i saw it, but photo not with me...maybe get it fr him someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ER......I SERIOUSLY think that it is camera effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way, not every mandaras comes in an orb shape but diamond shapes too, which are rare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i feel like i m crapping.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i m talking bout' something that even I DON'T believe.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;".................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-167710784423644174?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/167710784423644174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=167710784423644174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/167710784423644174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/167710784423644174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/03/mandaras.html' title='MANDARAs....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R-upAo4XA-I/AAAAAAAAATA/qHB41vqNdbY/s72-c/PC170073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5524556036657559621</id><published>2008-03-11T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:16:33.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workaholic&apos;s Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>wth..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 2.30 am in the morning.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no, to be specific, 2.57am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i m still here, sitting infront of the PC ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well...i was asleep just now though, but just couldn't get into deep sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, today STPM result is coming out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i m getting it at 12pm.TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;er.....i m not too sure wether i m too nervous or what....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I CAN'T STOP DREAMING ABOUT MY JOB, NOT STPM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like one after another in my dreams...scenarios of my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reciting the product infos over and over again .....!!!!!! %^&amp;amp;*#$%^&amp;amp;*#$ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously,I m going mad..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this is not the first day having such dreams....I can say....since young also started already. Just that those are not job related, which doesn't drive me insane. My dreams had never stopped in my sleep, which means, i had never have a peaceful night, or ever did i went into deep sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What i couldn't stand is--------it's all job related, and i m so tired of them now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the newspaper advertised on our newly launched campaign -TM STREAMYX yesterday, calls flood in like mad asking on this campaign, and of course the previous one Citibank-Shell ones too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not forgetting those resellers calling in asking for more info/discounts and so on all sorts of products, i even get calls asking about workstations, power adapter, servers, prrintservers(only today i know what are those) and so on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding infos to tell them is the ok part, which i had slowly learn to deal with, the sticky part is telling them where they can find compatible gadgets to substitute on their product if we don't sell the specific one that customer wants. Which i have NO idea at---Have to bug seniors for infos. Which sometimes i felt, this do irritates them larr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still, have to ask. iF NOT, sure kena shoot by customers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those are worst than complaint calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For today, i really enjoy these type of cutomer, bcoz it takes longer time to entertain them, no need to pick up the flow of calls flooding in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We dun even have time to put on 'not ready mode' . The moment the first call ends, second comes in. really siao.....worst still, i had throat problem, almost wanted to take leave by 4 pm, but still, i took calls till 5.30pm, and ended up feverish. Luckily, by that time the calls reduced alot already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I suppose is after work effect on me....can't stop dreaming about it although i already not thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;As for the STPM part, too tired to even fear or to be nervous about it. Leave it till 10 am onwards lar.....2 hours for fear and worries----okok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5524556036657559621?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5524556036657559621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5524556036657559621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5524556036657559621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5524556036657559621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/03/wth.html' title='wth..........'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6636456236756467164</id><published>2008-02-23T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:41:12.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workaholic&apos;s Diary'/><title type='text'>hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay...i know it has been zillions years ago since my last post..&lt;br /&gt;had been either too lazy, 2 tired, or can say practically no time for me to update larr!! ok...excuses and excuses..whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo many events come and go ...chinese new year, valentines, blahblah...and now chap goh mei...did i miss any in the middle r??neway...i just 'dropped out' from blogger..life still going on lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all..damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY single outing of U6S , i MISSED. sorry. damn guilty. everytime there's a outing or so, i m either on work, or....erm...ok, nothing besides work lar. practically work,work and work through out my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i m aware that sitting in home all day will make me want to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;so, started to find all kinds of donkey jobs range from A to Z rite after STPM. ok lar. i m suppose to help my father in insurance 1. But r....haihz...*excuses exploding* bla bla bla and bla...ignore it. i ended up as a cashier and waitress in this Japanese Restaurant near my house.&lt;br /&gt;the best feature of this work is~~it is near my house.&lt;br /&gt;so near that it only takes 5 min DRIVING distance. ( wei....in SELANGOR, THIS, is 'near' dy lar. Dun crap bout 5 min walking distance here..hello, i cant even reach my stupid guard house. So, 5 min DRIVING distance is bloody NEAR to me.)&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, this job sucks.&lt;br /&gt;weird, it suits weirdos like me, and i m still willing to work for it till now. Stupid me. But how? i enjoy it wor. anyway. That was my 1st job then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my second 1.&lt;br /&gt;which started a week ago, till now . probably will last till end of April.Cant runway half way through cause got contract, and i dun 1 to pay penalty. for HP, Hewlette Parkett( spelling duno correct or not lar..).&lt;br /&gt;me in the In bound Telesales team, in short, named as Telemarketers. But still in charge of out bound calls though.&lt;br /&gt;the largest barrier for me in this job is not the language prob, but the knowledge on IT and stuff. PLUS, the wide range of Product info which seems like a bowl of gelatinous substance. something like u know but u actually dunno sort of situation. And i m super NOT familiar with computers and stuff k.&lt;br /&gt;okay...i know how to surf net, msn and blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean that i know what's actually inside a CPU...And anyone know whats a modem? Yes, Yes....everyone know whats a modem..but how do u actually explain it to some Aunty-aunty who only knows about the functions of a kuali and microwave oven?? omg...me having a hard time and great opportunity to learn all these..but seriously...this job really does get me loads of IT info....we even had training for more than a week, on sales, products, telephone etiquette and stuffs..  i went for this job alone, so seriously bucking up alot on communication skills with older colleagues..so that i can ask them questions from A to Z which i dunno lar..gud gud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i m currently working from 8.30am to 5.30pm for HP which is in KL,&lt;br /&gt;THEN,&lt;br /&gt;the time afterwards are for the Restaurant...till around 10.30 to 11.30pm lar..&lt;br /&gt;hehe....not bad le....i can do 2 jobs at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;damn tired&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;weirdo me...i still feel damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; everyday...&lt;br /&gt;it would be best if my parents stop complaining about my work time.&lt;br /&gt;scenario repeats day to day..&lt;br /&gt;seriously driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whether being a waitres or a cashier or some telesales agent,&lt;br /&gt;it is still best to go out for more exposure...&lt;br /&gt;learn loads, have lots of hard times, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO REGRETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6636456236756467164?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6636456236756467164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6636456236756467164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6636456236756467164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6636456236756467164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title='hello...'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4801811998931091109</id><published>2008-01-24T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:08:43.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Craved for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I m not somebody who can maintain doing something for long session. Which means, i m the 5-minute-of-eagerness type. Likes and dislike are forever changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But music is an exception.&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/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R5jDEzEv7FI/AAAAAAAAASY/RotGJbBK9FU/s1600-h/piano+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R5jDEzEv7FI/AAAAAAAAASY/RotGJbBK9FU/s320/piano+keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159087860349922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i m really surprise that i continued for like ---13yrs till now.&lt;br /&gt;A real big record for people like me...&lt;br /&gt;Many of us thought, music is suppose to be something relaxing, no rush in learning, no big deal, just a hobby, and bla bla...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including me&lt;/span&gt;. BUT, the actual fact is that, it can be super stressful, if u dont enjoy the learning process. the whole long process till today, did not come that smoothly. ahem...it contains more that 1 littres of tears kay...&lt;br /&gt;rushing for theory homework at the last minute was what i always do, though everytime i swear that i WILL not repeat  again.&lt;br /&gt;And punishment from my first piano teacher for not doing her homework, which i will never forget till today..i was made to pull ( or u can say 'hold') my ears outside her house for half an hour, i was 8 at that moment, felt so bad, and so funny now to think of it. haha.... my primary days were filled with tears. Worst still, the teacher staying just BESIDE my house, no excuse for not bringing my homework, she will made me go home and get it, or she will do it. and wether i practice or not, she will be SURE to know..the lesson is, don't get a music teacher who is your neighbour.  Dunno how many zillion times i told my mom that i want to stop piano for that period, whacking, sweet talking and so on made me continue till today...and i m sooo THANKFUL and glad that i didn just stop by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my second teacher, a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; but not so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; lady.&lt;br /&gt;Almost drove her mad by being good for a week and bad for the other. No consistency, every performance depends on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOOD.&lt;/span&gt; so, she is sweet and not so sweet to me larr... in her record, i m the only student who was late for the real piano exam. venue was at Grand Blue Wave Hotel Shah Alam, lost our way, took the wrong turning at the roundabout and turn up 16 min late. Which then i forever remember to be at least 2 hr early for functions like this.16 min may be a little, but it cost so much , that i have to retake my exam, and till now, have yet to receive my cert for that grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; lesson, teaches me punctuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ending with this 2nd teacher wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I failed my last grade of music in both theory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and practical during my SPM year, and she threw me out of her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is definitely no joke. it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt; to even think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i retake my exams with my 3rd teacher during STPM year, during September, which was quite near the big exam. And i did it through with Merit from a fairly strict examiner who claims to fail many 8th graders..ahahaha...told u, that EVERYTHING i do, depends on my mood...big exam coming or not is not the big matter, it is my thoughts and mood that matters. But true enough...i practiced like hell ...and Distinction was just 3 marks ahead. 2 bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that exam, no more music till i finished STPM. But music is still my way of releasing stress throughout the exam. After years of music classes, really felt weird for ending my lessons, and not having it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So, i took up violin and decided to begin the whole scenario all over again.&lt;br /&gt;(no, not the nightmares...)&lt;br /&gt;bitter sweet is the best word to say it all.&lt;br /&gt;but this time, no more kiddo i m ,promised to throw all heart and soul into this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R5i_-DEv7EI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3ABn08MZxaA/s1600-h/violin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R5i_-DEv7EI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3ABn08MZxaA/s320/violin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159084445850922050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was today. Paid out by me, not my usual money supplier. hahaha....although work was busy, having lessons during break time really light up my day..though i was like---dead tired by the end of the day...which i arrived home by 11.30 pm..EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sTILL, I M &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008'S FIRST WISH~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be able to continue my violin, NO MATTER what happens. After continuing for so many years, i have confident in myself that i can &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONTINUE&lt;/span&gt; this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or in another way of thinking, i don't want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-4801811998931091109?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4801811998931091109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4801811998931091109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4801811998931091109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4801811998931091109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/01/craved-for.html' title='Craved for....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R5jDEzEv7FI/AAAAAAAAASY/RotGJbBK9FU/s72-c/piano+keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4393021102899109327</id><published>2008-01-11T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:38:40.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reco'/><title type='text'>Maksim~Electrik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4eMmfkUA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/Blm8MWGEW7s/s1600-h/bond2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4ZVdPkUA7I/AAAAAAAAASA/rMYf-LfayiE/s1600-h/maksim+elektrik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153900784455517106" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4ZVdPkUA7I/AAAAAAAAASA/rMYf-LfayiE/s400/maksim+elektrik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PMiuadpfl2/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would recommend this song above - The Gypsy Maid, from Maksim Mrvirca's newest album~Electrik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this is no recent news. Its me who &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; notice this 'news'.&lt;br /&gt;Its like last year? when this album came out. very outdated i am.Can say that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Croation Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cubana&lt;/span&gt; and the famous &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Flight of Bumble bee&lt;/span&gt; and etc..was the last i heard about him haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this album, can see that some slow and sweet songs were produced, like &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In Paradisum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Beyond Rangoon,Child in Paradise&lt;/span&gt;...are some of them, rather than his famous fast tempo pieces. (er..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Child in Paradise&lt;/span&gt; is still consider a fast piece, but sweet in the beginning. very enjoyable indeed)&lt;br /&gt;There is also this special piece in here - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hall of the Mountain King&lt;/span&gt;, haha...can be heard in cartoons like Donald Duck , Mickey Mouse and etc..in some sort of crazy act scenes.very enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Requiem&lt;/span&gt;, is the usual fast piece series. Fast tempo,hectic, majestic as &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bumble Bee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and the tango piece--&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tango in Ebony&lt;/span&gt;, haha....just listen to the whole album and u will know what i mean!! can actually hear all the twist and turns in there. Play in loud when there is nobody alone. Its better to hear music without distraction.U can hear all the ups and downs, suspensions, climax, resolution..bla bla...so its best to be alone. but DONT SLEEP larr....-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Gypsy Maid&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite in this album. Its lively, energetic ...I.....CAN'T explain it! just listen to it lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL, i loove &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Croation Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt; the MOST!!! iT is from his first few albums --'The Piano Player' i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3NyJY9MboV/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Maksim's a Croatian-born artist who was discovered by renowned producer Mel Bush, who has also discovered such crossover music stars as Vanessa Mae and Bond..though i m not a Maksim fan, still quite surprised that he is in the same company as BOND! HAHA....reco BOND next time...really nice too..thanks to y.chyi..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4eMmfkUA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/Blm8MWGEW7s/s1600-h/bond2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154242891485545410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4eMmfkUA8I/AAAAAAAAASI/Blm8MWGEW7s/s320/bond2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;by the way, this is BOND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;An all female strings quartet, focusing mainly on classical rock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;next time then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-4393021102899109327?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4393021102899109327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4393021102899109327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4393021102899109327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4393021102899109327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/01/maksimelectrik.html' title='Maksim~Electrik'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R4ZVdPkUA7I/AAAAAAAAASA/rMYf-LfayiE/s72-c/maksim+elektrik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8229887711781223345</id><published>2008-01-01T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:22:46.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>2008...^~^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;没有目的，没有意义，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;内心的生命就会衰退。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我们需要一个目标已保存&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;自己存在的完整。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Lowence Leshan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8229887711781223345?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8229887711781223345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8229887711781223345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8229887711781223345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8229887711781223345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008...^~^'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-648768612725835151</id><published>2007-12-31T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:01:49.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Japanese, January 1st is their New Year, and it meant a lot to them. I experienced it myself over there with my host family, and am really lucky to have such host parents which are quite tradition, which they still practice their traditions, where most modern family don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a short tea ceremony before breakfast. Which meant the arrival of New Year, Health and prosperous. Then the breakfast. i dont have much photos, coz, my camera's memory was full..lame of me for not thinking of bringing a pen drive. Which i realize it on the plane later..Anyway, i do have the 'washed-out' ones with me, given by them. I am sooo silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j39_kUA1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zRa4PHKPZtY/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j39_kUA1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zRa4PHKPZtY/s320/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150138818305983314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bentou&lt;/span&gt;' on the table was delivered to the house early in the morning, consist of all kind of weird food, small, and most of it were unrecognizable. Haha...even otousan cant tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 sets of bentou is called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;osechi ryouri&lt;/span&gt;' -御節料理。well, each layer has their own meaning.&lt;br /&gt;those who are interested to know further details, go wiki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the breakfast, japanese will usually dressed in kimono ( for the more traditional ones), and go to their respective temple--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jinja&lt;/span&gt;,神社.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j7yfkUA3I/AAAAAAAAARI/jjxrmnevGxw/s1600-h/82876165_b5a3d66fac_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j7yfkUA3I/AAAAAAAAARI/jjxrmnevGxw/s320/82876165_b5a3d66fac_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150143018783998834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j7hvkUA2I/AAAAAAAAARA/HJwpGbgJYC4/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j7hvkUA2I/AAAAAAAAARA/HJwpGbgJYC4/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150142731021189986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after saying their prayers, they will go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omikuji&lt;/span&gt;,おみくじ。which is the fortune telling process for the new year. where u get a small piece of paper, sort of like those we got in chinese temples after shaking the bundle of sticks in a container. but differently, i just randomly pick the folded piece up from a basket. erm...i forgot what i got though..haha.. and there is also omamori,お守り --u can call it luck charm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j-e_kUA4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/GEkrHHI14B4/s1600-h/omamori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j-e_kUA4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/GEkrHHI14B4/s320/omamori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150145982311433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;お守り&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, its not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but almost everybody got themselves one there haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm....i not quite sure after visitin the shrines what usual japanese ppl do, but that day we went straight home, went out for walks, and had curry for dinner--by me!! haha...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...this year, for year end, i went back to my home town in johor. really relaxing, went to waterfall with brothers and cousins and fool around like kids lol....long time never play till so siao dy....quite a nice way to end a year too...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akemashite omedetou !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;あけまして　おめでとう！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means--&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**PS&lt;/span&gt;: my posts on youth exchange are not finish yet....er...soon to..will finish it...not for readers, but for my self-record...haha..those who are interested can refer to labels with youth exchange jp, not interested? jump la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-648768612725835151?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/648768612725835151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=648768612725835151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/648768612725835151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/648768612725835151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year.html' title='New Year....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3j39_kUA1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zRa4PHKPZtY/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5747737762092454629</id><published>2007-12-31T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:45:35.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Richard Clayderman LIVE @ Genting H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;21st December..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it was at peak season, hotels were all packed, and we were so lucky to be spared a room from a friend. and it cost RM190, but at non peak seasons, it is for FREE. but no complains...gud enough for last minute people like us. others booked months ago for this period. and for the first time i learn that checking-in the hotel also need to take numbers like what we do in banks. With 100 over people in front of us, we waited at the lobby, which was really PACKED. people crowded at the lobby really look like refugees, with luggage and everything...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jkhPkUAvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-3mEbnst9zk/s1600-h/CIMG0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150117433663816434" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jkhPkUAvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-3mEbnst9zk/s320/CIMG0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the christmas deco at the lobby...&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/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jlXvkUAwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cbZE8PRRUMg/s1600-h/CIMG0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150118369966686978" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jlXvkUAwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cbZE8PRRUMg/s320/CIMG0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the fruit counter-didnt bought anything, but i like the deco alot..^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got into the room for like 1 hr later, and well, the room not as small as i had expected lar.. but the walls are too thin that we can hear lots of chinapeks talking whenever they pass our door, and through the mini toilet( the same as what v got in airplanes--or u can say cubicle), we can hear our neighbour...talking larr..consider very good environment dy though...clean and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 8pm, we were at the Arena Of Stars.&lt;br /&gt;My family went to watch the performance of 'Fly Defy Gravity' which thanks to k.wah, i got 2 free tickets, and bought 1 for my father will do. Actually i felt like watching that also...but cant be greedy...one at a time...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jiJ_kUAuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OX7__68ldlE/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150114835208602338" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jiJ_kUAuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/OX7__68ldlE/s320/fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fly Defy Gravity--optic illusion, skillful acts and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy....i may go watch some other day .....sounds really fun..i like this kind of shows, but exceptionally..i dun like circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in our arena....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jp4fkUAxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fWVdumblIaE/s1600-h/CIMG0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150123330653913874" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jp4fkUAxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fWVdumblIaE/s320/CIMG0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;before it starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jsIfkUA0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/cSDvvw8tl5s/s1600-h/CIMG0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150125804555076418" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jsIfkUA0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/cSDvvw8tl5s/s320/CIMG0870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The band members came in first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the accompany group consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 celloist, 2 violinist( 1 violin, 1 viola), 2 guitarist, 2 pianist and 1 percussionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEGINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jWZ_kUAnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9H-o-n4ukFc/s1600-h/CIMG0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150101915946975858" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jWZ_kUAnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9H-o-n4ukFc/s400/CIMG0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the piano was so black that it was almost unseen before the stage lights were on( or my eyes are simply too small) and thinking that it would dramatically descend from the top....&lt;br /&gt;haha....silly me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started off with a quick chromatic piece, sounded like some kind of repetitive scale, going up in sequence ...and his fingers are really articulated!! almost as robotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jXXfkUArI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nXuYGitMNAg/s1600-h/CIMG0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jXXfkUArI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nXuYGitMNAg/s320/CIMG0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the strings and the keyboard on the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jda_kUAtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DkVf1o-HTkU/s1600-h/CIMG0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150109629708239570" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jda_kUAtI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DkVf1o-HTkU/s320/CIMG0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the guitarist, the percussionist, and the keyboard on the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..sad to said that till that day only i know that he is A FRENCH!!! i had always thought that he is an ENGLISH. he cant really speak fluently in English, and most of the time he spoke French, and we have to go guessing ...and he is quite a joker, which makes the whole live show interesting and fun as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jbGfkUAsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/63tFBMXUggA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150107078497665730" style="width: 396px; cursor: pointer; height: 396px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jbGfkUAsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/63tFBMXUggA/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the on-going performance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that he mumbles a lot during is performance, curious what's he mumbling though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pieces that night was overall fantastic!! 'Liang Zhu', or as known as The Butterfly Lover's theme song was played too, one of that night's hit song, and two other chinese theme, i dun get the name...others are superb too, i like the one during the break, where he went to change, and the band members soloed for a moment before he join in again.Like it alot, but whats d name??? duno le...those who went, pls let me know if u know. tq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this cute part where he actually gave out his music scores right after the performance!! the first one was after Liang Zhu was played. but his action was not quite understood by the audience, and only one came out for the score!! and of course he/she (cant remember) got it... but after that, u can see crowds rushing out for the scores, which was to be given out. he gave out total 3 music scores. haha...the way he teased the crowd was quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;ppl even waited in front of the stage before the song ended, just for his scores, and kena chased back by guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3uUZvkUA5I/AAAAAAAAARw/QCVTJTAFKc8/s1600-h/CIMG0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3uUZvkUA5I/AAAAAAAAARw/QCVTJTAFKc8/s320/CIMG0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150873768814707602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jXW_kUApI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7n6q9f2tlB4/s1600-h/CIMG0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jXW_kUApI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7n6q9f2tlB4/s320/CIMG0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the crowd...&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/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3uUZ_kUA6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3fCQJ0KTtaA/s1600-h/CIMG0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3uUZ_kUA6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3fCQJ0KTtaA/s320/CIMG0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150873773109674914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and bigger crowd...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sited on the above floor, so cant b jumping down right....the vip seats are on great advantage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for encore, he got us a Christmas song as Christmas was around the corner, aahhh.!!! there was Ballade Pour Adeline he played!!! wow.....live vers so much diff from cd vers..the crowd cheered like mad wei...other songs were mostly fast tempo except for the 3 chinese themed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed throughout the performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for being with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jE0_kUAkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bH2zcvF_uqI/s1600-h/CIMG0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jE0_kUAkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bH2zcvF_uqI/s320/CIMG0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sweet friend...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5747737762092454629?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5747737762092454629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5747737762092454629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5747737762092454629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5747737762092454629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/richard-clayderman-live-genting-h.html' title='Richard Clayderman LIVE @ Genting H.'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R3jkhPkUAvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-3mEbnst9zk/s72-c/CIMG0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8115186919530725717</id><published>2007-12-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:45:15.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>A Famosa Resort~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In order to replace my mum's place(she went India), i went on behalf of her to their company's trip to A Famosa Resort for 2 days 1 night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole process is started with a treasure hunt, by car.&lt;br /&gt;so in a number of 4, i join my parents colleagues  which i just met a day before.  there were 18 cars participating this treasure hunt, including ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut the whole process short, it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. arriving at 7am&lt;br /&gt;2.meeting up with members&lt;br /&gt;3.car deco (with flags, banners and suff..)&lt;br /&gt;4.breakfast( super hot nasi lemak---*hot tears*)&lt;br /&gt;5.briefing( so that u wont get lost..)&lt;br /&gt;6.zerorising the car meter&lt;br /&gt;7.receiving the list of clues and procedures&lt;br /&gt;8.flag off&lt;br /&gt;9.START!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v started in the city center of KL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to lack of experience in treasure hunts like this,&lt;br /&gt;plus the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honks-honks&lt;/span&gt; by frustrated cars ( we are going in extremely slow speed---to catch clue), we FORGOT to stop at all!! (we are suppose to stop as we want to seek answers,without reversing the car/turning bk- to keep accurate reading of meter) so, ended up missing 2 clues..so...tembak lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of KL, things ran quite smoothly. we managed to maintain accurate meter reading, and of course stopping along roadside to look for answers, collected 'treasures' (including a pitcher fr A&amp;amp;W, some forms and a box of KFC--that sort of things lar....quite out of my expectations actually..) other questions given were all related to the buildings, billboards, and thing that u could see, meaning, the answer in just in front of u.&lt;br /&gt;open eyes big-big will do.&lt;br /&gt;we got most though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started at 8.17 am, and arrived at A FAMOSA RESORT at 12 p.m. The journey was slow, brain-stormed, although it was quite a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was fun and enjoyable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the later process:&lt;br /&gt;1. register arrival at A Famosa Water Park&lt;br /&gt;2. linger around&lt;br /&gt;3. lunch ( with others who are not from Central Region--not all came through treasure hunt)&lt;br /&gt;4. telematch( it was raining, all soaked and drenched..plus sand and dirt..)&lt;br /&gt;5. got back to bungalows( 4 sets in a bungalow)&lt;br /&gt;6. dinner at Cowboy town----where the results are out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was loads of jokers.&lt;br /&gt;one of the treasures needed , mentioned in the paper :&lt;br /&gt;" a box of KFC with 2 pieces"&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to say,&lt;br /&gt;"A box of KFC, With 2 pieces of CHICKEN" .&lt;br /&gt;and there was a group of joker who simply sent in 2 pieces of the neatly folded KFC 'BOX'.yea..safe the trouble of waiting to buy lar....we all did it though...waited till 10.30 am for the shop to open,while looking around for clues..&lt;br /&gt;and the pitcher required from A &amp;amp; W, was actually a 'pitcher' of Root Beer, in the MENU.&lt;br /&gt;aNd there are ppl sending in the JUG , or u can say MUG, from A &amp;amp; W. Dunno how they managed to get it ... Steal? i suppose...it is not on sale!!! just for serving wise!!&lt;br /&gt;haha...these ppl are really funny, with all those ridiculous answers to the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...we didnt won.&lt;br /&gt;there were other contestants who are more accurate in answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prizes are as below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; :big-big hamper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st runner up&lt;/span&gt;: medium hamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd runner up&lt;/span&gt;: small hamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am kind of ....dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;hamper only ka???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humph....anyway, the cowboy town was quite interesting...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R2lRSPkUAfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AGLaZtPfAaY/s1600-h/cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R2lRSPkUAfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AGLaZtPfAaY/s320/cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145733423105835506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the statue, right in front of the cowboy town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R2lOk_kUAeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WPBHW7vu9t8/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R2lOk_kUAeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WPBHW7vu9t8/s320/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145730446693499362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fire works...&lt;br /&gt;(i didnt brought my cam, it went india wit my mom..so credits to my fren who took this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for the red indian show, musical parade,fireworks...bla.. bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money matters everywhere. there was this tiger, in the shopping villa, which we had to pass through to watch the shows and parade. and they actually limited the walking space by BLOCKS, to FORCE tourists to take pic with their red indian, which stood with the tiger---ONE BY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;So it almost took us 1 DAMN HOUR to pass through the stage, to the show. and each photo cost for RM21.00 IF you are willing to buy. But whether u want it or not, they FORCED u to take pic 1st!!! so frustrated at that time. the Red Indian's job is to pose, and block tourist in NARROWED line to take pictures with him. REALLY, everything there is all commercially planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MONEY MATTERS FOR EVERY SINGLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;except our dinner lar--paid by the company.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back around 11.00pm in my room-mate's  car.  and meet up with WY from U6A.&lt;br /&gt;just soo coincidentally, i m on the same date with their class trip, and even lived near to each other!! so went to their room and stayed till 12 sumthing midnight..&lt;br /&gt;their class trip, is really a class trip. where almost everyone participated. quite a BIG party they have. They occupied two bungalows, and....i dun think they bother to sleep at all lar..... busied themselves gambling, dancing(on the machine thingy they brought), unos , and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for food is super expensive, i almost laugh my head off when i saw their food storage. erm...they looked like refugees.... food, esp junk food, in piles and piles of them...water( they brought themselves),rice, cold storage(for bbq), and i even saw quite a number of boxes of cheesecake from JUSCO.&lt;br /&gt;erm....i brought nothing though...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their rooms really differ ALOT from ours. the room stinked so much, that WY and her friend broke the "MAY" soap into bits(by using what i dunoo..) and hung it in a plastic bag in front of the air-cond. they even threw some bits into the flap of the air-cond to "refresh" the air...&lt;br /&gt;very very....IMPRESSIVE...to think of something like that..i suggested diluting 'shokubutsu' , which can produce a better odour...haha...but its a waste lar!! really had loads of fun with them...haha...didnt go to own class trip but bumped into their's instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...i slept ALONE that night b'coz i went bk to my room too late, my roomate was asleep..( 2 in a room) as there is a spare room( total 4), i shifted my stuff, and slept in that spare room which consist of 2 beds.&lt;br /&gt;athough not 1st time sleeping alone  outside, still, had to try my best to wave of those creepy thoughts...didnt thought too much..off the lights and almost immediately off.. thats the purpose of getting myself dead tired...so that i wont get chance to think too much...haha..and slept really well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was sharing session the next day by some singaporeans...which i almost dozed off..and bk to KL..IN an HOUR!! We took almost 4 hrs ++ to come, and drove bk within 1 hr.. haha...er---140km/hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i not the driver o'coz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8115186919530725717?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8115186919530725717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8115186919530725717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8115186919530725717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8115186919530725717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/famosa-resort.html' title='A Famosa Resort~'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R2lRSPkUAfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AGLaZtPfAaY/s72-c/cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6402008544224794806</id><published>2007-12-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reco'/><title type='text'>my trip...to the saloon.</title><content type='html'>the guy actually asked me, "since when did you cut your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN only i started thinking about---WHEN was the last time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is sooo embarrassing. my answer was....last year.&lt;br /&gt;the guy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gapped&lt;/span&gt; at me. erm..can say it is an expected respond.&lt;br /&gt;i never even thought of 'whats going on' with my hair since last yr kayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst still, my hair has an extraordinary amount of 'strands', THICK and BLACK 'strands' millions, billions, zillionzzz and what ever -llionss lar!!  which 'amused' the poor guy. u can see that the amount of my hairssss which was snipped off, scattered all around the floor , and in HEAPS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, i really pity him. the scissor went snip, snip, snip, for like 45 min or MORE, NON-STOP. and my hair still look so thick. He did his best in trimming.i bet his hand aching like mad dy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i seldom get my hair cut--to prevent this kind of embarrassment. (lame excuse.) anyway, i dun like to get my hair cut, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;And i surprisingly made my decision to cut it SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;lucky i was with sue....prevent me from turning back.&lt;br /&gt;but the outcome was not bad lar, i quite like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all his hard work of sniping and trimming, my hair is now short.&lt;br /&gt;But still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Which he say----'this is the MAXIMUM already larr..' .....which i had to giv up lo..&lt;br /&gt;haihz..just hope it will DROP OFF  (not all though..leave some to cover my scalp will do.)&lt;br /&gt;...genetic problem anyway.. my mom's hair is almost as thick as mine.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....., this 'guy, 'he' or whatever.. that i mentioned above, is super cute! or..i can say, very 'preety'? hmm..depends on your taste lar.. can say the whole shop is full of beautiful people, but sue likes him the most..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls , or maybe boys.. who are interested  can  go to  'Wings' , which is infront  of  UPTOWN building.It's unisex.dun worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6402008544224794806?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6402008544224794806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6402008544224794806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6402008544224794806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6402008544224794806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-tripto-saloon.html' title='my trip...to the saloon.'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3115253034330742293</id><published>2007-12-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:45:24.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><title type='text'>what the...</title><content type='html'>okayyy.....i was in this metro bus this evening from KL back to my home, when i encounter this weird fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, is a Malay guy i suppose, or a rather tanned skin chinese guy(didnt look properly), boarded this bus the same time as me, and sat right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so very normal.&lt;br /&gt;Until he started to SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH, he started "hissing", mumbling, and KICKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asleep before that then. Woke up blurly to find someone kicking now and then behind me..&lt;br /&gt;and GOSH, it lasted till i reach my stop. So damn annoyed and...very curious what kind of DREAM he IS having.  kena 'jampi' or sumthing izit???&lt;br /&gt;if u snore, is ok la, but please minus all the action stuff larrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, not that he can control also...but STILLL.. not when everyone is super awake looking at u larr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-3115253034330742293?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3115253034330742293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3115253034330742293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3115253034330742293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3115253034330742293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/what.html' title='what the...'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6579677366042301889</id><published>2007-12-06T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reco'/><title type='text'>exam ^ends, then???</title><content type='html'>i got this after exam sickness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during exam, the urge of watching movies, playing and fooling around is soo strong. But then after exam, the plug like ---drop off dy...the switch went off, found nothing interesting to me at all... so cham, play also cannot concentrate...will go work next week though. Getting up and doing something really helps ALOT!!! this is my feeling after i made this-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dYOdFk9mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h1uiNRRlrmc/s1600-h/shuwen2008+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140674505016145506" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dYOdFk9mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h1uiNRRlrmc/s320/shuwen2008+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;its yummylicious!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite easy, but u need to grab the 'skill' of making la, then everything will come easy after dat lo...me 1st time doing this...haha...it turn out really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dau9Fk9pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/y8Ttv9nWXl4/s1600-h/shuwen2008+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140677262385149586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dau9Fk9pI/AAAAAAAAAMc/y8Ttv9nWXl4/s320/shuwen2008+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho........^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the processs~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1db79Fk9qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H0cF69uAzfI/s1600-h/shuwen2008+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140678585235076770" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1db79Fk9qI/AAAAAAAAAMk/H0cF69uAzfI/s200/shuwen2008+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dcQtFk9rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/l0oNScuUtwc/s1600-h/shuwen2008+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140678941717362354" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dcQtFk9rI/AAAAAAAAAMs/l0oNScuUtwc/s200/shuwen2008+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice seasoning with 'cuka', and spreading it on seaweed..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dddNFk9sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DzZJzM3PiiI/s1600-h/shuwen2008+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140680255977354946" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dddNFk9sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DzZJzM3PiiI/s200/shuwen2008+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1deEtFk9tI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6I-pJF8TMpM/s1600-h/shuwen2008+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140680934582187730" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1deEtFk9tI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6I-pJF8TMpM/s200/shuwen2008+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;the compressing part was done by the brown bamboo sheet, quite hard at first, then a few times after that, is PERFECTO~!!! easy easy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutting----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dfj9Fk9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/3afxD82wiKA/s1600-h/shuwen2008+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140682570964727522" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dfj9Fk9uI/AAAAAAAAANE/3afxD82wiKA/s200/shuwen2008+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1df9tFk9vI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gw523Ec9zoc/s1600-h/shuwen2008+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140683013346359026" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1df9tFk9vI/AAAAAAAAANM/Gw523Ec9zoc/s200/shuwen2008+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite cacat-ed actually...this is the 1st try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D outcome~~~&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dgsNFk9wI/AAAAAAAAANU/WGdY6VKFksI/s1600-h/shuwen2008+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140683812210276098" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dgsNFk9wI/AAAAAAAAANU/WGdY6VKFksI/s320/shuwen2008+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hrs of work------PAID OFF!! できました～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha-----失败是成功之母&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;：&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my~ 失败 ---作品~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1diYNFk9yI/AAAAAAAAANg/_tY76ncfIZU/s1600-h/shuwen2008+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140685667636148002" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1diYNFk9yI/AAAAAAAAANg/_tY76ncfIZU/s320/shuwen2008+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ｈｍｍ....art work...haha....dats for our dinner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihz...distributed here and there...&lt;br /&gt;to my dear neighbours lar....cuz i owe them lots...putting up with my dog, and me.&lt;br /&gt;bet they cursed us like mad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i m also a NiCE + ConSiDErate neighbour la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;by the way, very sorry that can't join u guys in genting although i really want to lar..&lt;br /&gt;cuz, i m going for Richard Clayderman's performance on 21st of Dec!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, guess lots of ppl dunno who is he......&lt;br /&gt;he is not the singer, dancer, whatever~~~he is the PIANIST!!!!OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;there u go~~~&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/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dmzNFk9zI/AAAAAAAAANo/BPcAoPmv8QQ/s1600-h/rc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140690529539127090" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dmzNFk9zI/AAAAAAAAANo/BPcAoPmv8QQ/s320/rc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;he is realll popular in music industry!!!and he maintained his position in this league for like---30 yrs!!! Marriage D' Amour, Ballade Pour Adeline, Moonlight Sonata and others were pieces that i played since i was keci' keci' and even got some of his cds!! of coz i not that fanatic to buy the whole collection lar...no $$ le...erm...he is not my idol larr...just someone so damn successful in this league that i hope to be......&lt;br /&gt;dream dream dream......~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;okayyyy, he will be having a performance in Arena of Stars in Genting on 21st of Dec this yr...&lt;br /&gt;erm..those who are interested better be fast, tickets i not sure got sumore anot...i book in early nov , already half gone ady....haha..try your luck lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i have to skip class trip.....can't be going there twice rite?! very very sorry...haha...will c u guys on~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Result Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i would also like to reco----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Kitarō!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1drTNFk90I/AAAAAAAAANw/FYUMBC2UIDE/s1600-h/Kitaroforposter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140695477341452098" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1drTNFk90I/AAAAAAAAANw/FYUMBC2UIDE/s320/Kitaroforposter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kitarō (喜多郎) (born Masanori Takahashi (高橋正則 Takahashi Masanori) on February 4, 1953, in Toyohashi, Aichi Prefecture, Japan) is a composer and multi-instrumentalist. His stage name was given later by friends because of a Japanese television anime character named Kitarō, from Ge Ge Ge no Kitarō. He is not a classical composer, but a ----i duno how to call dat..His music pieces that he perform are multi instrumental and is super IMPRESSIVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this 'Love and Peace' Tour , which came to Malaysia in 30th of Nov and 1st of Dec---exam. Cant go. i went last year though.....haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who neva heard him b4,&lt;br /&gt;JUST TRY LISTENING, AND U WILL KNOW WHAT I MEAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6579677366042301889?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6579677366042301889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6579677366042301889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6579677366042301889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6579677366042301889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/exam-ends-then.html' title='exam ^ends, then???'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R1dYOdFk9mI/AAAAAAAAAMM/h1uiNRRlrmc/s72-c/shuwen2008+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6541963858191451024</id><published>2007-12-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:03:56.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reco'/><title type='text'>Jobs AVAILABLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;okayy..........i know this is just after exam...still no harm asking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE interested in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PROFESSIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;INSURANCE AGENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(American International Assurance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet most of u guys heard about it before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Qualification&lt;/span&gt;s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----age limit: 17 yrs old and above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tHAT'S ALL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ADVANTAGES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;----Free coaching, motivation, communication skills, Grooming, etc etc provided by AIA. (still learn loads even if u decided to quit half-way, and it is super useful in fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;----agent contract not bonded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;----Take the *PCE EXAM, which is &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;life-time&lt;/span&gt;,it is simple, and u can began selling and earning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;----can even sell when u go to uni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----EARNING 35% of the 1st yr premium per insurance policy u sell(last for 6 yrs--as long as you are still an agent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----to be one, you only have to pay RM60 for *PCE exam, which may be reimbursed (depends on situation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;----flexible work time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;----free traveling ( terms and condition applied)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U WILL BE HAVING AN EXPERIENCED TRAINER TO GUIDE U ALONG..&lt;br /&gt;.....and a professional training department from AIA too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG chance to learn loads!!and EARN $$ as well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;012-9243492&lt;/span&gt; (which is me--) ,if u want to know more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or SMS will do too!--&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don't mind explaining further&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring ur friends in 2 if u shy shy lar...very good opportunity to learn something during the long hols.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; BY THE WAY&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;pay&lt;/span&gt; is really out of expectations&lt;br /&gt;---must + &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;u WILLING to learn and work &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: DUN mistaken that u need to go &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;door to door&lt;/span&gt; yea...that method of selling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUTDATED&lt;/span&gt; already...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3329376366729743288-6541963858191451024?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6541963858191451024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6541963858191451024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6541963858191451024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6541963858191451024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/12/jobs-available.html' title='Jobs AVAILABLE!!!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-527494969325548578</id><published>2007-11-28T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hut'/><title type='text'>Thank you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the wishes from everybody..&lt;br /&gt;First time receiving so many wishes on my Birthday..usually those at the end of the yr are the forgotten ones..haha...this will be the best present i received for this yr lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...actualy i celebrated my bday 2 days ago with my mum. my mum's bday was yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and it was being brought fwd just because my brother sooo wanted to eat the cake, bugged my father to bought it --under the tittle of "celebrating for mummy and chehcheh"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01F-yWuaFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yFpGA57Hguc/s1600-h/shuwen2008+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137839694870898770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01F-yWuaFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yFpGA57Hguc/s320/shuwen2008+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The mouse and the cake....&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/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01GqSWuaGI/AAAAAAAAALA/GadLJlWJy4E/s1600-h/shuwen2008+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137840442195208290" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01GqSWuaGI/AAAAAAAAALA/GadLJlWJy4E/s200/shuwen2008+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01G7iWuaHI/AAAAAAAAALI/oChn21OS_R8/s1600-h/shuwen2008+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137840738547951730" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01G7iWuaHI/AAAAAAAAALI/oChn21OS_R8/s200/shuwen2008+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01HfCWuaII/AAAAAAAAALQ/R6Qwoa3JI9U/s1600-h/shuwen2008+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137841348433307778" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01HfCWuaII/AAAAAAAAALQ/R6Qwoa3JI9U/s200/shuwen2008+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WHOSE BIRTHDAY??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-------THE MOUSE'S , &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mouse almost did everything, from lighting the candle to wishing..&lt;br /&gt;i did the cutting...and he did the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EATING&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01J-SWuaKI/AAAAAAAAALg/0wAHx0OQ9JM/s1600-h/shuwen2008+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137844084327475362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01J-SWuaKI/AAAAAAAAALg/0wAHx0OQ9JM/s320/shuwen2008+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;The mouse's favorite----Black Forest-( gone with the wind liao..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;haha.....i got this actually....&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ta--da--!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01Q2CWuaNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MuBplTZ5Uh0/s1600-h/shuwen2008+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137851639174949074" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01Q2CWuaNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/MuBplTZ5Uh0/s320/shuwen2008+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01RXyWuaOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iZt67A4YAM0/s1600-h/shuwen2008+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137852218995534050" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01RXyWuaOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iZt67A4YAM0/s320/shuwen2008+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Thanks ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lets just skip d exam part ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My birthday was wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;---&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without it ....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-527494969325548578?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/527494969325548578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=527494969325548578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/527494969325548578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/527494969325548578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you..'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/R01F-yWuaFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yFpGA57Hguc/s72-c/shuwen2008+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-8097966619463830118</id><published>2007-11-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hut'/><title type='text'>FRUSTRATION-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;WATER SYS IN MY ROOM'S TOILET CONDUCTS ELECTRICITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I SWEAR that -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME-&lt;/span&gt; NOT LYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;100% sure that the electric shock i got is not &lt;strong&gt;VIBRATION&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;100% sure that i m not mental,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the technician( or what u call him??)  says there is &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt; that my water system have current in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD knows what happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father &lt;strong&gt;ASSUMED&lt;/strong&gt; that it is &lt;strong&gt;VIBRATION&lt;/strong&gt; at the first time when the technician came,&lt;br /&gt;and i looked like 3 year old kid lying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--- " ma...i saw angel..."---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so stupid.&lt;/span&gt; the technicain just looked at me as if i had gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;so ngam, that there is no current flow.( it will come after letting the water run for some time--exp:when u are bathing/washing ur face..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for the second time, my parents tried it themself and felt the sizzling sensation....ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;still, the technician &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; give an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;just told us to change the whole metal thing off, and he insisted that it has nothing to do with that metal coated stuff on my shower and basin. er...my basin is not metal coated, just a white chunk of --i forgot what it is called--just normally what u have at home lar!!!and after turning off the water tap, the water doesnt flow that fast to the bottom rite? so i touch the remaining water in the sink..-and got a good shock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just so stupid. the water from the shower head is fine, cant feel the 'sizzling' sensation bcoz the water is too --unconcentrated. but u wil go NUMB after that...i mean the whole of ur body.&lt;br /&gt;same with brushing teeth and other stuff, i had to run to the kitchen to wash colgate out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO , in the end i came up with a solution.&lt;br /&gt;----I finish everthing within 1 min, before the current starts to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;AND my younger bro thinks it is soo &lt;strong&gt;FUNNY&lt;/strong&gt; to c &lt;em&gt;cheh cheh&lt;/em&gt; rushing down to d kitchen sink to wash her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-8097966619463830118?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/8097966619463830118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=8097966619463830118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8097966619463830118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/8097966619463830118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/frustration.html' title='FRUSTRATION-'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6217028018644531411</id><published>2007-11-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>sweet neighbours.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have rows of really nice neighbours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beside, infront, and the back ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;exams are soo stressful,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; throw my temper around as i like,&lt;br /&gt;or either my books on the floor as i WISH to,&lt;br /&gt;SO, i throw my fingers on my piano keys and play all kinds of rubbish AS I WISH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;PITY&lt;/span&gt; what my neighbours hear... &gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA....and it was 2 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;hm....i wonder thats why i kept getting flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL, this is not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;1 day before my music practical exam,&lt;br /&gt;i played those irratating scales up and down,&lt;br /&gt;repeating it again and again,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.....it started from 12pm in the noon till 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....my neighbours are &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WONDERFUL .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THANKS LOADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have not got any complaint.....&lt;/span&gt;YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my way of releasing stress is working super efficiently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRY IT--for those who feel like jumpng off from tall building&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; -which is much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; more troublesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6217028018644531411?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6217028018644531411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6217028018644531411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6217028018644531411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6217028018644531411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-neighbours.html' title='sweet neighbours.....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5935405545718982145</id><published>2007-10-06T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:08:35.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reco'/><title type='text'>Nodame no Cantabile</title><content type='html'>Recently watched this japanese drama , and find it hilarious, and it was &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jdrama addicts should watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just a simple synopsis:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118189776742646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rwd2fA_IBCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/71fdAAwehNc/s320/tamaki2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Megumi Noda, or "Nodame," is a piano student at Momogaoka College of Music. Although she is an extremely talented pianist who can play by ear, she can't read music. She also hates to take a bath or clean her room. For her daily meals, she usually grabs something out of her friend's lunchbox. Nodame soon falls in love with Momogaoka's top student, Shinichi Chiaki. Born into a musical family, he plays the piano and violin brilliantly. Although his major is piano, he has secret ambitions to become a conductor. Based on the big hit comic book by Tomoko Ninomiya, this is the comedy of two completely different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nodame_Cantabile" target="_blank"&gt;s.com/Nodame_Cantabile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rwd20Q_IBDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YnTVttgj0W4/s1600-h/nc156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118190141814866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rwd20Q_IBDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/YnTVttgj0W4/s320/nc156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The main ochestra members..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RweEIA_IBGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BueApzTwfOo/s1600-h/14584ed1def05d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118204774768444514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RweEIA_IBGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BueApzTwfOo/s320/14584ed1def05d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RweFMw_IBII/AAAAAAAAAJw/45U-QF0Snfs/s1600-h/tpi07_img02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118205955884450946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RweFMw_IBII/AAAAAAAAAJw/45U-QF0Snfs/s320/tpi07_img02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And............the cute mascot!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only meant for those who know music, overall, it is interesting!! and the story plot moves on preety nicely! The 2 main cast is exceptionaly CUTE! esp ueno juri, she really suits the character of Noadame, and Hiroshi Tamaki, quite different from other dramas he was in, took on the big role here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the uploads can be found in &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/&lt;/a&gt; ....hahaha.... most of the piano/violin recitals are great!&lt;/p&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, nodame in this drama really looks like my japanese host sister--miyo( the one on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RxBhQg_IBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/curGgKJMNzU/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120699712680756370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RxBhQg_IBJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/curGgKJMNzU/s320/Copy+of+Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the same personality, more on the children site, can be really kiddy, loves all the kids food, and even looks alike with nodame in the series...haha...by the way, she is a speech therapist.like her alot!! haha..except the biggest difference between her and nodame is that her room is super neat and clean, totally opposite from nodame..and she will be coming to Malaysia this Dec!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5935405545718982145?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5935405545718982145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5935405545718982145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5935405545718982145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5935405545718982145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Nodame no Cantabile'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rwd2fA_IBCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/71fdAAwehNc/s72-c/tamaki2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6804534799943895968</id><published>2007-10-02T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Troublesome....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one month plus to my final exam--STPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like me who dont go tuition...except math, find it a hard time crashing all tuitions in a month. seminars, intensive, haha...i got myself for bio, math and general paper....will suffer the whole month!!&lt;br /&gt;that bio tuition today, is at Pudu. really take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of efforts to make it to that place. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Puchong, take bus to KL Kota raya, then walk to Masjid Jamek, Take transit to Pudu, then walk to that place. By the time you reach there, already damn tired liao...have to sit there 2-3 hrs sumore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the other way, drive to the transit station at sri petaling, park the car there the whole day, and take transit to pudu.this will be shorter...but, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I DON'T HAV A CAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, not really needing 1 now, not that desperate yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i started disliking KL dunno since when, everytime go there and end up dead tired to reach home. And the cloths u wear will smell like u went into the casino. Seriously, i hope Malaysia's air quality will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IMPROVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will be spending ALL my holidays in KL......T_T...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.... i ate Sundae at Mc today with my friend...first time eating Sundae...And it was freaky SWEET!!! there wont be a second time for me. Hope to go NewZealand....to taste their ice cream!!! 1 day flight will be enough!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PS: and thats the best part for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6804534799943895968?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6804534799943895968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6804534799943895968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6804534799943895968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6804534799943895968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/hectic-day.html' title='Troublesome....'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5937000947161595780</id><published>2007-10-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>holidays.....sounds so great</title><content type='html'>PMR 假期早就开始了。正式来讲， 今天是第一天， 被我浪费了!!&lt;br /&gt;明天又要去图书馆。。&lt;br /&gt;马来西亚哪个学生假期是不用读书的。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;每次假期后就考试了。。&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;真的考到很想上吊&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;开玩笑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我还不想那么早死&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的考到去死的话 就太&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;冤枉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;没有第二条路了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5937000947161595780?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5937000947161595780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5937000947161595780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5937000947161595780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5937000947161595780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidayssounds-so-great.html' title='holidays.....sounds so great'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6147601239624081928</id><published>2007-09-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:11:04.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><title type='text'>Attention!!Attention!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All posts on my Youth Exchange are all EXCEPTIONALY long....................!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a detail sharing by me..may sounds a bit long winded, but i wil try to make it 'SHORT'.there are just soo many interesting happenings there that i hope to share here, i even cut some of it, or else it will be SUPER long... it would be better to read from day 1 onwards, IF you have the time lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There will be a total of 20 posts. I will get it all done at the end!! hope my patience last long..&lt;br /&gt;really takes time to finish 1 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My advice&lt;/span&gt;:: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;those who are interested to go on a youth exchange, student exchange, or whatsoever exchange, GO!! And it will be life time experience. By the way, there is age limit too.&lt;br /&gt;for Lions Club, 21 yrs old is the limit. others , i m not so sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6147601239624081928?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6147601239624081928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6147601239624081928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6147601239624081928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6147601239624081928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/attentionattention.html' title='Attention!!Attention!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-7245008671363872900</id><published>2007-09-28T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>过滤器---.....___</title><content type='html'>最近心情很糟。很多事都办不好。结果让很多人生气。也让自己很难过。&lt;br /&gt;不过， 难过的事情越是去记， 心情就会越来越糟。。。。&lt;br /&gt;所以。。。。&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;全部丢掉了!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。。。。。剩下的只是感言而已咯!&lt;br /&gt;(已经过滤了。。。。)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;读过 science stream 的 应该有做过 titration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;我超喜欢那个experiment!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-7245008671363872900?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7245008671363872900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=7245008671363872900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7245008671363872900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7245008671363872900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='过滤器---.....___'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-7026376370413115335</id><published>2007-09-24T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:08:21.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste Buds...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Japan ^-^ Part 4.(Day 5) Bak-kut-teh</title><content type='html'>Got an as usual breakfast...plus --FISH EGG. just like those orangie thing above the shushi that we can get in jusco supermarket, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bigger!! taste was almost the same, but sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, okaasan decided to let me have a round in the hospital, walking around and seeing stuff. Made lots of friends!! they were devided into 3 types of staff. The girls in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;reen uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are receptionist, taking part in helping and handling phone calls, deskjobs. And those in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, are nurse trainees. Last, those in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are qualified nurses. There is also 2 nurseman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdCJw_IAuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dExEXUUuMkc/s1600-h/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113628637438411490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdCJw_IAuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dExEXUUuMkc/s320/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;really dedecated nurses they are. It is different when they are at work, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sooo &lt;strong&gt;serious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;i am also raelly afraid to kacau them..But they were friendly, just like a BIG family. Some of them stay at the dorm nearby, which belongs to the Tanaka's. Their youngest daughter, Miyo lives there too!.....it is just like an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdDSQ_IAvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TxT5TbxodPw/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113629882978927346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdDSQ_IAvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TxT5TbxodPw/s320/Picture+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is Yui at the door connecting the house and the hospital..She is sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There, i saw the microscopic thing which goes through a tube down into the patients stomach, colon, to trace and get infected speciment, or growth. It was tough for the patient to roll around and swallow the long tube..later onwards, i also witness a hand operation, the patient has a growth in the joint of his thumb, and Mr. Tanaka, as the attending doctor, just simply slit open after using ball pen to mark the length of slit, and of course applying iodine to prevent infection. my eyes grow really big when i see him stuff a long bandage cloth into the small slit to stop blood flow, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pull it out&lt;/span&gt; @_@&lt;/strong&gt; !! overall, learn lots today, i m just so glad that i can understand their explanation although with lots of help in chinese wording. Most of the name of sickness are complicated, so Natsuki( the trainee who help me along) jot down kanji in my notebook along the way, and it helps alot!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, had luch, and met up with Takami san ( she works as a volunteer in the hospital). She is a Newspaper Reporter , and ask lots about Malaysia , Youth Exchange , from me. She did ask permission from me to wirte an article about me....wonder did i came out in the newspaper... After that, Takami san and okaasan brought me to a house just across the hospital. The owner Hideki san was a vegetable, and he recovers slowly, and he can even write now! usually he will sit up and watch TV...He looks great and healthy ! although he is currently under treatment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdKYA_IAxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S0jfOs6pPwU/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113637678344569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdKYA_IAxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S0jfOs6pPwU/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Back row: okaasan, Takami san, me //Front row, Mr Hideki and his wife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visit, Uchidasan, 1 of the nurseman, brought me to post office to send New Year greetings to my parents and it cost 90 yen each to Malaysia. Less than RM3.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tanaka's Old folks home for a visit. Quite same with Yoshino's.. The old folks are really cute. Man grows 1 way physically, from baby to teenage, adult, and older. But the mind set is a CYCLE, for most of us human. The old folks is just like children, and are lovable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdMdw_IAyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-oFGfoM6J6Y/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113639976152072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdMdw_IAyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-oFGfoM6J6Y/s320/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Me and one of the aunty...the aunty behind is carrying a doll, and just cant be separate from it....^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reach home, Tanaka's eldest daughther brought her family around and Hikaru chan, the smallest, shich is around a few months old was super cute and chubby..haha..with saliva all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdEGg_IAwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m7gmwXGgeDI/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113630780627092226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdEGg_IAwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/m7gmwXGgeDI/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The cute Hika-chan...haha...the two labs behind are as adorable..Love them all!! and are really protective towards little Hika!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i cooked Malaysia's Bak-kut-teh for them. Cant believe i actually can serve it up...haha...not bad.. not bad...without training before i came too! Well, i just bought the spices packet and bought the ingredients written behind the packet there, and just...follow instruction....haha...they said 'ooishii! ooishii!' but dunno real or not..haha..i think is ok lar...Icchan, okaasan's friend, which is a good cook, came to help around! She is cute.. Kana came 2! And we made okonomiyaki together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdYYA_IA5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sDX2j5zNwNc/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113653071507358610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdYYA_IA5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/sDX2j5zNwNc/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;delicious &lt;strong&gt;okonomiyaki( in round plate)&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;dango( round thing in sticks).&lt;/strong&gt; Dango here is alot more delicious than those i got in Malaysia's Bon Odori- half cooked, and rock hard in the middle..this was soft! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdOog_IAzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4bYQej0ZyRw/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113642359858922290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdOog_IAzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4bYQej0ZyRw/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;bak-kut-teh&lt;/strong&gt;( stew with spices, tohu, mushrooms, boiled eggs, vege and others)&lt;br /&gt;i realise that here, they dun have big pots or big kuali, everything is miniature size..i m lucky because i live next to a hospital...and that pot carrying the stew was really old! too bad...that's the biggest. and i m cooking for more than 10 person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdUaQ_IA2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/JegFMQB1WNU/s1600-h/onigiri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113648712115553122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdUaQ_IA2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/JegFMQB1WNU/s320/onigiri.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Kana and me:Onigiri making...the shape is out...i m bad...haha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdRzQ_IA0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9wKGWmCmck4/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113645843077399362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdRzQ_IA0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9wKGWmCmck4/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;haha.. i m halfway calling out... from right: sanae, me, nao, Kayo and hika, Hitomi, and Natsuki with Yura( eldest sis' daughther) below&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdZiw_IA6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gGfjhaO_L74/s1600-h/eating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113654355702580130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdZiw_IA6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gGfjhaO_L74/s320/eating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, even when eating, nobody sat cross legged!!!haha...all nice and proper..all eating together...haha...my stew(pot in the middle) went off really fast.. most of the young staff in the hospital came..the elders are quite busy...still working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdXBw_IA4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/sVG_ux-UkWs/s1600-h/family+photo+eith+yura+and+miyo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113651589743641474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdXBw_IA4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/sVG_ux-UkWs/s320/family+photo+eith+yura+and+miyo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaasan, Miyo( her second daughter) with Yura , and me with Hika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, all of us went to karaoke, i took a drink....but didnt finish it..haha..if not i will be sleepwalking home...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdbSw_IA7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JLfposylG4Q/s1600-h/karaoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113656279847928754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdbSw_IA7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/JLfposylG4Q/s320/karaoke.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was all over for today...And heard the girls saying they will need to go to another school later for volley practise! It is like 9 pm to 10...so i went along to watch..but ended up playing badminton with shoukosan( the head nurse), and loose throughout!! wow...they are good in sports!! when they ask me what i m good in,and what i use to represent, i was like...(ya, i can play anything, but talking about representing...that's too far away!! but here, almost everybody is good in one or another sports!ooh..i felt so small o_o) Half of the staffs joined into a team representing Kunitomi Prefecture, anad won 3rd for Girl's Volleyball Chapionship in the national game before this. Even some of the elder nurses are in the game too, and are good in it! They practises almost every night. And the Tanakas own this team. Uchidasan, the nurseman in the hospital, is one of the couch. The other coach (er..i forgot his name) actually coached Malaysia's Volley team in Selangor before coaching their team. He used to stay in Malaysia for yrs, before returning to Japan. really professional!! Their practise was superb! and i never thought they are such professional players!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rvdd8A_IA8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ab-B7TTAZxM/s1600-h/volleyballteam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113659187540788162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/Rvdd8A_IA8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ab-B7TTAZxM/s320/volleyballteam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The team..there is otousan at the left corner, and uchidasan at the right. The girl holding the cert is Kumi, which is the leader. And my friends are all in. hahaha...it was a surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-7026376370413115335?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/7026376370413115335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=7026376370413115335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7026376370413115335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/7026376370413115335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan-part-4day-5.html' title='Japan ^-^ Part 4.(Day 5) Bak-kut-teh'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvdCJw_IAuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dExEXUUuMkc/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-5403625888424727998</id><published>2007-09-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:08:21.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Japan ^-^ Part 3.(Day 4) Fluorante Illumination</title><content type='html'>Went jogging in 6.00 am. the brightness was like 6.45am in Malaysia. I wore t-shirt and long pants, before i can go out, i was told to put on another long pants and another jacket!! and it was really cold!! the plce that we went is more likely a paddy field...Miyazaki is not exactly a big city like tokyo, and this is the part that i love best of all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaDPw_IAeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u3aF5LyhXz0/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418733796721122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaDPw_IAeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u3aF5LyhXz0/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaDyQ_IAfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aJlBR_R8tuk/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113419326502207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaDyQ_IAfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aJlBR_R8tuk/s320/Picture+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Otousan ,okaasan , Johnny and Arisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back around 8.30, had breakfast.Shiroi miso sup( which i get it EVERYDAY, and it taste nice!), umeboshi, rice and strawberry. I was introduce to furikake, a kind of addition to the rice, like adding some salt and seaweed plus your favourite flavor( egg/ seafood/ ika/ salmon) to your rice. it is in dry form, er.. a better and healthier version of seasoning. which, according to them, only kids add that, and i like it alot! The rice and miso sup that we had is prepared by the staff in the hospital, we got a share of the hospital food almost every meal, but it taste real good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was introduce to Tezuka Shouko san, the head nurse after that...she is a really nice lady, but very serious when come to work. She and okaasan was sending New year cards.Told me lots of interesting stuff...like 'takyubin' which means 宅急便， courier service. It is widely used there compare to mails. erm...depends, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaGPA_IAgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B0zZGW9kwtY/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113422019446702594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaGPA_IAgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B0zZGW9kwtY/s320/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;kaasan and shoukosan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, went with Sanae to do ' toge' --陶艺. before going there, we went to visit Yoshino's old folks home. ( my second host is the manager of 3 old folks home, they were actually affliated to my 1st host's hospital--before i came)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaQHQ_IAkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MP84lvPzN38/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113432881418994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaQHQ_IAkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MP84lvPzN38/s320/Picture+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'toge'--陶艺 well, i didn't make it, but just see how he make it, we have it in Malaysia's Sarawak too. I went to there when i was Standard 6.. Instead, me and Sanae each got an opportunity to decorate a mug made of toge. Of course, money matters too. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is free!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaPSQ_IAjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ysdwxSjwOG0/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113431970885927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaPSQ_IAjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ysdwxSjwOG0/s320/Picture+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The significant building of the place i 'made' 'toge'.District lion-kawano san's work place.He gave me this opportunity to visit this place! it's like a city, made for visitors, there are wine factory, restaurants, 'toge' centre, hotel, onsen, and lots of traditional features there. gift shops and boutique are also situated in that 'city'-----&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;( water's origin- written on the building)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaQrQ_IAlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V9Rcw4lRT60/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113433499894284882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaQrQ_IAlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V9Rcw4lRT60/s320/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sweet girl --Tamaki , who accompany us troughout the journey, showing us all the place around 'AYA' city. Thanks lot to her, she even made an effort to explain to me the process of wine making, in Japanese.She is really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaVfA_IAmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PFpbBhpXVwA/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113438786999026274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaVfA_IAmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/PFpbBhpXVwA/s320/Picture+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Katsu Kare' -- pORK cURRY RICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( direct translation) Although it is named curry, haha...it is far away from Malaysia's spicy level !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we took off to Miyazaki city with Kana, and Sanae. Both of them are receptionist in the hospital. There will be illuination in FLuorante- a place where lights deco are put up for christmas. Erm...i felt a bit weird there actually, Kana paid the bills for my entrance fee to see lights deco, where i can see almost everywhere in Malaysia's street. Anyway, it turn out to be really great---esp for couples. Its hard to get someone to take photos for the 3 of us, cause everyone seemed to be engaged, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUSY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvafCw_IArI/AAAAAAAAAF8/syjlJtmWu0g/s1600-h/Picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113449296783999666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvafCw_IArI/AAAAAAAAAF8/syjlJtmWu0g/s320/Picture+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it was really freezing outside.... From left, Sanae, me and Kana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we join otousan and okaasan at Bon-Bon Tei( a typical Japanese Bar)&lt;br /&gt;had some weird dishes....cnt remember the names..Later, we went to the Game centre which is just down the road. haha....we took 'puricura' --the photo vending machine&lt;br /&gt;( 大头贴 )。 Otousan claims that this is the first time coming to game centres and taking 'puricura' , haha...he doesnt look like a doctor here then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvabYQ_IApI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qq2M6ZG5z8A/s1600-h/DSCN1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113445268104675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvabYQ_IApI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qq2M6ZG5z8A/s320/DSCN1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At Bon-Bon Tei...-the bar counter::u can eat any of the food served on big plates on the table. All are weird to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvacPw_IAqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V02YVk-RjQw/s1600-h/DSCN1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113446221587415714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvacPw_IAqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/V02YVk-RjQw/s320/DSCN1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hahaha...cute otousan was like thinking what to do next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, there are lots of vending machines-'jidouhanbaiki' selling all sorts, ranging from food, drinks, to books and newspaper. i came across a weird one..the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soup machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....but didnt got a camera with me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-5403625888424727998?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/5403625888424727998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=5403625888424727998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5403625888424727998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/5403625888424727998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan-part-3day-4-fluorante.html' title='Japan ^-^ Part 3.(Day 4) Fluorante Illumination'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvaDPw_IAeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/u3aF5LyhXz0/s72-c/Picture+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-6707054384031628664</id><published>2007-09-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:07:56.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essence of LIFE'/><title type='text'>Beautiful faces</title><content type='html'>Went to Old Town's pasar today , with my mom and lil brother. &lt;br /&gt;Saw lots of beautiful faces. &lt;br /&gt;The 1 who made kuih bangkit, the flower aunty, the vegetable stall's old couple...and more....Although they are just a hawker, or fish monger or others in that pasar, they really have nice and kind face. And some of them are even well educated and knowledgeble. There was 1 Indian aunty who sells rempah like curry and assorments, could actually speak cantonese and some hokien!!!Spend lots of time studying and talking to some of them this morning while waiting for my mom to do her errands.Even saw a cows brain..er, head chope in to halves, so u can actually see the content. bio class...i actually stood that and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that surprises me most is the chicken stall at the corner of the chicken section. The uncle who run this stall have a really kind face! i stood in front of his stall for quite a long time. So i was observing it..i see through the process of him slaughtering the chickens. Although he is the one who catch the chicken out, his worker does the slaughtering job for him...the process of slaughtering of chinese stalls is different from the malay stalls according to my mom. From what i saw, the uncle's worker just slit the chicken's throat, and let it die off slowly. But for Malay stalls, most chop off the heads. Cant tell which is better.Dun quite like that scene. the squeling of the chickens which were caught is really unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i believe that that uncle does have a kind heart. Your personality does show on your facial expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-6707054384031628664?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/6707054384031628664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=6707054384031628664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6707054384031628664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/6707054384031628664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-faces.html' title='Beautiful faces'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-826670384946454510</id><published>2007-09-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:08:21.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Japan ^-^ Part 2.(Day 3)--snowing!!</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a bad leg ache...&lt;br /&gt;I convinced myself that i m in Japan, by staring around my bedroom...haha...that feeling of waking up in somebody's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYM6Q_IAXI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwMTK_-PJ-8/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113288622057455986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYM6Q_IAXI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwMTK_-PJ-8/s320/Picture+194.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room in Tanaka's House..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a beautiful breakfast....prepare by Mrs Tanaka.(haha..where got such thing at home wor...my mum will said: 'nothing better to do r??!!'..haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYqAg_IAaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x2V6od85BBM/s1600-h/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113320615268843938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYqAg_IAaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x2V6od85BBM/s320/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Breakfast~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, went with Mrs Tanaka and her two staffs who are same age with me, erm to accompany me lar...that's very nice of them..--Miyuki and Sanae. Mrs Tanaka drove us to , erm, she mention Coke factory...but halfway through she called the weather forecaster to ask if there is snow on the mountain, and we went up.It was a 2 hours drive and was like going up Genting Highlands. Never Ending. And for once, i really felt like vomitting.. I am so lucky, for the first time in my life, i see snow!!( jakun's comment..) but it felt quite similar.....haha...like ais kacang in Malaysia!! no wonder lar...(i played around with the ice kacang machine before that..) fingers freezing.... Mrs Tanaka even made a snow man!!! haha...it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYpLg_IAZI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZY2C7KzPqJQ/s1600-h/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113319704735777170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYpLg_IAZI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZY2C7KzPqJQ/s320/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYqdw_IAbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gp6qAHTdQY8/s1600-h/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113321117780017586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYqdw_IAbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gp6qAHTdQY8/s320/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sanae and me....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYrjA_IAcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-EfKoXfcvMU/s1600-h/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113322307485958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYrjA_IAcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-EfKoXfcvMU/s320/17+DEC+2006+SNOW+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;okaasan's snowman...made by twigs and snow..plus stones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eventually we went to the Coke Factory, according to them, the Coke Factory in Miyazaki can be visited by anyone.it was meant mainly for school kids, but at that time, so coincidently at our session there's only 4 of us. We sat at the big auditorium hall and listen to the emcee about production of coke and watched the slides. when we came out later, there is a big group of visitors which enters after us, which filled more than half of that auditorium...They are really erm...sincere?? dunno wether is it the right word..&lt;br /&gt;spend time to entertain us although there was only the 4 of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have Udon mee at a shop after the trip. IT WAS DELICIOUS!! The best i had ever tasted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYtSQ_IAdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hEIjhd1t0dM/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113324218746405330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYtSQ_IAdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hEIjhd1t0dM/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them the -- i call it" well devided" presents to my Tanaka family, where there is only Mrs and Mr Tanaka. I even made coffee for them! er,...it is the well-known Malaysia's Nescafe 3 in 1, --Almond flavor..Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I was told that there will be a Lions meeting of this Prefecture( something like Kuala Lumpur/ Puchong/ etc../) Before i went out, i took a bath. And for the first time in my life, i was told to use the bath tub, and in Japan, EVERYONE uses the same bath tub. No changing of water. Of course, took shower properly before entering la...dun dirty the water..I stepped into the bath tub, and immediately jumped out. The water was really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;!!!! LOOK at the temperature meter, and found that it was around 40 c ...Still, i went in, jumping around.. it was really relaxing when u got use to the temperature. When i looked up, found that the ceiling was dripping with water, ....vapourised water, then condensed, which drips on me later ....cold...&lt;br /&gt;i learn from them that their ceiling is made of some special material so that the vapour wont damage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, both host parents( i have two hosts-Tanaka and Yoshino::ref: part 1), gather at Sushiya( Sushi house). A traditional restaurant where chairs are not provided, --low tables with flat cushions to seat on--correction&gt;&gt; kneel on. for girls, it is impolite to sit cross legged, so everyone were on their knees, including me. Mens can choose, but those i saw, they kneel at first when meeting each other, and sat cross legged later on.I met with another girl -Chika who is departing for Malaysia, going to Subang Jaya,Selangor the day after tomorrow, and her family.Then more or less 20 ppl came fore the meeting. We had both country's theme song..er..i sang for Negaraku, but was not heard...erm, more correctly, i open my mouth to sing, but was not heard. i m the only Malaysian!! And the radio does the good job..really loud.We knelt through the whole process, around 45 min.. haha...i felt like screaming already.. So glad when time's up, to dine in the other room. i STOOD up actually, without falling over... But my mouth really drop when i saw the dinning room. The same arrangement, no chairs. So, continue kneeling through the dinner. I was praying for it to end soon, so that i can stand up!!! I actually ate raw fish..all sorts. Just try EVERYTHING. That's what i told myself before i came to Japan. But just a bit of everything la...the red chunk of raw fish taste horrible, the white one is ok though..We, me and Chika was served with sushi without wasabi.They actually melt wasabi in the sushi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese ate really fast. And all with chopstick, even when drinking soup. Seldom see spoons there , nor fork. Just plain chopsticks. Otousan(* Mr Tanaka, which i will mention as Otousan( father) fr here onwards) has a large collection of chopsticks, --chopsticks lover. Okaasan( * Mrs Tanaka (mum)) will buy a pair for him everywhere she went. Otousan was really cute when he shows me one of his favourite collection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYiAw_IAYI/AAAAAAAAADk/C1h0M6b_BWw/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113311823470788994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYiAw_IAYI/AAAAAAAAADk/C1h0M6b_BWw/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my host parents!! - Mr and Mrs Tanaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is only the 2nd day, and i had already experience the famous ground shaking of Japan...--&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;earthquakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....It was around 3am in the morning and i was half asleep..The whole situation around me was shaking ...not vigorously, and i thought i was dreaming...bad dream. so just covered myself with blanket..and tell myself--forget about it...as long as i dun see extra things in front of me, its all right... but the sound of pebbles falling from the rooftop was drilling in my mind...so, thats how i know i m not immagining things. I didnt brought the topic up immediately to my host parents, untill two days later...haha...i wanted to ask so much, but, just....cant remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:Just finish my trials..so hope to finish posting my homestay in JP as fast as possible before the next exam....my homestay in Japan is around 21 days...haha...i will post day by day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-826670384946454510?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/826670384946454510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=826670384946454510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/826670384946454510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/826670384946454510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan-part-2day-3-snowing.html' title='Japan ^-^ Part 2.(Day 3)--snowing!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvYM6Q_IAXI/AAAAAAAAADc/dwMTK_-PJ-8/s72-c/Picture+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-1166655705101423989</id><published>2007-09-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:08:51.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth Exchange~Japan 2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>Japan ^-^ Part 1.(Day 1 and 2)</title><content type='html'>Last December in 2006, I went on a Youth exchange programme to JAPAN, sponsered by Lions Club. It was really a memorable event that i would not forget in my life...and i would like to thank Lions club for giving me such opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the interview in mid year of 2006, and got this goden opportunity. I really enjoy throughout the process, the writting test, the interview, the blazar measurement, the minute when i knew i got it, the moment i went to the airport, the moment i met my host family and many many more events that i would like to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...but at the 1st day, which is the 16th of Dec, things really went out of my expectation. Arriving 1st at the airport before others, but end up last checking in. All because i m in my cargo pants...and the attire required should be &lt;strong&gt;FORMAL&lt;/strong&gt;. Harsh words by the Lions nevermind...still i had to end up buying a mens long pants at BONIA!! haihz...there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ladies boutique in KLIA, and there is no other shops other than BONIA, which is the only 1 which sells formal attire....&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS ME.....spend more than a hundred.......i will remeber that for my life time to be more careful in attires....haha...worst still, i m the 2nd one who kena, no wonder i got much more scolding than the 1st one..(met her in BONIA too....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvUusw_IAPI/AAAAAAAAACc/TKNFxRLmL1w/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113044298547855602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvUusw_IAPI/AAAAAAAAACc/TKNFxRLmL1w/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friends on the same group(some of them) to Fukuoka..at Singapore Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, after that we depart to Singapore in MAS. From Singapore, we took a transit to Fukuoka, Japan in Singapore Airlines. There were 5 batches to Japan, Nagoya, Kansai, Sapporo, Fukuoka, and Narita. Others took direct flight from KLIA to their destination in MAS except us, who need to take transit with SIA because there are no direct flight from KLIA...it was an enjoyable flight, although it is my first time flying for so long. I get to sit by the window to watch the horizons...haha....it was quite fun actually, to watch the clouds beneath us.....like 'jakun' ....never see before..... Flight is from 0110 (M'sia) till the next 6 hrs.....which is 0815 Japan time. Legs ache like anything, (that's the disadvantage of sitting by the window, u couldnt get out, unless u woke the other two beside u...) So i really sit still, through the flight.... Didn't get enough sleep, cause got flu....it was bad, sniffing all the way ....Overall, i m in &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; condition........&lt;br /&gt;One thing good, the plane food is luxurious!! and it doesnt taste as bad as i thought, itis delicious!! Orange juice pissed me off, 1st cup was refreshing, but the next, and ....like no ending........can feel the layer of my teeth peeling off (after effect of acidic drinks)....i took tea later on..... -_- I got to see the rising sun!! haha...maybe the 2nd time in my life..., i even saw the snow flakes on the window pane!!! looks like the ones u always see in christmas tree decoration *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVLGg_IAWI/AAAAAAAAADU/n_OEstqls-E/s1600-h/snow+flakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113075527255064930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVLGg_IAWI/AAAAAAAAADU/n_OEstqls-E/s320/snow+flakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looks like a crack on the window pane from here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was stated that it was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-54 c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outside...cant immagine.....haha...stupid question---why doesnt the plane froze....that was what i was interested in when i was in the plane.... then the temperature started to rise as it reaches ground. Snow flakes melt into small drops of water later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU4YQ_IARI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7TfgUNd15E/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113054941476815122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU4YQ_IARI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7TfgUNd15E/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Out of the window, lucky me , sitting just on the wings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reach Fukuoka airport, we got a big supprise!!!Lots of cameras flashing at us....wow....1st time( jakun...again) like star....haha..Blazar, although it is warming, but it did not cover my hands, it was freezing, and who says gloves make you warmer?? it went worse!!!But then, we got a real warm greeting by the Lions of Japan. We went to the conference room in Fukuoka Airport...lots of host families were waiting there, holding banners and all.... All of them seem to look alike to me, can't tell who is who...While seeking 'High and Low' for my host family in the big crowd, i hear lots of my new made friends calling out saying that they found theirs already...Then i end up with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;......all alone...haha...i was soo depressed at that time, then a Japanese family offer me to sit beside her...( felt like unwanted orphan)...haha...at least i get to know the taste without family, or somebody beside me. But then in the end i was with a group of friends who also dun have their host parents with them. And nearly fainted, when they told us we had to take &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to eah of our destination!!!! i thought our family was just coming &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;..didn't even inform us that we are going to take another route...plus plus together, we took the most flights among others---&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 rounds&lt;/span&gt;, where others who went to other destination only took to and fro --2 rounds!! Serves me right for always saying that the best part in a travel is during flights to destination..but i didnt know i would get so much at once.T_T &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Still, i think it was the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;best part&lt;/span&gt;..haha...maybe not at that time...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destination is to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which heard from the Japan Lions, will need 3 hrs of driving, and the other group, ( there were 2 groups) to Kagoshima, 5 hrs of car ride, so impossible to go by car ...at first we still think going by car, that time really think we 'habis' already ....so tired, still need to sit in car for so long...there are total of 7 ppl that are taking this 2nd transit.including me, among the 40 of the rest of them, so, i m damn &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"lucky"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...probability is 7/40 , and i got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvclUQ_IAsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jLJY3Rp6jfk/s1600-h/Picture+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113596931989832386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvclUQ_IAsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jLJY3Rp6jfk/s320/Picture+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Took this at fukuoka Airport, before taking domestic flight to Miyazaki.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvclwA_IAtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BRtAQQ8TBJA/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113597408731202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvclwA_IAtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BRtAQQ8TBJA/s320/Picture+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First Sight of Miyazaki.....i am still sitting on the wing...couldnt get a better sight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At last, we (3 of us from the total of 7) arrive after an hour ride with JAL. I met with my host parents. As there is only 3 of us, so 3 host family lo...&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;not yours then mine dy&lt;/span&gt;, not much option..haha...my banner was there( er...small cardboard la...), another aunt who was not in the photo surprise me with a hug...wow...i was quite.... (er...i dun know u well enough...) but that was before la...then my main host father and mother..plus another 2 lions which one of them is a manager of "Aya" no Jou's Onsen( it is a place where alot of visitors come to visit, something like disneyland, but nothing to do with disney or mickey mouse, just the city form that looks alike lar.. , which i will visit later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i know is, we are eating in a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I-Think-So-Damn-Expensive-&lt;/span&gt; French restaurant, btw my main host, although he is a manager of 3 old folks home, he drove a long Benz...I think car quite cheap there ( i think only la...)..cause most of the people i see seem to be driving big cars, no Protons or kancil there...haha... 1st time so embarrased, cant finish the food!!it aws damn expensive and the district Lion who took the bill for us...felt soooo bad...but really CAN'T finish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we we part with the district Lion, and went off with my host family.(* i will announce them as family from now). The aunt still with us, and i m damn curious why is she sticking with us, she look around her 40s, looks very typical Japanese, and really delicate and proper look.. They took me off shopping. Which was the last thing i want to do at that moment....Still i said hai hai, and went with them. The shopping they meant turn out to be at a supermarket, lots smaller than Tesco or Giant, maybe u can say it is a minimarket..but the price is no minimarket. haha...i went round and found Mentos!!! er it is more than RM3 by conversion...The aunt seem to be more like my host parents, was really warm, and i felt weird... she stuff lots of things which she bought under the name of 'us' into my room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU6iQ_IASI/AAAAAAAAAC0/16BHGFLte9w/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113057312298762530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU6iQ_IASI/AAAAAAAAAC0/16BHGFLte9w/s320/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The first shop i went into in Jp.. the expensive 'minimarket'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes nearly drop when the aunt said 'next' when we abroad the car..( i understand most of what they spoke, guessing game also play big roles in understanding) they turn to the BAKERY... remember...is Bakery!! and there is a wedding going on next door. They immediately said ikimassho! and pull me out of the car into the wedding hall. The wedding ended, but there were still some ppl( relatives i think..), drunk, for that old man.i remember him most. Went in and talk so much to the people there, took pics with the bride and bridegroom ( the bride was real prety, bridegroom also not bad..er..more to the preety side), introduce each other to me. They even gave me a small wedding gift which they distribute around...AND, which i found out later, that... they totally dun know each other, although living in the same place(sumthing like within Petaling Jaya)!! i thought they were relatives or what...neighbours&gt;&gt;??? hah...and they talk like they know each other for yrs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU95w_IATI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6W_ITtkeNrA/s1600-h/wedding+japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113061014560571698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvU95w_IATI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6W_ITtkeNrA/s320/wedding+japan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the couple.....---haha....^^Just Married^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, ANOTHER SURPRISE. I seem to get lots of unexpected on that day...&lt;br /&gt;I am not staying with my host parents, but with the aunt. Actually quite near from the aunt's house(* will name her Tanaka fr now) so, which means that those presents that i brought from Malysia , everthing has to split into two. Not enough to distribute!! when i arrived, another surprise. She is a nurse, her husband is a doc. They own a hospital just beside their house, and some pharmacies further down in the same road. Hospital connected..to house. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVHGQ_IAUI/AAAAAAAAADE/zlsQuh7ejX8/s1600-h/Picture+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071124913586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVHGQ_IAUI/AAAAAAAAADE/zlsQuh7ejX8/s320/Picture+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The 'genkan'(maindoor) beside on the right is the Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVHog_IAVI/AAAAAAAAADM/nCqJjYmKVCc/s1600-h/Picture+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113071713324106066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvVHog_IAVI/AAAAAAAAADM/nCqJjYmKVCc/s320/Picture+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view of the hospital...half view from side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st time see.(definitely not from jakun's prospective now. i never seen any in Malaysia) They even provide a room just for me. And Mrs Tanaka got her staffs to decorate for me, thank her alot...and the staffs too, which means i made lots of friends.The room,plus a TV. I NEVER get personal TV in my life before le.. Then later, i learn that i will be staying in the aunts house for a longer period than my main host family. Called my parents, just to inform that i arrive.i really dunno how to explain the whole story of where i ended up when they ask me how was it. They didnt quite get what i mean actually, which i learn from them after i returm home. haha...they said, as long as they hear that i got a house to stay, got food, got ppl around, then OK!, Told me to take care , then say bye bye....(sweat....) I was so scared of being sold off le...cause goes into different hands mar...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During night time, my main host came to Tanaka's house to pick me up, to introduce my self to their family members. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(* they will be the Yoshino-s)&lt;/span&gt; actually they was asking me to walk over, but as they saw my dumbstruck face....haha...no joke walking alone in streets of Malaysia at 8.30 pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reach home(Tanaka), it was late. and then only i saw Mr. Tanaka. the doctor from next door's hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really exhausting first and 2nd day....no more surprise during bed time then, the whole day was full of unexpectations.At last get to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;but my legs ache like anything!!!! ( due to the long sitting in plane, no leg stretching for such long hours...)and i felt like dying... tired and pain as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature is around 6c, although with warmers ( hot-cond---hot air conditional) on in my room, i felt icy cold in hands and legs. Got up during midnight to wear LongJohns ('siao' dy...after the 1st 2 days, i wore night cloths that i wear in Malaysia to sleep), gloves, and socks(wool), but felt no better, still soo cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...it was exhausting.....even when i come to think of it...never had such days before . real time experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS: Different country different smell, and i like the smell of Miyazaki.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-1166655705101423989?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1166655705101423989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=1166655705101423989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1166655705101423989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1166655705101423989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan-part-1day-1-and-2.html' title='Japan ^-^ Part 1.(Day 1 and 2)'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvUusw_IAPI/AAAAAAAAACc/TKNFxRLmL1w/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-1553392587912884078</id><published>2007-09-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:07:24.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>eXam's OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>I am soo glad that it end today...but i am also so damn sure that i didn do well in it......&lt;br /&gt;that paper was tough, although i manage to write for all question will lots of unsure answer except for the vector and geometry deductive questions....i was jumping over it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA....its over, atleast...for now. 2 more months to go before the real one!! maybe less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aim for the best, hope for the best, and do it all!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WORK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that i will take at least 2 days break...just for a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-1553392587912884078?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1553392587912884078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=1553392587912884078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1553392587912884078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1553392587912884078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/exams-over.html' title='eXam&apos;s OVER!!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2170194536393856583</id><published>2007-09-21T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:53:00.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste Buds...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow...ends!!!!</title><content type='html'>my exam will finally ends tomorrow....but also, the real 1 will be in 2 months or less....haha..&lt;br /&gt;still, i am gonna be soo happy for some days before the real thing comes!!&lt;br /&gt;Math paper 2, mainly on statistics tomorow! and was spoken face to face by my math teacher to not use pencils during paper 2..(i am the only 1 in the whole class who use pencils during exams...math only la....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvN_Lg_IAII/AAAAAAAAABI/5UN6ElgOCbI/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112569837805633666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvN_Lg_IAII/AAAAAAAAABI/5UN6ElgOCbI/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOAcw_IAJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2F4sYEymp1Q/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112571233670004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOAcw_IAJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2F4sYEymp1Q/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where i use to study....--In the dining!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOCIg_IALI/AAAAAAAAABg/E5fMDbk1xBU/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112573084800909490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOCIg_IALI/AAAAAAAAABg/E5fMDbk1xBU/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see the net between the two fishes?it is to prevent the big 1 from eating up the small 1...really..the eyes are gone, in the stomach i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvODyA_IAMI/AAAAAAAAABo/3ez7ORxIAhU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112574897277108418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvODyA_IAMI/AAAAAAAAABo/3ez7ORxIAhU/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOEQQ_IANI/AAAAAAAAABw/qXLyfp6TDQ8/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112575416968151250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvOEQQ_IANI/AAAAAAAAABw/qXLyfp6TDQ8/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.....homemade mooncakes by my mom!! mooncake festival is around the corner!!&lt;br /&gt;love it! it is not as sweet as the ones on sale outside, those are filled with sugar!!...that's the best part of homemade stuff, healthy and delicious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all lucks tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2170194536393856583?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2170194536393856583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2170194536393856583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2170194536393856583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2170194536393856583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/tomorrowends.html' title='Tomorrow...ends!!!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/RvN_Lg_IAII/AAAAAAAAABI/5UN6ElgOCbI/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-2906066970135465379</id><published>2007-09-18T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:49:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>Chem....T_T</title><content type='html'>Today is my chemistry paper......and i am drowning.....XD&lt;br /&gt;it was hectic, 1st paper( 1 and a half hr) and then the 2nd( 2 and a half hr) ..with half hr break in the middle. when i finish my 1st paper, which is just ony on time to pass up, my vision really blurred when i looked up for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it is done very badly..... really exhausted after that.. tommorow is math...at least there is not so much to memorize...&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! i m really bad at memorizing!!! and what's more, bio will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the day after tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;and it will sure be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too....hope it doesnt go as bad as today's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gANbatTe!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-2906066970135465379?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/2906066970135465379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=2906066970135465379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2906066970135465379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/2906066970135465379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/chemtt.html' title='Chem....T_T'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-1907491548395487396</id><published>2007-09-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:04:30.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>Can't Breath...</title><content type='html'>赶。。。赶。。。赶。。。&lt;br /&gt;赶完一题又一题。。。到最后差不多快晕倒了。。。。graph chart 简直乱涂。。。&lt;br /&gt;今天的general paper 真是考的狼狈不堪。。。。不要太差就好了。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;明天还有 chemistry paper......那个简直就是死定了。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我认识一个奇怪的男生， 天天喜欢跑过来吓我。 今天他还告诉我说 看我被吓到的反应让他有‘冲动’ 想过来吓我。。。。。。sweat @_@&lt;br /&gt;haihz.....这种人都有。。。不过他也很好笑啦。。。。考卷快到时间了还拼命在那边讲话。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-1907491548395487396?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/1907491548395487396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=1907491548395487396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1907491548395487396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/1907491548395487396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/cant-breath.html' title='Can&apos;t Breath...'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-4623496160648795784</id><published>2007-09-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:00:56.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Hut'/><title type='text'>Mummy's Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I m not 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the eldest child in the family doesn't mean that u are the greatest and u can do anything to your siblings k...&lt;br /&gt;But being the only girl in the family does come up to something when it comes to relationship with my mom. She gets mad with everyone of us, but to me , she will be having the longest cold war ever, compare to my 2 'little' brothers. Hah....and it is no fun, I hate it. Apologising doesn't helps, but still i have to do it ,EVERYTIME. Time does most of the cooling job though....&lt;br /&gt;Haha....but quarells are good in the sense of communicating. I can spill lots of stuff to her without knowing it..&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I mean yesterday, I just confess to her that i what i aim to be in future, which i plan not to tell anyone YET. Her reaction is...well, i cant judge it, wether she is happy about it or not, but she just plainly tell me pros and cons, still, no objection lar.. So, it is wether she did not take my words seriously, or .....er....she did mention there is plenty of time ahead to think through.....or, she will wait untill i really come to the turning point..ex:passing the interviews.&lt;br /&gt;At least i felt better , without parents objection....but i havent told my father yet. That will leave it till 3 yrs later....haha...turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom will always be the best, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;although it is easier to sweet talk my father&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/3329376366729743288-4623496160648795784?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/4623496160648795784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=4623496160648795784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4623496160648795784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/4623496160648795784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/mummys-child.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Child'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329376366729743288.post-3403691930490780257</id><published>2007-09-13T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:57:44.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam blues'/><title type='text'>Trials COMING!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;, great.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;trials is just around the corners.... &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT WEEK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and math has been predicted to be the killer paper....so is others......&lt;br /&gt;T_T i have to really work for the last few days in order to scrape through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;STUDY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Forget about posting this 2 weeks ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2day will be my last day online untill the last day of my trials....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye bye.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329376366729743288-3403691930490780257?l=grinningapple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/feeds/3403691930490780257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329376366729743288&amp;postID=3403691930490780257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3403691930490780257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329376366729743288/posts/default/3403691930490780257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinningapple.blogspot.com/2007/09/trials-coming.html' title='Trials COMING!!!!'/><author><name>sw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11100964269231779742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHpRtW7AEIo/SLQLCTsWqRI/AAAAAAAAATc/bZuKFp9L-js/S220/The_Cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
