<?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-4157592819064454217</id><updated>2011-10-29T23:19:20.775+08:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='History'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Like a stray boat</title><subtitle type='html'>drifting across the endless sea of forgotten memory, enjoying life in pace with the ever-changing rhythm of the cascading waves.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7045589602798061574</id><published>2009-11-20T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:22:47.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Kiasu</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between kiasu and non-kiasu? Let me show u the difference with these 2 videos I embedded below. First one is mine and the 2nd, my fren - noobkid's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the previous posts have been friggin boring - all words no image no videos no sound no nuthin. I think by looking at these short videos u might feel nth but if u did these urselves u'll know how much time and &lt;strike&gt;wasted so many hours meant for DotA&lt;/strike&gt; effort u havta put into these. Anyway, I lmao'ed when I saw his video haha. So much drama for a final assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Kiasu (mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMORdFlcdYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMORdFlcdYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasu (Ian's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu7V3key6hM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu7V3key6hM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7045589602798061574?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7045589602798061574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7045589602798061574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7045589602798061574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7045589602798061574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiasu.html' title='Kiasu'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2800566162909751599</id><published>2009-11-20T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:21:15.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Kippadoo</title><content type='html'>In case u dunno, kippadoo means hurray or yahoo... at least i think so. I first heard this word when watching the detective pooh or what shit where Tigger kept saying this word after doing sth that satisfies him. No, i dun like watching shows from playhouse disney channel. I was there when my lil sis was watching lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeways, I finally gone thru the final exams. I din really use the word kippadoo this time bcoz I think I put in too little effort in studying so I dun feel satisfied even after the exams has ended. No effort = No sense of achievement. But I can say this - I'm pretty damn lucky I got to study most of the contents that came out. I was flipping thru all the notes of hundreds of pages but I stopped and focused on some particular subtopics which I think will come out and they all did come out - for all 3 friggin subjects. For every subject I revised for not more than 3/4 day - din really gave much attention, din give a shit. Still playing the nights b4 exam. Maybe I had this kind of attitude all along but fuck this habit aint sth worth being proud of. Hope I get good results. Wanna raise my CGPA man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday happened during the busy period as always. Got a close collegemate who have the same birthdate as me but he's 2 yrs older older =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply celebrated at SS2 Murni and a few rounds of dota in blitzone. Better than nth I guess. Hanging out with good friends though doing common activities like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what have I been typing till now? I miss my brudder. I miss playing with smackmyface along with H3X4GON. He's so far. Not coming back so soon. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home. I wanna go back to Sarawak. Save me from this madness. Last assignment to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2800566162909751599?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2800566162909751599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2800566162909751599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2800566162909751599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2800566162909751599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/11/kippadoo.html' title='Kippadoo'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7718211224396158739</id><published>2009-09-28T02:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:06:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imissher</title><content type='html'>ADV: I'm now officially in the state of S.A.D.(single &amp;amp; desperate) and I'm recruiting members to share our sorrow. Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways I saw Patrick Liong, our beloved chemistry teacher at Pineapple Restaurant last Saturday when I was having my dinner with my family. He waved at me first before I greeted him back. He still remembers me though I have this stupid haircut that guaranteed my state of singleness. Touched I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bintulu sure is small. Everytime I go to the airport sure can see familiar faces one. Damn funny. This time the ones on the same flight with me are Azrul Danial and Chong Jia Wen, though I barely know the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good reunion chat with Azrul. Bid farewell at KLIA. Geez after so much text that I've typed, now I realize all are crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Scriptum: Her in my post title refers to the red haired girl who gave me the 20+mins of hair wash and massage. Haiz if only I tried to talk to her that day. Regrettt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*extra story* it's like dis. I went to that queen or princess hair salon near popular corner there. i told the barber cincai cut. cut anything she think that fits me. but she gave me crap. i fukin sien lo. so i ask her gimme hairwash b4 i leave, at least make me feel that coming here was not for nothing. den the fat barber ask dat lenglui come help me wash loh. she ask me wan how much one. i say cheapest and she started his work. so there she goes washin my hair and also massage all the way down to the shoulders. the people there offered me mags to read but im not interested so i just sat there looking indirectly thru the mirror at her from time to time haha. sometimes she look back at me oso with this indescribable 眼神(somewhat cool and unflinching even when our eyes crossed), I LIKE. high dao. then everything finish liao. i tot dmn expensive one cuz so long. den i go pay loh. the barber busy attending to other customer so the girl go to the cashier lo. she ask the barber rm15[rm10 haircut, rm5 hairwash] isit?(walao she knew that the hairwash was worth only around rm5 and yet she gave me heaven for such a long time) but de barber said rm22(MAYBE bcoz she see her give me extra service haha) and that's my happy ending*extra story*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...也许我想太多了哈哈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours emotionally,&lt;br /&gt;Emokid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7718211224396158739?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7718211224396158739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7718211224396158739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7718211224396158739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7718211224396158739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/09/imissher.html' title='Imissher'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2320512180783410256</id><published>2009-09-26T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:46:09.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>My hymen's been pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm not a road virgin anymore haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been practicing driving these past few days on the old airport runways but that doesn't count. It's not like I nvr drove on the road before it's just that I learned driving using manual transmission in a small car which is meant for pussies while my dad got a big ass automatic transmission Ford Everest. Have to familiarize myself with its size ya know. Anyway, it ain't as hard as I thought. Feelin a great sense of accomplishment now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sorry for wasting 2 mins of your life. Now fuk off and get back to what u were doin and suck on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2320512180783410256?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2320512180783410256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2320512180783410256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2320512180783410256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2320512180783410256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/09/breakthrough.html' title='Breakthrough'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7138383988934556391</id><published>2009-09-25T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:57:29.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes in Heaven</title><content type='html'>*paste lyrics for Heaven by Robbie Williams here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the salon helper who washed my hair &amp;amp; gave me massage was hot. After 30 mins of intimacy, I guess I'm fallin in love once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and no, I'm not kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7138383988934556391?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7138383988934556391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7138383988934556391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7138383988934556391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7138383988934556391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/09/30-minutes-in-heaven.html' title='30 Minutes in Heaven'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2507876153774422626</id><published>2009-09-20T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:20:27.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I wish to finish all the FF game series though i dun hav a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to travel to all the beautiful cities like Venice, Paris, Japan, Guilin and many more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a good partner in life.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a stable and successful career.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for my family's safety.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can watch all the great movies published till now and also those yet to be published.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for great friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking for too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2507876153774422626?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2507876153774422626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2507876153774422626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2507876153774422626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2507876153774422626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-455345751835754286</id><published>2009-09-11T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:49:18.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Thoughtlog 2</title><content type='html'>Missing the days when I'm always goin out with my cousin and bro, days the techno bass go pumpin in Kancil or Pajero, days we went for home visits to people we do not know, days we laughed our ass out at real jokes, days where I get my sense of humour, days that made me take up DotA, days that changed me for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin busy lahhh... wanna go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-455345751835754286?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/455345751835754286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=455345751835754286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/455345751835754286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/455345751835754286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughtlog-2.html' title='Thoughtlog 2'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-6627416749546602311</id><published>2009-07-21T19:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:47:41.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Driving Tests</title><content type='html'>For those who dunno, I had my driving test 3 times during these past few weeks until I finally passed. I got this mental trauma everytime I failed. Worried that I havta start all over again - law test and shit if I cant make it before I go back to KL this saturday, not to mention the amount of fees needed to be paid. Kay, enuf of this shit. Let me tell u about my dumb little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be summarized into 3 major themes - 冤枉(wrong - as answered by google translator)，不幸(misfortune)，可笑(pathetic)。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1st trial&lt;/span&gt; - Passed the 'inbound test' or wuddever shit it's called on the first try. Went for 'outbound test'. Hopped in the car. The previous candidate was a fuckin idiot who tries to make other people's lives miserable and in this case, the victim is none other than me. The fucker finished his test and returned but his/her private part 'bae song' (不爽) so he/she simply parked in a way that makes it hard for the next candidate(me) to drive off to the highway. While I was checking the rear mirror and shit the JPJ tester asked me to reverse and then do blah blah so that I start the test thx to the fucker mentioned previously. *Usually we just havta start the car and turn right* the JPJ tester's naggins made me nervous so I just fucking did what he told and started driving. Halfway down the road I felt an uneasy empty feeling in front of my chest and realized that I'm in deep shit. The seat belt was unbuckledddd diuuu. So I asked the nigger beside me: "I failed, haven't I?" He looked at me while I tried to pull the safety belt clumsily and remained silent. *Big mistake I made here. He didn't realize I was violating the safety belt rule until I revealed it myself. That's what I get for being too honest.* The next thing he said was sth like. Fuck it. Screw the rules. "Potong je kereta di depan". I gave a long sigh: Haizzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. and made my way to the right lane and the speed meter went up to a number which is not supposed to be reached when sbdy is doin his driving test - 80+km/h. The other candidates pacing slowly in the left lane gazed in confusion as they witnessed a car with a siren on top speeding in the right lane. And so, that was my first failed trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For those who dun wanna read the long bull above it can be summarized into this phrase -&lt;/span&gt; I failed bcoz I din wear my seatbelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd trial&lt;/span&gt; - This time it's a plump JPJ agent. He asked me to use the longer route as he noticed my not-so-obvious shaky hands. Wuddafuck. It's my body nature. It's fate. U think i want ah? Caojibai... So I drove as carefully as I can. I had been worrying the whole week since my first failed trial. Just when I was about to finish, approaching the junction which leads back to the academy, a fucking big-ass escavator fucking blocked my way. That fcking machine wasnt there before when I was getting out of the academy wtf. My brain was full of thoughts as I tried to take over the escavator. I stepped on the accelerator like I always do when I'm overtaking cars until I realised I overtook the escavator along with the junction im supposed to turn in to. *Shuld've paid more attention here* Upon realisation, I commenced operation 'Emergency Break' in the middle of the road haha. I asked the nigger next to me for a 2nd chance but it was of no avail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Summary -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There u go, another failed trial. Fucking bad luck - Most portions of the road was closed for pipe construction(cars had to squeeze in one lane), the fucking escavator which appeared out of neverland and made me lose my composure.&lt;/span&gt; The fatty even greeted me with a laugh as he saw me waiting for my dad in the hall. Effin fatty. Make fun of me meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Final trial&lt;/span&gt; - Yay I passed this time! It was hilarious man. I was waiting for my turn until a familiar face called out my name. It was the JPJ agent who tested me during my 1st trial. He smiled and said: "Eh hari tu kau under saya juga kan? Haha" I replied as I hopped into the front seat:"Ya...seat belt tu. Sayang..." This time he even asked reminded me to check everything b4 we set off lol. He asked me to take the shortest route - U-turn around JPJ traffic light b4 I even got on the road. I guess he accepted my 'kestabilan'/'keunggulan' during my 80km/h down the road performance during my 1st trial haha. The first few mins nth much happened except for me complainin about the hard-to-step clutch. Then he started askin me whether I'm still studying and shit. "Kau masih belajar? Ya. Kat mane? KL. Name ape skl ko? Taylors. Taylors? Ya. Tak prnah dgr pun. Swaste ke? Ya." I was trying hard to concentrate in driving as he bombarded me with personal questions, tryin to start up a chat. I made a few mistakes along the way but he din notice cuz.... HE WAS BUSY CHATTING WITH ME, HAHA. Fucking funny. I finished and parked. He took out the marking sheet and ticked every single box in the paper. I thought to myself: 'Boo yeah, baby. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It pays to retest for so many times, even the JPJ agent got familiar with me. Funny shit.&lt;/span&gt;' Anyway, here's the moral of the day: Only through failed trials do we get to improve and achieve success. Hiak hiak. That sums up my pathetic story at AMB. Back to playing FF9 and faecesbook(Eff-Bee).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-6627416749546602311?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/6627416749546602311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=6627416749546602311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6627416749546602311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6627416749546602311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/07/driving-tests.html' title='Driving Tests'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8227510016716281444</id><published>2009-07-08T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:09:40.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Take a step and dun look back aye?</title><content type='html'>I fuckin shaved my nurturing moustache and beard after all those irritating naggings from my 'acquaintances'. Hope I dun regret this decision. Leaving the skin bare feels uncomfortable. It's still got this painful itchy feeling. The surface will be rough from now onwards. I did it for u guys and not for myself. Patheticness. Cant even make my own decision on my self-appearance haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this shit is worth it. Makes me look younger is not good. I wanna be Nickelback. I wanna look more matured =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another thing got cleared off my to-do-list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shaved on 8/7/2009 - 9.55pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8227510016716281444?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8227510016716281444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8227510016716281444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8227510016716281444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8227510016716281444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-step-and-dun-look-back-aye.html' title='Take a step and dun look back aye?'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-6525296871726407490</id><published>2009-07-02T22:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:38:20.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>KK Trip (28/6/2009-2/7/2009)</title><content type='html'>Q: Further elaborate the topic 'KK Trip':&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;br /&gt;-(Miri 28/6) BTU-Miri/Boulevard Inn/Fucked-up cinema ruining anticipation to watch Transformer 2&lt;br /&gt;-(KK 29/6) Miri-KK/Tuaran mee/Mesilau St.John's Peak chalet/Happy Hour behind D-max/Poring Hot Springs/BBQ/Midnight gather-2-talk&lt;br /&gt;-(KK 30/6) Tune hotels.com/Yayasan Sabah high-altitude 'fine dining'/City stroll/Peak watch&lt;br /&gt;-(KK 1/7) Pulau Manukan/Snorkelling/Nasty &amp;amp; illegal sea cucumbers/Banana boat/Tanjung Aru (food stalls)/Beach Hotel/Sunburn after-effects&lt;br /&gt;-(Miri 2/7) Dim Sum/Cow delicacy/Muzeum de Sabah/KK-Miri-BTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtlog:&lt;br /&gt;-Post KK Trip Syndrome: Wallet contents remain critical&lt;br /&gt;-How long can we still hold these kind of outings tgther&lt;br /&gt;-Why do I feel I'm losing hold of those who were even considered my best buds&lt;br /&gt;-8 cans of beer marriage bet&lt;br /&gt;-Worries abt future (study/career/soulmate/accomplishment)&lt;br /&gt;-Doubts about the phrase Friendship 4ever cuz distance do matter&lt;br /&gt;-To-do-list: Treasure our limited time tgther, cherish our fading precious moments, walk the remaining path hand-in-hand till we reach the end&lt;br /&gt;-I'm writing gayish stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-I should stop&lt;br /&gt;...zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-6525296871726407490?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/6525296871726407490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=6525296871726407490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6525296871726407490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6525296871726407490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/07/kk-trip-2962009-272009.html' title='KK Trip (28/6/2009-2/7/2009)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2990560516509605351</id><published>2009-05-24T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:19:11.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Less is More</title><content type='html'>Alex u want an update? Here's a visual presentation update(new layout).&lt;br /&gt;Check out my post title. Dun wanna violate its code so... Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to myself. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2990560516509605351?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2990560516509605351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2990560516509605351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2990560516509605351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2990560516509605351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/05/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-1237092785149165032</id><published>2009-05-12T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:38:29.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Brainwashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry mum, I feel like quitting architecture now....&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;Quitting architecture to pursue space exploration in SS-Enterprise. Yeah u heard me right... venturing along with &lt;strike&gt;Sylar&lt;/strike&gt; Spock, &lt;strike&gt;Harold&lt;/strike&gt; Sulu and Jim. Shit the movie was a bang. It made our current so-called new technologies look ancient. I hope I can warp into the future instead of warping back into the past like what Spock did. Anyway u guys seriously must watch this shit. Personally I think it's a crime for them to produce this movie as it might influence the immature young minds to make astronomy or any careers related to space-o-logy(I wonder if this term exists) as their ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got nothing more to say. I finally conquered my reluctance to blog so High-5! Yeah, baby. Alright gotta go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...calculating coordinates...designated location confirmed...warping to bed in 5,4,3,2,1...*Poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;First Officer Yicks reporting for duty (Spock was actually referring to me as the candidate at the end of the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-1237092785149165032?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/1237092785149165032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=1237092785149165032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1237092785149165032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1237092785149165032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/05/brainwashed.html' title='Brainwashed'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2982128655264246002</id><published>2009-04-06T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:39:58.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Blawg Updated!</title><content type='html'>It's been frickin busy for me due to the nearing of the end of semester. So here I am picking out few seconds of my precious time updating my blog. In case u guys are curious, I am still alive. *Hooray* Jumping around as usual. Will touch this shit again after my final exams and also the submission of my final projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know this post is one hell of an amazing update aye? Impressed by the saturation of contents? U shuld be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzat's all. Buh-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seemingly free dude who acts busy,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2982128655264246002?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2982128655264246002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2982128655264246002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2982128655264246002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2982128655264246002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/04/blawg-updated.html' title='Blawg Updated!'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8808536183932100528</id><published>2009-02-12T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:24:40.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Dusk of Arrogance</title><content type='html'>A.K.A. 嚣张之日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rushing my stage design model for days, till the a.m. My group members are all tired like fuck. Supposed to present today afternoon at 1pm. After doing our job later I think I'm gonna hibernate till Monday to recover my lost energy so dun be surprised if I'm gone missing over the coming weekend. I give no shit to Valentine's Day. Might as well sleep thru it to end my sorrow. Single mah diuu... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were glad that we can finally finish the model on time, after pushing ourselves to the limits and changing the design countless of times. These are some photos of the model itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDlYd7FHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Tox6hyWRLBI/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDlYd7FHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Tox6hyWRLBI/s400/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585127103206514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDlBZ_PRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/q5qxEVYwV20/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDlBZ_PRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/q5qxEVYwV20/s400/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585120912686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDk45MPII/AAAAAAAAAco/O-Shh6PI40o/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDk45MPII/AAAAAAAAAco/O-Shh6PI40o/s400/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585118627642498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: After presentation. FYI, Part 1 was written at around 2am today. Lazy so sleep. Now continue blogging again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our model got many good compliments. Many ppl voted it as the best. Seductive eyy? I guess all the efforts are not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are all not the main point of this post. What I wanna say is that my coursemate who lives at 18th floor (mine is at 7th) invited me to go out and eat at 2.30am. Yes, you did not hear wrongly. 2.30 in the morning, right after we finished doing our part in our respective groups for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted his offer and waited for him downstairs, ready to walk towards the mamak store located just within the Ridzuan condominium compound. He exited the lift and walked towards the opposite the direction. I laughed at him saying: "Oi noob, wrong way lah." and then got stunned when he say: "I'm tired of eating the same ol' food every single fucking day. Let's go to KFC located next to Sunway Pyramid." It's 15 mins walk from here. In the dark. Deserted streets. Therefore, this can only mean danger. Good thing I, as a man, got big balls so I ended up going there tgther after some hesitation. Since there are less cars on the highway we even thought of running across it but in de end we din bcoz my rationale stopped me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, we arrived and enter the KFC shop but found out that spicy flavoured chickens are utta stock so we went out and tried the "1 station cafe" just opposite to where we're standing. We sat down and waited for the waiters to come and serve us, only to be heeded by a cute little girl with her cute little voice. She looked vry small-sized and her voice are kinda child-like so we started to act like big brothers, trying to start a friendly conversation with her. Our mission was successful but we were shocked to find out that the cute little girl is actually 17, working here while waiting for her SPM result. We bothered her throughout the time, chatted with her, tried to give her advice for her future studies while we were having our so-called breakfast there at around 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till around 4.30 and even witnessed a fight between some Indian adults. Scary weh.. Good thing it ended shortly after. Their friends pulled them (the 2 people fighting) back. We finished our seemingly inedible and puke-inducing food and offered to take photo with the girl named Lee Suk Ping I think and even tried to ask her MSN and stuffs. Too bad she is a hardworking girl. Been studying a lot. No time to online. Forgot to ask her phone number, shit. But it's ok. We will go back another day when we feel like it to see if we got fate to meet each other again. SPM results wont be out till March anyway. Plenty of time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the income for today. Wonderful experience. &lt;strike&gt;Flirting&lt;/strike&gt;Interacting friendly with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDmZ-iGQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tCt9VQGAtF8/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDmZ-iGQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/tCt9VQGAtF8/s400/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585144688285954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samuel, hamsap-faced friend. She looks cuter in real life. Not very photogenic like me, haha. Noob camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDmMfam4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rMMo81tswY8/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDmMfam4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rMMo81tswY8/s400/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301585141068110722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crap-blogger with pubic-hair-alike hairstyle going for the Robinson Crusoe trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the time to cut my fucked-up hair lah... Architects are busy mah. Anyway, I came across an article which stated that architect is the male profession with the highest sexual appeal. It's undoubtedly true. There's no point giving pointless objections/denials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back and continued playing computer games till the sun rises despite fact that our classes start at 8am and 10am respectively. Bad decision. Deep panda eyes for the whole day at college yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz post's kinda lengthy I think but fuck it. Dun bother reading it if u dun feel like it. That's about it. Will come up with new posts when I find sth worth sharing with ya all. Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8808536183932100528?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8808536183932100528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8808536183932100528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8808536183932100528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8808536183932100528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/02/dusk-of-arrogance.html' title='Dusk of Arrogance'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SZMDlYd7FHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Tox6hyWRLBI/s72-c/DSC00496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-6721265521651778058</id><published>2009-02-05T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:18:48.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Disney on Ice, Taylors on Fire.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a (small scale) fire broke out in my college for the 2nd time after the fire last sem. It was truly an inspiring sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck block A4 level 9/10. The lifts of the whole school is stopped. The barely audible fire alarms started to ring after some delay. Students WALKED down the stairs casually while the emergency speakers ordered everyone to evacuate the school and meet at the assembly point at the main entrance. Very 嚣张. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the assembly point is much more closer to the spot where the fire started than where the students were - studying peacefully in other distant academic blocks. Here's some photos taken from the assembly point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDY3KmOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DdIzwK5f9C8/s1600-h/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDY3KmOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DdIzwK5f9C8/s400/DSC00486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333842791471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDUkvpoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/x9XmJZbj-Ug/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDUkvpoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/x9XmJZbj-Ug/s400/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333841640466050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TCPJ campus students seeking for refuge from the seemingly DEADLY fire. They were damn scared that they started to take photos of the scene, at each other while posing, chat their time away and other activities that shows that they are damn FRIGHTENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsED-jO_nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gvCGl1MP-_o/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsED-jO_nI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gvCGl1MP-_o/s400/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333852908420722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fire truck arrived shortly after and unloaded the firemen who den ran hastily 10 floors up the stairs with fire extinguishers in their hands to put out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDhlIbsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/69XouWXdxVw/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDhlIbsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/69XouWXdxVw/s400/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333845131751106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elevated view from the assembly point. Fumes from the fire extinguishers replaced the dense black smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes up another reason I dun wanna live in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mentari Court &lt;/span&gt;apartments located just next to the TCPJ campus which is constantly burning itself up. The fire might spread to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mentari&lt;/span&gt; and pose a great danger, ya know. Amidst the jokes we made up specially for this cheerful occasion, I wanna quote one statement from Jun Win: "Ken Yeang(Malaysian architect which contributed a lot to the erection of TCPJ Campus buildings) must have failed his Building Services subject." Then again I'm impressed by the efficiency of Malaysian fire squads despite having fucked-up Malaysian police officers who cant solve any crimes or shits - not even close to FBI, CSI or watever shit. They dun even enjoy donuts, WTF. Still, It is undeniable that they are real experts in finding the right time to have spot checks to issue summons or exploit Kopi-O's from innocent drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enuf compliments to my beloved college. Today I went "lao1 sang1" tgther with a bunch of frens. Nice experience. Satiable dinner is then followed by DotA meet-up in FTZ. Played till around 10pm, went back, bathed, and now I'm here crapping again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shits to say. Have a good &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; night, dawgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ReadMsgBody BorderTop" onclick="return Control.invoke('ReadingPane', '_onBodyClick', event);"&gt;&lt;div class="ExternalClass" id="MsgContainer"&gt;&lt;div class="EC_Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4157592819064454217-6721265521651778058?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/6721265521651778058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=6721265521651778058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6721265521651778058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6721265521651778058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beloved-college.html' title='Disney on Ice, Taylors on Fire.'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SYsEDY3KmOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DdIzwK5f9C8/s72-c/DSC00486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-4093508401960491657</id><published>2009-02-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:15:36.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Post-CNY Post</title><content type='html'>Diz post's gonna be short, and is just about sth that happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the moment everyone(Chinese) has been waiting for - Chinese New Year. Flew back to Bintulu but got trapped in boredom while waiting for the day to go pay new year visits at frens' houses - Friday 初五, when almost everyone's is back in BTU. Waiting from Saturday till Friday means plenty of time but noting to do. Anyway, this year's new year visits were unexpectedly short - covered 13+ houses only from late morning till around 8 o'clock at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were nothing much to share with u guys. Flight back to KL on the 1st of February was gifted with lots of familiar faces. Before scanning my hand-carry luggage, letting the security guard touch my body at all the embarrasing spots and boarding the plane, my lil sis said a simple yet touching phrase shyly "抱抱(Hug me.)" before I proceeded. I hugged her tightly. She made me feel being wanted. Love u, sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright nothing else to say. Now I'm back in KL, continuing my Semester 3 of Diploma in Architecture, Building &amp;amp; Design - rumoured to be the busiest semester of the whole course. Hope I can get higher CGPA this sem. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-4093508401960491657?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/4093508401960491657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=4093508401960491657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/4093508401960491657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/4093508401960491657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-cny-post.html' title='Post-CNY Post'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-5542774849149281703</id><published>2009-01-04T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:21:59.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HK &amp; Macau Trip (Final Part)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight back to KL is at 5pm so we got only half a day of free time. Hired the same tourist-van/霸王车 mentioned previously for a 4 hour tour around Macau. Visited many interesting popular tourist destination sites. Not much to say, read the photo captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9zHO2S5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/J5DtDjOJwbM/s1600-h/Ruin+of+St.+Paul%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9zHO2S5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/J5DtDjOJwbM/s400/Ruin+of+St.+Paul%27s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293910856911762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruin of St. Paul's. Sometimes referred to as Macau's symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9y5IRDCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mb5LrCcfCYk/s1600-h/P1000550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9y5IRDCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mb5LrCcfCYk/s400/P1000550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293907071208482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of this ancient relic.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9xuStByI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S_dhPMmbqas/s1600-h/P1000553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9xuStByI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S_dhPMmbqas/s400/P1000553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293886982326050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macau Museum is situated just opposite the site. Went in to look at ancient Chinese culture and History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9xrCIIdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Rqw3kZdlUBw/s1600-h/P1000558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9xrCIIdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Rqw3kZdlUBw/s400/P1000558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293886107492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we headed off to a church on top of a hill. Forgot what's the name. It's located near a residential area for rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DSJIiRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Yvjs-mFnIgc/s1600-h/P1000560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DSJIiRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Yvjs-mFnIgc/s400/P1000560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287295288175266066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the historical church.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_Df-WkRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/k7IvMJm34_o/s1600-h/P1000562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_Df-WkRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/k7IvMJm34_o/s400/P1000562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287295291888144658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up view of the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DD62InI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u-ZTZ0esUT4/s1600-h/P1000555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DD62InI/AAAAAAAAAZI/u-ZTZ0esUT4/s400/P1000555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287295284357243506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of Macau Tower from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DJdqxCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rGJkSOjZbq4/s1600-h/P1000566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_DJdqxCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rGJkSOjZbq4/s400/P1000566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287295285845476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whole group that joined on this HK-Macau trip.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_C1WAlyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/b-eTyyI0oOQ/s1600-h/P1000567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA_C1WAlyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/b-eTyyI0oOQ/s400/P1000567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287295280444643106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All are relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAU8yxcjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P12Uk5xS-Tk/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAU8yxcjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/P12Uk5xS-Tk/s400/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287296691193606706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the bottom of Macau Tower.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUo_dPqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wurpptYdDRs/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUo_dPqI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/wurpptYdDRs/s400/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287296685878099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The base of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUWozyPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oe01tj22_04/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUWozyPI/AAAAAAAAAZw/oe01tj22_04/s400/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287296680951269618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides viewing the whole city from above, people can actually go on a Sky Walk outside with safety gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUfkMXsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ge_OlBIYv8Q/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAUfkMXsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ge_OlBIYv8Q/s400/DSC00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287296683347828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, u gotta pay for this. Those who completed this walk will receive a certificate to honour their courage. What's more amazing is there are even people doing bungee-jumping/笨猪跳 here! I dun have balls big enuf for these challenges haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAT_syaCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GfnnxOicMLY/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBAT_syaCI/AAAAAAAAAZg/GfnnxOicMLY/s400/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287296674793941026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting photos of those who experienced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skywalk &lt;/span&gt;in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEn0ab1I/AAAAAAAAAag/IigfDU9YJkY/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEn0ab1I/AAAAAAAAAag/IigfDU9YJkY/s400/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287297510197063506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macau tower built out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lego&lt;/span&gt; blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEsHAJvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2q3_LdbWpMU/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEsHAJvI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2q3_LdbWpMU/s400/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287297511348774642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next destination, Macau international flower park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEAo7bJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yL8C5KvPznQ/s1600-h/P1000572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBEAo7bJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yL8C5KvPznQ/s400/P1000572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287297499679911058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro and sis at the decorated opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBD6Hq8VI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D_GtS4-vVfk/s1600-h/P1000570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBBD6Hq8VI/AAAAAAAAAaI/D_GtS4-vVfk/s400/P1000570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287297497929806162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2kdCM0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/g79pGaH2GBg/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2kdCM0I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/g79pGaH2GBg/s400/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299467798786882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many weddings are held here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2mligsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8gZzOgf3pXk/s1600-h/P1000569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2mligsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/8gZzOgf3pXk/s400/P1000569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299468371329730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A feast to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2n438pI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CVfww_GJgL4/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2n438pI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CVfww_GJgL4/s400/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299468720861842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleverly positioned growths and plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2O6vCvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Kf925h8ecV4/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC2O6vCvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Kf925h8ecV4/s400/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299462017780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pond surrounded by fresh flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC1mhZ56I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5veYHaLDDMU/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBC1mhZ56I/AAAAAAAAAaw/5veYHaLDDMU/s400/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287299451174119330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pond decorated with lotus petals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgjQoB1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/2wzRCetBu20/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgjQoB1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/2wzRCetBu20/s400/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301288544438098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bright-coloured flowerbeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgYLrVdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8tKGaRkUx20/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgYLrVdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8tKGaRkUx20/s400/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301285570893266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to be pro-photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Back to hotel, checked out, took off to airport, ready to get back to Malaysia. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9ztuX6eI/AAAAAAAAAYw/d8-NR9wxxdQ/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9ztuX6eI/AAAAAAAAAYw/d8-NR9wxxdQ/s400/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287293921189685730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casa Real Casino-hotel signboard next to the breakfast lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall knowledge gained from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Public transport system in HK is far more efficient than in Malaysia with all the complex range of public transports: Monorail, KTM, LRT, etc. At HK, there's only MTR(underground trains- damn long - almost 2 to 3 times the length of Malaysian KTMs and fast trains).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgMT5SWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EaOPRWajKEk/s1600-h/MTR+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEgMT5SWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/EaOPRWajKEk/s400/MTR+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301282384136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the long long MTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEfk4_dmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3Tos90dcvfs/s1600-h/MTR+vendor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWBEfk4_dmI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3Tos90dcvfs/s400/MTR+vendor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301271802312290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MTR ticket-vending machines with Hello Kitty cartoon icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the MTR ticket-vending machine looks gay, dun be fooled. U can go almost everywhere in HK in a short amount of time and without having to squeeze as if everyone's inside a sardine can along with foul smells emitted from the bodies of strangers. Also, u dun have to wait for 20+ minutes for train to arrive. U can get one almost every 5 minutes. The stations are all underground so they do not take up much land space. Damn convenient leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad coming back to KL after noticing the huge difference in national achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like the girls' fashion in HK. Long boots, long stockings, black see-thru pantyhoses, long sleeves, cotton coats or robes, trendy scarves, fluffy hats and equipped with juicy slender legs. Imagine different combinations of these outfits and drool over them. Wear these in Malaysia and you'll sweat urself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pretty ladies in HK but there sure are lots of sexy ones. Even the old folks look hot from behind - Beethovens/背多分 or from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, ask me for tips if u ever plan to visit HK or Macau in the near future if u trust me. I just might be able to give some helpful advises. Thx for enduring this lengthy essay, hope u enjoyed reading it. Merci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future HK resident,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-5542774849149281703?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/5542774849149281703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=5542774849149281703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5542774849149281703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5542774849149281703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/01/hk-macau-trip-final-part_04.html' title='HK &amp; Macau Trip (Final Part)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA9zHO2S5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/J5DtDjOJwbM/s72-c/Ruin+of+St.+Paul%27s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-1155548876870881943</id><published>2009-01-04T11:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:19:56.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; at random restaurant. &lt;strike&gt;Went shopping&lt;/strike&gt; Waited for the old folks to do their shopping. Lunch at ferry station. Tok 5pm ferry - S.S. Geronimo number 2 back to Macau. Checked in at Casa Real Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzypmjAdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/klZJXoXEPT0/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzypmjAdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/klZJXoXEPT0/s400/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287282907786969554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casino-hotel that I stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight away took off to Sands Hotel Casino(ex-largest casino in Macau) to take a bus to The Venetian(current largest casino in the East, I think). I thought I saw classy after gazing at an entire row of massiv chandeliers at the entrance of the Sands until I saw The Venetian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzyXAUxsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i0XV6crIb6Y/s1600-h/P1000480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzyXAUxsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i0XV6crIb6Y/s400/P1000480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287282902794815170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sands.&lt;/span&gt;.. Neon lights in Macau to attract attention. Golden Dragon Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzyJa4BVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/tyBbwU8Nv7Q/s1600-h/P1000485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzyJa4BVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/tyBbwU8Nv7Q/s400/P1000485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287282899148080466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sands/金沙 Casino building. Changes colour from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzx2_WeRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pitKT2FXYLA/s1600-h/P1000490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzx2_WeRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pitKT2FXYLA/s400/P1000490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287282894200797458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The row of chandeliers at the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sands&lt;/span&gt; entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even the word MARVELOUS with caps can fit the description of this place, both it's interior and exterior appearance. I even felt guilty breathing the air there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like I'm obliged to pay for everything I do inside(quoted from kennysia.com). &lt;/span&gt;I got only one word for that paradise - speechless. Even made the captions of some of the photos to appear as blanks haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzxXmGZGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eHp7f2OXHLE/s1600-h/P1000494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzxXmGZGI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eHp7f2OXHLE/s400/P1000494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287282885773386850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One small portion of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Venetian&lt;/span&gt;. This place looks a lot better at night with all the glaring lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3R-BdRII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MIsKCIHyg3A/s1600-h/P1000525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3R-BdRII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MIsKCIHyg3A/s400/P1000525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286744379376770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best-looking Christmas see I came across during the HK-Macau trip. What do u expect? It's located in a world-class mega casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3R58DPDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GcN7Huqv-NM/s1600-h/P1000523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3R58DPDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/GcN7Huqv-NM/s400/P1000523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286743282957362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michaelangelo's painting at the centre court?&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3Rl8B2tI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zp25EwNtXdc/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3Rl8B2tI/AAAAAAAAAXA/zp25EwNtXdc/s400/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286737914157778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daymn, even the washroom looks classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3RfFBVbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vgG4GDxzroU/s1600-h/P1000503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3RfFBVbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vgG4GDxzroU/s400/P1000503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286736072824242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Replica of Venice inside. Fake sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3RNUgxMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/34BNWl8bvao/s1600-h/P1000505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA3RNUgxMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/34BNWl8bvao/s400/P1000505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287286731305960642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waterways for gondolas to pass thru. Yea u heard me, real gondolas handled by real handsome Irishes, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5W88rNoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pviLYAQO7Tg/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5W88rNoI/AAAAAAAAAX4/pviLYAQO7Tg/s400/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289029013485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handsome young lads singing for the passengers. Romantica.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5WdQCRvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xjsJTGm3ZDY/s1600-h/P1000508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5WdQCRvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xjsJTGm3ZDY/s400/P1000508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289020504753906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5V5M1m3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XwMZPxD4UoY/s1600-h/P1000535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5V5M1m3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XwMZPxD4UoY/s400/P1000535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289010827664242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indoor streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5V9b35AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_6-zWs108iY/s1600-h/P1000527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5V9b35AI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_6-zWs108iY/s400/P1000527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289011964470274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name of Venue: Festivita Food Court.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5VuTtR2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/rnbL8joTX-U/s1600-h/P1000538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA5VuTtR2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/rnbL8joTX-U/s400/P1000538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287289007903688546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First time encounter with live statue. He ain't moving. Many people were amused by this and started throwing real hard cash at him/it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA6nVmxwiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MC8ZEjWNj74/s1600-h/P1000544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA6nVmxwiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MC8ZEjWNj74/s400/P1000544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290410022060578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back to hotel, I saw this big golden flower. Maybe I'll pluck it and give it to my future lover if I'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA6nQltcuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vzr_CjcGTLE/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWA6nQltcuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vzr_CjcGTLE/s400/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287290408675406562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Author camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather in Macau was so damn cold. You probably can't get this kind of weather in Malaysia unless your air-cond temperature can go below 16 degree celsius or if you live inside the fridge. Ever heard of the song&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'You're Beautiful'&lt;/span&gt; by James Blunt? try the Macau version by replacing the chorus&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'You're Beautiful' &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'It's Freezing Cold'&lt;/span&gt;. Back to hotel at around 11pm, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-1155548876870881943?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/1155548876870881943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=1155548876870881943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1155548876870881943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1155548876870881943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/01/hk-macau-trip-part-4.html' title='HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 4)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SWAzypmjAdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/klZJXoXEPT0/s72-c/DSC00426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8970011925359941520</id><published>2009-01-03T17:18:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:19:52.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, took MTR to Lai King, then to Sunny Bay, then took the cute customized MTR to Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uOEQv54I/AAAAAAAAAMw/N0MfxJ1AC6U/s1600-h/P1000477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uOEQv54I/AAAAAAAAAMw/N0MfxJ1AC6U/s400/P1000477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286995306753288066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside Disneyland customized MTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uN8ear9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KCopkmF1glY/s1600-h/P1000476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uN8ear9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/KCopkmF1glY/s400/P1000476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286995304663134162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the mickey shaped hand holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNxFb4_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jOUHoZkntA8/s1600-h/P1000475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNxFb4_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/jOUHoZkntA8/s400/P1000475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286995301605565426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Various statues of Disney characters as decorations inside the MTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNiM1s3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/82i_aEsuW-I/s1600-h/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNiM1s3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/82i_aEsuW-I/s400/P1000243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286995297610085234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived at Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNqc3H7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pOh-1Wbwio8/s1600-h/P1000241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uNqc3H7I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pOh-1Wbwio8/s400/P1000241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286995299824770994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks somewhat like a scene from Harry Potter at the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived just in time for a scheduled live show - Festival of the Lion King. Personally, I think it was the best show for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vjp4IXhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kfe7ptuANVo/s1600-h/P1000246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vjp4IXhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kfe7ptuANVo/s400/P1000246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996777139461650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vj29pbxI/AAAAAAAAANA/02_TO_gv1J4/s1600-h/P1000248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vj29pbxI/AAAAAAAAANA/02_TO_gv1J4/s400/P1000248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996780652261138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fountain near the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkDN94kI/AAAAAAAAANI/NT52Rg8DwTA/s1600-h/P1000252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkDN94kI/AAAAAAAAANI/NT52Rg8DwTA/s400/P1000252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996783941935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yksFzmbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WDaPL5fV7d8/s1600-h/P1000260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yksFzmbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WDaPL5fV7d8/s400/P1000260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000093448444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Main Street USA&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkBxMo5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tlVL0ciuAwE/s1600-h/P1000267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkBxMo5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tlVL0ciuAwE/s400/P1000267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996783552832402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Festival of the Lion King&lt;/span&gt; located inside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkpjbI_I/AAAAAAAAANY/B3jUEQ2G_sY/s1600-h/P1000271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8vkpjbI_I/AAAAAAAAANY/B3jUEQ2G_sY/s400/P1000271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286996794232480754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The building where the show takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9rbBmxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tXgnEmnCpRo/s1600-h/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9rbBmxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tXgnEmnCpRo/s400/P1000273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286998323742481170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before show starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast danced and sang. Daymn, black people really know howta sing. It was sth like a combination of acting and musical. There were also naughty peformers playing with fire-lit sticks. I don't call them fireeaters for they din eat any. They wielded the fired staffs so skillfully it got everyone gasping in awe. All in all, the show was mainly about the Lion King story, about how lil Simba grown up and snatched the throne out of Scar's grasp in the end with the aid of many dramatic special effects, stage sets and mechanised animals. It was simply GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I don't take photos or record videos when the shows are very interesting. It disturbs my focus, my mood to watch the show haha.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the show ended, we rushed to another show - Philhar Magic. We sat in a theatre with a big screen in front and wore a pair of 3D specs made specially for this show. Bro and sis liked this show very much. It made the 350HK dollar entrance tickets worth the price. The 3D animation was very cool, unexpected storyline, carton characters and objects poppin out of the screen towards the audience. Many people even tried to catch the illusion with their bare hands. Even the adults laughed and enjoyed the show - rare sight in Disneyland. Besides the 3D effect, we could even feel the water splashes while the walking brooms splashed the place with water and the strong wind current as we rode on Aladdin's flying carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9BLw6TI/AAAAAAAAANw/DFPiVN9lgv4/s1600-h/P1000281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9BLw6TI/AAAAAAAAANw/DFPiVN9lgv4/s400/P1000281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286998312404183346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philhar Magic entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w8aICjtI/AAAAAAAAANo/SOAGep8gOio/s1600-h/P1000280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w8aICjtI/AAAAAAAAANo/SOAGep8gOio/s400/P1000280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286998301919579858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PhilharMagic banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9HnCetI/AAAAAAAAAN4/V2Ksf4efDlc/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8w9HnCetI/AAAAAAAAAN4/V2Ksf4efDlc/s400/DSC00411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286998314129193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the doors leading into the theater to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8xS8rkqsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ciSgk3nRwvU/s1600-h/P1000275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8xS8rkqsI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ciSgk3nRwvU/s400/P1000275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286998689152543426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curtains not yet raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to ride the boat. Ain't fun. Waited for more than 20 mins to go on a short route with uninteresting thingies at the side. The real fire was cool though. Could feel the intense heat of the huge flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yk1DZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2x9LRukdbtk/s1600-h/P1000298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yk1DZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2x9LRukdbtk/s400/P1000298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000095854290114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, bro, sis and I merry-go-rounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yl3e75MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Oa2TmT8yVvg/s1600-h/P1000301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8yl3e75MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Oa2TmT8yVvg/s400/P1000301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000113686504642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and little horsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8ylkPHN3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/SGNXWRUuDOc/s1600-h/P1000276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8ylkPHN3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/SGNXWRUuDOc/s400/P1000276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000108519864178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgot what's the name. XXX Carousel.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8ylZyvluI/AAAAAAAAAOg/03oXjsjopm0/s1600-h/P1000279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8ylZyvluI/AAAAAAAAAOg/03oXjsjopm0/s400/P1000279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000105716520674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumbos beside the carousel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took our lunch at the neatly-designed Royal Banquet Hall. Food asspensive as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80Be_LNKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_8_izpzrSZw/s1600-h/P1000307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80Be_LNKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_8_izpzrSZw/s400/P1000307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287001687658804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Royal Banquet Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80BKkGzJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RuR8Rm3Wu14/s1600-h/P1000308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80BKkGzJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RuR8Rm3Wu14/s400/P1000308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287001682176560274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80A_K2_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5AuEfMfbXYU/s1600-h/P1000305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80A_K2_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5AuEfMfbXYU/s400/P1000305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287001679117876466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Statue of sleeping beauty and the prince at the centre of the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80Ahfs43I/AAAAAAAAAPA/LQrXA1iIvbY/s1600-h/P1000304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80Ahfs43I/AAAAAAAAAPA/LQrXA1iIvbY/s400/P1000304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287001671152231282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the beast statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80AP7KtSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N6-OTo_XGkk/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV80AP7KtSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N6-OTo_XGkk/s400/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287001666435593506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took lunch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a sight-seeing train arund the unexpectedly small HK Disneyland. 80% of the time on the ride we were starig blankly into dense tree growths. The planning of the travel route was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81CdhqBKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D0gslAR1DHQ/s1600-h/P1000322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81CdhqBKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D0gslAR1DHQ/s400/P1000322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002803958056098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland Railroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81CPk8XrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wB9gpjaiIik/s1600-h/P1000323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81CPk8XrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wB9gpjaiIik/s400/P1000323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002800213745330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Train arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81BlDTPhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PoTNEvspzzk/s1600-h/P1000330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81BlDTPhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PoTNEvspzzk/s400/P1000330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002788798348818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos around Disneyland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81BY56uoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rXraJ_i1PZc/s1600-h/P1000257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81BY56uoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rXraJ_i1PZc/s400/P1000257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002785537768066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland Christmas tree - dun even compare this to ParkCity Mall's Christmas tree. Just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81Au6nTGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqe_xMPj60g/s1600-h/Steaming+Tikis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV81Au6nTGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/yqe_xMPj60g/s400/Steaming+Tikis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287002774266399842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steaming Tikis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82TBq7Z5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fPSBHO2N2b8/s1600-h/P1000321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82TBq7Z5I/AAAAAAAAAQo/fPSBHO2N2b8/s400/P1000321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287004188050155410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disneyland main castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SnE-iKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GgKbq8SLCMM/s1600-h/P1000309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SnE-iKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GgKbq8SLCMM/s400/P1000309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287004180911655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Castle side view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SvaHPiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ik2ido0t1vY/s1600-h/P1000311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SvaHPiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ik2ido0t1vY/s400/P1000311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287004183147789858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute statues of the dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SbO8SOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K3cdxljcB1I/s1600-h/P1000470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SbO8SOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K3cdxljcB1I/s400/P1000470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287004177732225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, b4 going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we squeezed into the crowds at the pavements to check out the dancing parade. Here are some photos of the parade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SJ4Yd7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKlwZrhoXhY/s1600-h/P1000350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV82SJ4Yd7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKlwZrhoXhY/s400/P1000350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287004173074200498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leading float/festooned vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83v25nQwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-xE0DNd68DM/s1600-h/P1000347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83v25nQwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-xE0DNd68DM/s400/P1000347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005782886793986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancers in front of the first float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83v_W1MsI/AAAAAAAAARI/38kYMYlBgTg/s1600-h/P1000348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83v_W1MsI/AAAAAAAAARI/38kYMYlBgTg/s400/P1000348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005785156825794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vrZ7ELI/AAAAAAAAARA/O0GmVrYUc4c/s1600-h/P1000349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vrZ7ELI/AAAAAAAAARA/O0GmVrYUc4c/s400/P1000349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005779801084082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind the dancers were these 2 with their strange costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84G5tE1WI/AAAAAAAAARo/SzZDehNqPlc/s1600-h/P1000364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84G5tE1WI/AAAAAAAAARo/SzZDehNqPlc/s400/P1000364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006178776503650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first float is followed by hot dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84GoT7OAI/AAAAAAAAARg/DQY_vTNgeEw/s1600-h/P1000365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84GoT7OAI/AAAAAAAAARg/DQY_vTNgeEw/s400/P1000365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006174107613186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cabaret? Ooh la la!&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84GLd0qoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ca2UKNJ_rhw/s1600-h/P1000366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84GLd0qoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Ca2UKNJ_rhw/s400/P1000366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006166364498562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye, sexies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84q_x37qI/AAAAAAAAASg/hLvPBHJMWgM/s1600-h/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84q_x37qI/AAAAAAAAASg/hLvPBHJMWgM/s400/P1000369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006798882533026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old version Mickey mouse.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vddXWUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BOHOBB0TZcQ/s1600-h/P1000354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vddXWUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BOHOBB0TZcQ/s400/P1000354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005776057424194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marching band with giant Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vamCDrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/84Swlu3jFM8/s1600-h/P1000355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV83vamCDrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/84Swlu3jFM8/s400/P1000355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287005775288471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up shot.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84piUaidI/AAAAAAAAASI/Bd-WIFnGIW0/s1600-h/P1000380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84piUaidI/AAAAAAAAASI/Bd-WIFnGIW0/s400/P1000380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006773794474450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84G5ZXBwI/AAAAAAAAARw/z64WmMu0FZ8/s1600-h/P1000363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84G5ZXBwI/AAAAAAAAARw/z64WmMu0FZ8/s400/P1000363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006178693809922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginger-bread-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84HAwTmXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bgUXfmLn80Q/s1600-h/P1000359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84HAwTmXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bgUXfmLn80Q/s400/P1000359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006180669102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy elves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84pg29REI/AAAAAAAAASA/8TJDqe3Tld8/s1600-h/P1000384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84pg29REI/AAAAAAAAASA/8TJDqe3Tld8/s400/P1000384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006773402485826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toy soldier wannabes I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Bfm242I/AAAAAAAAATI/uq6HpwQRcOI/s1600-h/P1000386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Bfm242I/AAAAAAAAATI/uq6HpwQRcOI/s400/P1000386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007185383383906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice in Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84qm-nliI/AAAAAAAAASY/pu6nZpbxyGU/s1600-h/P1000376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84qm-nliI/AAAAAAAAASY/pu6nZpbxyGU/s400/P1000376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006792225101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 7 Dwarfs...&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84p6x9s8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/kqHkBPj4CnU/s1600-h/P1000378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV84p6x9s8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/kqHkBPj4CnU/s400/P1000378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287006780360864706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85AACicwI/AAAAAAAAASo/MJE8-JVdeGk/s1600-h/P1000398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85AACicwI/AAAAAAAAASo/MJE8-JVdeGk/s400/P1000398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007159729681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green army from Toy Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85ZLNn7qI/AAAAAAAAATw/WlrqolfYF7A/s1600-h/P1000401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85ZLNn7qI/AAAAAAAAATw/WlrqolfYF7A/s400/P1000401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007592225697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like their rigid movements. Kind of like shuffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85ZCf3tAI/AAAAAAAAATo/lHl1cz9wGe0/s1600-h/P1000403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85ZCf3tAI/AAAAAAAAATo/lHl1cz9wGe0/s400/P1000403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007589886309378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toy Story. To infinity and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85BNjfrVI/AAAAAAAAATA/_bkjfsM0I_g/s1600-h/P1000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85BNjfrVI/AAAAAAAAATA/_bkjfsM0I_g/s400/P1000391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007180537441618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncool starfishes.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85BFxIKPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d4Gb5xh_jDc/s1600-h/P1000393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85BFxIKPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/d4Gb5xh_jDc/s400/P1000393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007178447137010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85A1sPD_I/AAAAAAAAASw/0Yx1Afg4ZOw/s1600-h/P1000394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85A1sPD_I/AAAAAAAAASw/0Yx1Afg4ZOw/s400/P1000394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007174131650546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ariel waving at me.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85YxytVrI/AAAAAAAAATY/tiP27FHvioc/s1600-h/P1000412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85YxytVrI/AAAAAAAAATY/tiP27FHvioc/s400/P1000412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007585401919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancers for the last float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Y8JmJNI/AAAAAAAAATg/vwnXW_GxMk0/s1600-h/P1000411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Y8JmJNI/AAAAAAAAATg/vwnXW_GxMk0/s400/P1000411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007588182271186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Ye9pV8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DVy7zx7_CBQ/s1600-h/P1000415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85Ye9pV8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DVy7zx7_CBQ/s400/P1000415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007580347520962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa, Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie for the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85lBT_n5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/xMhQ_YHp7GY/s1600-h/P1000422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV85lBT_n5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/xMhQ_YHp7GY/s400/P1000422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287007795726491538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...not to forget Donald Duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88DI07JII/AAAAAAAAAUI/6hy2gX-XvYo/s1600-h/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88DI07JII/AAAAAAAAAUI/6hy2gX-XvYo/s400/P1000416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010512162989186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parade ended. Crowd chased after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explored the smal small world/小小世界.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88fc_RETI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fjFIJYIusnY/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88fc_RETI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fjFIJYIusnY/s400/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010998611415346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-qvfwzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SKV_ftHBYdo/s1600-h/P1000423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-qvfwzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SKV_ftHBYdo/s400/P1000423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011534879310642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't look small at all to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88fKA2X6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-HVJHKH0if0/s1600-h/P1000425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88fKA2X6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/-HVJHKH0if0/s400/P1000425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010993517780898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting into the vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88ezL5bII/AAAAAAAAAUg/0WQeVB6rEhw/s1600-h/P1000427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88ezL5bII/AAAAAAAAAUg/0WQeVB6rEhw/s400/P1000427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010987390102658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88emeRESI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HFB_cHflV0w/s1600-h/P1000442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88emeRESI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HFB_cHflV0w/s400/P1000442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287010983977488674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-Tix4qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AaHGJgrU0pI/s1600-h/P1000449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-Tix4qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AaHGJgrU0pI/s400/P1000449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011528651956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-WrB_gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VQli3XeGuho/s1600-h/P1000456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-WrB_gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VQli3XeGuho/s400/P1000456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011529491873282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having my lesson learnt after puking at Genting, I got into one of the Mad Hatter's Cups. Decided not to spin the cup at 80km/h this time and safely avoided puking(watermelon incident).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89nFj42xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sdwhIqWfgi4/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89nFj42xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sdwhIqWfgi4/s400/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287012229273148178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mad Hatter Tea Cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mzCzerI/AAAAAAAAAV4/odNB1YX7-k0/s1600-h/cups.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mzCzerI/AAAAAAAAAV4/odNB1YX7-k0/s400/cups.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287012224302545586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spin baby, spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-HxP_XI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TwPqSnl_RU8/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV88-HxP_XI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TwPqSnl_RU8/s400/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287011525491424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't puke please... &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing 6.45pm. Went to look for the venue where the Sleeping Beauty show is gonna take place. In the process, I almost ran into the main cast, the Sleeping Beauty itself while she was accompanied by his prince and a troop of red-costumed dancers heading towards the main stage. Good thing I din ran into her or else the show's gonna be canceled due to injury and I'll be banned from Disneyland for life. Damn funny incident haha. She was hot though, damn HOT, not to mention her melodious voice while she sang. I was lucky to be able to get so close to the cast. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mvCEIeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lyz0zklw0mo/s1600-h/P1000315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mvCEIeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lyz0zklw0mo/s400/P1000315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287012223225700834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where I almost ran into Sleeping Beauty few hours later.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mpYGDbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LlW8wX61Qm8/s1600-h/P1000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mpYGDbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/LlW8wX61Qm8/s400/P1000465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287012221707488690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lit-up Disneyland main castle at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to the show. The crowd was overwhelming. Everyone arrived so early, the front spots are all taken(everyone stood thru the 15 mins show, no seats provided). Couldn't see shit. Many parents sacrificed themselves by letting their small kids sit on their shoulders and enjoy the show like VIPs while the parents stare blankly into the backs to the tall jabornies in front. The final finale was great though. The show ended with the Disneyland Castle being lit up and a jaw-dropping play of brilliant fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fast food for dinner in Tomorrowland. Went back to hotel and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mPbZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FowcHIEzEsw/s1600-h/P1000472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV89mPbZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAVg/FowcHIEzEsw/s400/P1000472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287012214742053954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents along with other relatives who joined along for this trip went to 庙街 while we slept soundly back at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Disneyland is fucked without the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Many couples - romantic - taking photos tgther - hugging each other at all times as if th world's coming to an end - matching clothes and accessories, eg. mickey ears - both cute chicks and old hags wore them haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can get Disneyland annual pass for only HK Dollar 650 and u can visit it anytime for a year, FOC. HK people got it lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Each customers are given a special glass that allows u to see angels flying when looking at the light at night. It's only effective for small and distinct lights. PM me if u r interested to know more. The glasses are still with me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 more posts to go, damn troublesome*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8970011925359941520?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8970011925359941520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8970011925359941520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8970011925359941520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8970011925359941520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/01/hong-kong-macau-trip-part-3.html' title='HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 3)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8uOEQv54I/AAAAAAAAAMw/N0MfxJ1AC6U/s72-c/P1000477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7791751226136306535</id><published>2009-01-03T13:19:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:19:15.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MTR(public transport in HK) to Tsuen Wan, then to Ngong Ping/昂坪 in cable cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV72GyyyKBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hiS7PAxTAtE/s1600-h/MTR+interior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV72GyyyKBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hiS7PAxTAtE/s400/MTR+interior.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286933609153964050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the MTR. Dunno what MTR stands for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feared the height and the hollow gaps inside the cable car. Halfway thru, there were dense mist, signifying the incoming rain. Photos before boarding the cable cars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV726xN5lFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gjl6wPv9jfA/s1600-h/To+cable+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV726xN5lFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Gjl6wPv9jfA/s400/To+cable+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286934502084023378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To cable car station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV73nRREAeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i5dIkRoWgLk/s1600-h/Sis+and+bro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV73nRREAeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/i5dIkRoWgLk/s400/Sis+and+bro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286935266601468386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro &amp;amp; sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV74UZj4VGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FB59Z56r5H0/s1600-h/Ticket+counter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV74UZj4VGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FB59Z56r5H0/s400/Ticket+counter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286936041921991778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ticket Counter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from inside of cable car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV75OyVDHTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Iw2MbG-KOkk/s1600-h/cc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV75OyVDHTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Iw2MbG-KOkk/s400/cc1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286937045003083058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV76NA8lDfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fZHf6Z_DaW4/s1600-h/cc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV76NA8lDfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fZHf6Z_DaW4/s400/cc2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286938114078871026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still going low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV77MbWsGfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IOanJhhKXkY/s1600-h/cc3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV77MbWsGfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IOanJhhKXkY/s400/cc3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286939203499465202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back at the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV77_wB2SZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/chPOkVhq-Xk/s1600-h/cc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV77_wB2SZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/chPOkVhq-Xk/s400/cc4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940085222525330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV78z9KsXvI/AAAAAAAAAII/wNcTdnZXSdc/s1600-h/cc5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV78z9KsXvI/AAAAAAAAAII/wNcTdnZXSdc/s400/cc5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286940982102482674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checkpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV793_YG1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fmePcqoszcA/s1600-h/cc6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV793_YG1RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fmePcqoszcA/s400/cc6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286942150926718226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nuclear silos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8aS8-FwcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FBR1XcLeS14/s1600-h/cc7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8aS8-FwcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FBR1XcLeS14/s400/cc7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286973400462770626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The travel route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8bHVQ46QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ee2iFIGU2LY/s1600-h/cc8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8bHVQ46QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ee2iFIGU2LY/s400/cc8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286974300337268994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View across the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8c0DafWCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q0cMy0it9z4/s1600-h/cc10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8c0DafWCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Q0cMy0it9z4/s400/cc10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286976168151439394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8drZY5d6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QaylOnGPAQ8/s1600-h/cc12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8drZY5d6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QaylOnGPAQ8/s400/cc12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286977118943147938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8etT1cyYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JEr1ZmeLWv8/s1600-h/cc13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8etT1cyYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JEr1ZmeLWv8/s400/cc13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286978251323656578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People walking down below instead of using cable cars to reach the top. Exercise is good for health but this is just too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8fjKmqjOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YFwwG-kyiC0/s1600-h/cc14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8fjKmqjOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YFwwG-kyiC0/s400/cc14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286979176558660834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro &amp;amp; I in cable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8glHYX4WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_yHsTxMptNw/s1600-h/cc15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8glHYX4WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_yHsTxMptNw/s400/cc15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286980309564776802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another checkpoint. Cable car capacity 1.9tonnes - 17 passengers, if I'm not wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8hXSmI_hI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H4u_LyWiMiY/s1600-h/cc16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8hXSmI_hI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H4u_LyWiMiY/s400/cc16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286981171568770578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into the dense mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8iIo4occI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WIGTTEw8HFw/s1600-h/cc17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8iIo4occI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WIGTTEw8HFw/s400/cc17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286982019365499330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Within the mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8i_aTSCnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XXC19Xxg-sY/s1600-h/cc20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8i_aTSCnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XXC19Xxg-sY/s400/cc20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286982960343550578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived and started walking towards the main attraction, the giant buddha statue. Sadly, in the end we din walk to the end due to the rain and limited vision from the mist. I just don't get the point of this trip, traveling all the way here just to experience bad weather? =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some photos taken at the highlands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8jxCMYgQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hVBSKRlQH4Y/s1600-h/cc23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8jxCMYgQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hVBSKRlQH4Y/s400/cc23.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286983812865622274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random snap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8kkS8vXjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-hBa1hWxuzE/s1600-h/cc24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8kkS8vXjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-hBa1hWxuzE/s400/cc24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286984693536742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8lXBj5nSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U90CyY8mB8M/s1600-h/buddha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8lXBj5nSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/U90CyY8mB8M/s400/buddha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286985565042482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final destination - The giant Buddha statue up front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mkZK7E-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NFYLNze6ozE/s1600-h/ngong+ping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mkZK7E-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NFYLNze6ozE/s400/ngong+ping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986894230098914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banner. Now I know why there were people walking all the way to the top. Charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJdZXBBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/C-JXqAtrAyE/s1600-h/cc26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJdZXBBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/C-JXqAtrAyE/s400/cc26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986431507923986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reindeers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJF_NVgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aW1z3vhE4q4/s1600-h/cc25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJF_NVgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aW1z3vhE4q4/s400/cc25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986425224222210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mpuLhxBI/AAAAAAAAALI/PwyHbLKuCcQ/s1600-h/snow+globes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mpuLhxBI/AAAAAAAAALI/PwyHbLKuCcQ/s400/snow+globes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986985769124882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow globes for sale. Mum and sis bought one each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mnh4lhhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aPPPixCBY9A/s1600-h/notti+notti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mnh4lhhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aPPPixCBY9A/s400/notti+notti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986948108715538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notti guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nCxeJmhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vd4vvwPANtY/s1600-h/toy+soldiers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nCxeJmhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vd4vvwPANtY/s400/toy+soldiers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987416149269010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toy soldiers for sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nDt6HL-I/AAAAAAAAALY/5hiDMAXsz9Q/s1600-h/ts+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nDt6HL-I/AAAAAAAAALY/5hiDMAXsz9Q/s400/ts+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987432372678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nENVRq1I/AAAAAAAAALg/0wVcuyTX2gg/s1600-h/ts+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nENVRq1I/AAAAAAAAALg/0wVcuyTX2gg/s400/ts+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987440808110930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with big-ass toy soldiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJga2cFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-5knQr6LDPA/s1600-h/cc29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJga2cFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-5knQr6LDPA/s400/cc29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986432319483986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishing shrine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJjaVPzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2wnpDQMm4Ko/s1600-h/cc28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJjaVPzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2wnpDQMm4Ko/s400/cc28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986433122615090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd along the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mo6mbCWI/AAAAAAAAALA/58_Aq58Krjs/s1600-h/sis+n+bro+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mo6mbCWI/AAAAAAAAALA/58_Aq58Krjs/s400/sis+n+bro+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986971923286370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro and sis posing. Notice the dense mist that started to set in behind. There were small drizzles at that moment so we stopped moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJ5UkPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/28FURE1R3rU/s1600-h/mist+and+rain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8mJ5UkPHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/28FURE1R3rU/s400/mist+and+rain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286986439004011634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Covered in mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back downhill and shopped in the adjacent mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nFWNodBI/AAAAAAAAALo/ApnKQ7-emAU/s1600-h/mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nFWNodBI/AAAAAAAAALo/ApnKQ7-emAU/s400/mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987460371837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roaming inside the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nGdcL3zI/AAAAAAAAALw/W3MUf1KrN08/s1600-h/tree+in+mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8nGdcL3zI/AAAAAAAAALw/W3MUf1KrN08/s400/tree+in+mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286987479491796786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas tree inside the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, went back to hotel. Nightime came along with unpleasing moments. Not worth blogging about. Don't bother to try and ask me. I've forgotten, seriously. Some photos for the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n-Eo8a6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/42tI9MnYnpM/s1600-h/sis+n+bro+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n-Eo8a6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/42tI9MnYnpM/s400/sis+n+bro+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286988434907098018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis &amp;amp; bro in front of random building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n-N7b_xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uMGmCEZpnEI/s1600-h/couple+with+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n-N7b_xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uMGmCEZpnEI/s400/couple+with+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286988437400583954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple with white Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n94E3msI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TDQx12k3av8/s1600-h/bibi+%26+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV8n94E3msI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TDQx12k3av8/s400/bibi+%26+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286988431534561986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shiny balls, sis and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of Part 2*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7791751226136306535?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7791751226136306535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7791751226136306535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7791751226136306535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7791751226136306535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/01/hk-macau-trip-part-2.html' title='HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 2)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV72GyyyKBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hiS7PAxTAtE/s72-c/MTR+interior.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-1794045375137902728</id><published>2009-01-03T12:18:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:18:23.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to LCCT(Low Cost Carrier Terminal) - rode a premium taxi to a nearby hotel(cost covered by the hotel)- Empress Hotel. Got an executive room instead of the pre-booked family room cuz ran outta rooms - no extra charges. Dinner at a typical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; and slept early for we had to wake up at 3am the following day to catch up with the early 6.30am flight to Macau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unless u're too free, read this post part by part for I guarantee you it will be a FRIGGIN LONG post. Proceed at your own risk, haha.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, checked out. Took of to LCCT in the hotel van provided. Waited long b4 we could finally board the plane. Squeezed into my seat and thought to myself: " Fuck, what should I do for the next 4 hours on this friggin plane?!" I finished scanning thru the in-flight magazine during my BTU-KL flight! While I was at it, I glanced at the other passengers who just entered the plane queueing up along the aisle. Daymn there were lotsa hot chicks. To top it up, even the air stewardesses were quite hot, a lot hotter than those in domestic flights. Now I know why AirAsia is so popular at the international stage. The chicks did it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Optional Boring Section (Skipping this part is advisable)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane started to move and the air stewardess started to do their jobs. Not giving the customers blowjobs but performing the safety demonstrations. This is when the fun part comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstration over, lights were switched off. The only lights that were still on were from the no-smoking, fasten seatbelts and EXIT sign inside the plane. Other than that, there were complete darkness + silence. The atmosphere was nice. Looked out the windows and enjoyed the view of the colourful runway lights that shone elegantly, contrasting the darkness of the dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane rose higher and my vision got designated to the view of the lights emitted by the orderly arranged roadlights and from the numerous buildings down below. That's why I prefer night time or early morning flights to hot &amp;amp; sunny daytime flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Optional Boring Section (END)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight landed in Macau International Airport, took an unauthorized taxi-van/霸王车 to the ferry station in order to reach HK. Booked ferry tickets under the First Ferry Company. Wanted to book another line of more groovy-looking ferries under the name of Turbo Jet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7kZqC27WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6ITWuZ5rHe8/s1600-h/Turbo+Jet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7kZqC27WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6ITWuZ5rHe8/s400/Turbo+Jet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286914142013680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turbo Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but too bad the tickets were sold out. The ferries ain't normal ferries u see in Malaysia but high-speed hydrofoils. By high-speed, they really do mean it. Their speed might even put the normal cruisers to shame. The journey to HK was exciting, the windy weather made the waves big. Throughout the 1 hour journey the ferry was hovering with unpleasing sudden movements along with the incoming fierce waves. It was like a roller-coaster ride, just much more risky. Risk of getting a chance to meet Mr.Davy Jones at the seabed to pay an early new year visit. PM me if u're interested to see the video of the ferry speed - the view from the windows. Many people puked during this ride, including mum and sis. This is also the ferry that literally shrunk my balls to one third of their original size. I named it S.S. Geronimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7lAwt6cUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5CcqUJw4trk/s1600-h/First+Ferry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7lAwt6cUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5CcqUJw4trk/s400/First+Ferry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286914813819777346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S.S. Geronimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went thru lots of customs b4 entering HK. Tediousness. Took a taxi to our hotel - Metropark Hotel Mongkok. The driver knew only Cantonese - it was pure luck dat we managed to get to our destination safely without getting lost despite the communication limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, we din join a tour for this trip. Bro and I slept thru the afternoon in the hotel to recharge our worn out batteries while mum and pops went shopping at 女人街. They came back, woke us up for dinner. After that, went back to stroll around 女人街 again for they felt guilty leaving us out during the afternoon. Now, I'll let the photos &lt;strike&gt;along with their respective captions&lt;/strike&gt; do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7oO5DFXwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RNrfqOFDkC0/s1600-h/HK+streets+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7oO5DFXwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RNrfqOFDkC0/s400/HK+streets+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286918355109109506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HK streets at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7pAV5teyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JnsG7EMgN-Q/s1600-h/HK+streets+3+with+babe+looking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7pAV5teyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JnsG7EMgN-Q/s400/HK+streets+3+with+babe+looking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286919204668013346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HK streets at night with babe inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7rf-b-ZhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KyzxBcd65JI/s1600-h/nv+ren+jie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7rf-b-ZhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KyzxBcd65JI/s400/nv+ren+jie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286921947148346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;女人街&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7s4NY_fUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6utwZ7uVUdE/s1600-h/nv+ren+jie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7s4NY_fUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6utwZ7uVUdE/s400/nv+ren+jie+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286923462990855490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;女人街2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that can be found here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7tqHO7dLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YXkcFUbowdQ/s1600-h/Chinese+crafts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7tqHO7dLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YXkcFUbowdQ/s400/Chinese+crafts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286924320331494578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese handicrafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7uUzr9DVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ASPK-a1PrU/s1600-h/La+la+pants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7uUzr9DVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ASPK-a1PrU/s400/La+la+pants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286925053818899794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La3 La1 pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7u_0ad42I/AAAAAAAAAGI/TQsxthziozE/s1600-h/Leather+purses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7u_0ad42I/AAAAAAAAAGI/TQsxthziozE/s400/Leather+purses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286925792748364642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leather purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7wQI1l40I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_rywisk3biw/s1600-h/Masks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7wQI1l40I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_rywisk3biw/s400/Masks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286927172620378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7w7VdVh9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9fMP1VsGi7A/s1600-h/Wooden+dolls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7w7VdVh9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/9fMP1VsGi7A/s400/Wooden+dolls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286927914742679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute wooden dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7xlOy1PMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0fksf3cRDvo/s1600-h/Thongs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7xlOy1PMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0fksf3cRDvo/s400/Thongs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286928634508295362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elephant thongs &lt;strike&gt;that are undersized for me&lt;/strike&gt; and cheap lingeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7yMXNipnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vrEDdZkRp38/s1600-h/THongs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7yMXNipnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vrEDdZkRp38/s400/THongs+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286929306782705266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More explicit outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7y4t88SxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H4ebfWcuGB4/s1600-h/Thongs+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7y4t88SxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/H4ebfWcuGB4/s400/Thongs+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286930068801342226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More than 7 shops here selling these stuffs. I wonder if there will be any perverts patronizing these shops haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was chilly and windy at night. Stuffed inside my warm coat, it was damn soothing and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7z5JWEbSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3E5FD-dcWs8/s1600-h/Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7z5JWEbSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3E5FD-dcWs8/s400/Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286931175666117922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in my warm coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished Malaysia's weather is like HK. Only several days abroad, now I'm unable to blend back into this hot and sunny country already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to hotel, bathed, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV70O7OsUbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/765gLoc2pXA/s1600-h/Metropark+Hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV70O7OsUbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/765gLoc2pXA/s400/Metropark+Hotel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286931549834203570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slept here for 3 days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidy-ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go sumwhere much more interesting the next day. Boys dun enjoy shoppings. =)&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/4157592819064454217-1794045375137902728?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/1794045375137902728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=1794045375137902728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1794045375137902728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1794045375137902728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2009/01/hk-macau-trip-part-1.html' title='HK &amp; Macau Trip (Part 1)'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SV7kZqC27WI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6ITWuZ5rHe8/s72-c/Turbo+Jet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-1379294647018105804</id><published>2008-12-25T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:49:27.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>December Highlight</title><content type='html'>I went to church this morning and the pastor mentioned sth about reading Harry Potter books. They said what the author got cancer for writing such devilish books which make people imitate the characters inside to become wizards or sorcerers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not judge people, okay. People wont be that stupid to imitate the impossible. Human have intelligence, that's what makes them special. The cancer thingie is not some friggin punishment. Its coincidence! I don't believe in God. I need proof. If they cant show me but only gimme verbal persuasions I won't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone. Although it's not like people celebrate Christmas grandly in Malaysia. No snow, no Santa Claus, no Santa babes, no elvish babes, no chimneys, no presents, no nothing. Well, maybe there are decorations, fake trees and masses in church to commemorate the birth of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I din mean to spoil the cheerful mood so I'll draw sth using paint to compensate for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SVMCX5EZnhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tg2sxXQELaY/s1600-h/Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SVMCX5EZnhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tg2sxXQELaY/s400/Snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283569397315247634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's nearing. I'm gonna copy &amp;amp; paste a SMS which I find interesting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let me wish u Happy new Year. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The year has almost gone but it makes us strong.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The path was long, but we walked with a song. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There were fears &amp;amp; tears,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But we also had reasons for cheers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wishing u happy memories of last year &amp;amp; have a "GREAT" beginning for the next year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm going to KL tomorrow and then transit to Macau the day after. Gonna enjoy my holidays in Macau and Hong Kong for around 6 days. Wish me luck and have a safe trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho Ho,&lt;br /&gt;Santa Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-1379294647018105804?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/1379294647018105804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=1379294647018105804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1379294647018105804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/1379294647018105804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-highlight.html' title='December Highlight'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SVMCX5EZnhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Tg2sxXQELaY/s72-c/Snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-3131759803628909168</id><published>2008-12-22T08:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:31:35.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>First Blooded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://technodeval.blogspot.com/"&gt;Val&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; some 6 hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could say I don't do tags but then again I dun wanna disappoint her so I just might as well try once haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name the people you tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imaginary friends: Bubu, Bibi, Baba, Bobo and &lt;a href="http://tasteoflemonade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex Liew Kien Hong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna make other ppl's lives miserable. Alex is an exception. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Describe yourself in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sexy? Haha. Maybe funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Someone who really loves me. Gotta appreciate, ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Have you ever loved someone before but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Many times, babe. Many times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Target keep changing when doomed to fail haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. How if people reject your confession; face to face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I dunno nvr tried b4. But if I have the balls to propose face to face I might as well be prepared for it, to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. What will u say to a person who doesn’t want to believe u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;U dun blif me? How about now? (Repeat the second sentence 'N' times.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let's not talk about the past shall we? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Do you have something special with you all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Do u mean that... uhh... thing? If it is, yea it's very special.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. Long distance love ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Depends on how deeply are we in love. People tend to lose hope in the relationship. Might find new partners, maybe secretly when 2 people are far apart. Many reasons la. Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. Best place to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't cry. Haha JK. I cry on the spot. Fuck the witnesses. I dun give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12. Who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;13. Tell us of your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wan me to explain in detail? It's wet dream. Might be explicit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No lah. Most of my dreams are about game. Pathetic right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;14. Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hated that individual for more than 2 years now. U tell me whether it's bad or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;15. The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gee I dunno. But I tell lots of lies so I know how to cope with dem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16. The last person you had a beer with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The gay gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PM me if ya wanna know the members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;17. The last person you went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BTU Buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PM me if ya wanna know the members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;18. The last person you talked on the cell phone with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/48933778"&gt;Ling Nai Ho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. I asked him to return to me my FF8 CDs.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;19. The last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imaginary friend Bubu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;20. The last person you yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My sis who got into 'Annoying' mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;21. In the last week have you kissed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imaginary friend Bubu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;22. Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I forgot. I don't even try to remember such things. Wut's da use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish I can have unlimited wishes that will be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;24. If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Paris. Interested after visiting &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;25. What you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Being left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26. What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My dream to be successful in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;27. Five facts About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Gaming a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Enjoys hangin out with close buddies but not too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- High demand - partner &amp;amp; life needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Like oldies, techno, sentimental &amp;amp; classic songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to write lah. Guys that know me help me write bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Five things that scare me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Noone to rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Separated from group in an unfamiliar place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Life threat: Me &amp;amp; Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Lol the first 3 points are alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;29. Two Songs Playing in My Head Lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Feel - Robbie Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;黄昏 - Richie Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;30. Five Things I treasure in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;- Family&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;- Wealth&lt;br /&gt;- Happiness&lt;br /&gt;- Bonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-3131759803628909168?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/3131759803628909168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=3131759803628909168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/3131759803628909168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/3131759803628909168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-blooded.html' title='First Blooded'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-6249847264873200852</id><published>2008-12-22T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:58:46.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Sem 2's Achievements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SU6BQR_7y-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I3c4GWt1K5g/s1600-h/Result.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SU6BQR_7y-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I3c4GWt1K5g/s400/Result.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282301529661623266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot I would fail my Visual Comm. Good thing there's still a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. Better than I expected yet I'm still somewhat unsatisfied. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; people got higher scores than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGPA: 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of A's: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of B's: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: 72%+2A+3B - Exact same as last semester's result WTF. At least I still maintain my 50% scholarship. CGPA minimum requirement is 65. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next year. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-6249847264873200852?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/6249847264873200852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=6249847264873200852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6249847264873200852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/6249847264873200852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-2s-achievements.html' title='Sem 2&apos;s Achievements'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SU6BQR_7y-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/I3c4GWt1K5g/s72-c/Result.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2403680822062464753</id><published>2008-12-21T09:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:07:27.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Magic of Chatting 2</title><content type='html'>So as I was saying in the &lt;a href="http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/magic-of-chatting.html"&gt;Magic of Chatting post&lt;/a&gt;, I had an old-friends-chat with Chua. The start of this conversation was  triggered by him noticing my blog. Yea, this blog. As expected, he was impressed with 12 posts within one week lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Then there were random chats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And there were of course topics about where we're studying and what course are we taking. Who doesn't ask abt this after not meeting for a long time?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we touched on this matter, we started to talk about things that happened in UTP, after I left, that is. I'll not talk about the factors that made me left UTP, maybe in another post. There are just too much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly he said he miss me. I was touched until he said he missed me in UTP CALL(Computer Aided Language Lab) Lab playing DotA.     =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the DotA standard in UTP dropped drastically since I left but then I thought there are much more pros among the seniors. Anyway, I missed the times &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; played together despite the presence of the lab assistant staring at us carrying out ILLEGAL activities. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here includes  &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/25440352"&gt;JJ&lt;/a&gt;, my roomate &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/17375622"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;, cute &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/67890595"&gt;Chua&lt;/a&gt;, unpredictable &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=829221599"&gt;Hong&lt;/a&gt;, self-claimed-pro &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=506136805"&gt;Kayn-U&lt;/a&gt;, cool seniors (&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/11584184"&gt;Yapp&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; his foreigner friend), other Malays (Sun &amp;amp; Friends) and of course, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After that I mentioned abt the destructive aftermaths of DotA. Again I'll discuss this in detail in another dedicated post.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Next, we talked about my school's amazing efficiency in posting results and academic calendar which is not yet out although the new semester is abt to start. Impressive as always.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we told each other our Garena account ID and promised to play when we're free. That's abt all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like writing abt the conversation concerning my stay in KL next year. I just hope I have a place to stay in next year. Lots of complications happened. Haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of Post*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2403680822062464753?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2403680822062464753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2403680822062464753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2403680822062464753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2403680822062464753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/conversation-part-2.html' title='Magic of Chatting 2'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-302795425816205874</id><published>2008-12-17T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:12:28.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Bu Bu Chia</title><content type='html'>Learnt driving at A.M.B.(Akademi Memandu Budiman) today. Kinda nervous. My movements were more rigid than a damn robot. I almost &lt;strike&gt;ripped off the stering wheel&lt;/strike&gt; broke the starter of the engine. Good thing the trainer was nice, din whack me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, 30 mins. First time in my life - stepping on the brakes, the clutch, changing gear, everything. I'm honoured. Bro din bother to try to teach me beforehand lol. But after today's experience I think I lack skills, skills needed for driving. Kinda shaky. So when I pass my driving license eventually, the roads of Bintulu are no longer safe. Don't worry I'll stick a "BEWARE"  warning sign on my car before I ram into ur car's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time driving a bu-bu-chia,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-302795425816205874?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/302795425816205874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=302795425816205874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/302795425816205874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/302795425816205874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/bu-bu-chia.html' title='Bu Bu Chia'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-633573560094154839</id><published>2008-12-17T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:12:56.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Magic of Chatting</title><content type='html'>The girls had a great time having their 'GIRL CHAT' yesterday and was quite pleased with what they have done yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my own chats today.(it's past 12am oledi) One was a chat with an old UTP friend, &lt;a href="http://mymidnightdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chua&lt;/a&gt; and another one is a post-midnight council meeting to discuss about my next year's stay in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this short, I can actually copy and paste the entire chat history here to show the topics of our conversations but then my blog name will have to change from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Le Bouffon '&lt;/span&gt;The Jester' to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Paresseux Ass&lt;/span&gt; 'The Lazy Ass'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now. Will continue this post when I'm free later on or sth. Really have to sleep - store energy for the car learning session tomorrow. Please dun rain in the morning, I dun wan the driving sessions to be canceled again. Thx. Zzzzz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-633573560094154839?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/633573560094154839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=633573560094154839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/633573560094154839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/633573560094154839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/magic-of-chatting.html' title='Magic of Chatting'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-912157115647621495</id><published>2008-12-17T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:37:44.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>J.O.G.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting lazy. Enthusiasm to blog is decreasing gradually. So lazy I can even steal other blogger's post to let you read. Like what I'm gonna do now. It's in Chinese language but it's quite detailed. Maybe a few events are cut but... Anyway, read it if u care to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to Proceed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiale91.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html"&gt;STOLEN POST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Camy, dun smack my face next time u meet me. I'm gonna move on to the next post. BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-912157115647621495?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/912157115647621495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=912157115647621495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/912157115647621495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/912157115647621495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/jog.html' title='J.O.G.'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8057039446278523706</id><published>2008-12-14T01:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:47:24.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Cool?</title><content type='html'>Mum asked me to sleep early yesterday night. No, actually she asks me to sleep early everyday haha. That's because she really wanted me to go to church this morning and that I will not start sleeping only when my whole family is about to wake up and get ready to attend the Sunday mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at around 11pm. Miraculously, I was feelin sleepy despite the fact that I slept from 9.30am to around 3pm yesterday. With the support of the rain that went on outside which makes one sleep more soundly, I thought to myself: "Yeah! Finally today I can sleep early and end my unhealthy my habit!" So I lied down on the bed and started to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I woke up and feels somewhat energized. I went to check my handphone for the time and I sighed. "Haizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 12.58. Why the hell did I wake up so fast? I slept for around 2 hrs only!!! Now what am I going to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to do doing my usual post-midnight activities, of course. I was damn sienzzz. I though I could finally rid myself of this stupid sleeping-late habit. Again and again, I'm being faced with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like playing games this time so I went to search my cupboard for my old stuffs. I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUP9Eb06AKI/AAAAAAAAADw/kxjDQU-D32M/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUP9Eb06AKI/AAAAAAAAADw/kxjDQU-D32M/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279341440839319714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box which contains this penguin-like creature labels it as 'The Cool Fan!' Too bad it is UNCOOL when it doesn't work! I remembered discovering that it was malfunctioning one day when I got back home for the holidays half a year ago. I tried to change the batteries and even flipped it's switch ON and OFF 'N' times &lt;strike&gt;until the penguin got fed-up and slapped me in the face.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to fix it again. I explored the insides of the UNCOOL fan and it seemed that everything is just fine so I moved on to the battery part. I tried putting in the battery in a supposedly odd way and flipped on the switch. I fell off my chair in astonishment, literally when the penguin jump back to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQADRWy7DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOMcgVKFIao/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQADRWy7DI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOMcgVKFIao/s400/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279344719383686194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head was spinning so damn hard his body almost lifted off from the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to how I fixed this stupid penguin. The 2 battery sockets were exactly the same, as shown below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQA_7GfQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UCk5ec6-K7o/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQA_7GfQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UCk5ec6-K7o/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279345761381728978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, the batteries should be positioned THIS WAY for it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQBm7p9-eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/alJwJLZ3n50/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUQBm7p9-eI/AAAAAAAAAEI/alJwJLZ3n50/s400/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279346431545440738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! Well, at least now it changed back to being the COOL fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy(fixed the stupid penguin) and disappointed(not being able to sleep) at the same time, I should really try to sleep now or I'll be &lt;strike&gt;sleeping&lt;/strike&gt; unconscious in church again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I wanted to entitle this post "Happy Feet" but damn, this penguin got NO FRIGGIN LEGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8057039446278523706?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8057039446278523706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8057039446278523706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8057039446278523706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8057039446278523706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/cool.html' title='Cool?'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUP9Eb06AKI/AAAAAAAAADw/kxjDQU-D32M/s72-c/DSC00308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-5322064169892744180</id><published>2008-12-13T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:58:09.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friends Apart</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just me but do u think it's hard to keep in touch with friends that moved away to other places for a long period of time, let's say 1 to 2 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how close we were before, when we're apart for such a long time, we will lose touch of how much has he/she changed, we don't have same topics to talk about anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we really meet when he/she comes back for the holidays we will feel awkward, the atmosphere will be unlively or 'cold'. We are scared that we might make mistakes when words start to spill out from our mouth, bombarding him/her ears with things that he/she is not familiar with, and this might hurt his/her feelings, making him/her feel like he/she is a stranger, and is no longer a part to the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the phrase - "So close yet so far" comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some will still contact each other often disregarding the distance thru the phone or MSN, I dunno. Then again, once we step into adulthood, chances are most of us will be busy working, living our own lives and strive to achieve our goals, our ambitions. The bond called FRIENDSHIP that kept us tgther for years will start to weaken and eventually disintegrate, as we go our own ways... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all bound to happen, and yet I still hope otherwise. Most people will shout out the words "Friendship Forever" at this stage but I won't cuz I dun like stereotyping, I wanna be original. So I'll just remain silent......and let you do the thinking. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUOUvYUYUNI/AAAAAAAAADg/BfkOoJFhZ-4/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUOUvYUYUNI/AAAAAAAAADg/BfkOoJFhZ-4/s400/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279226729911046354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-5322064169892744180?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/5322064169892744180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=5322064169892744180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5322064169892744180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5322064169892744180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-apart.html' title='Friends Apart'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUOUvYUYUNI/AAAAAAAAADg/BfkOoJFhZ-4/s72-c/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2565716033797423431</id><published>2008-12-12T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:12:54.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Unsung Shu Chee</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i saw this &lt;a href="http://zhieng.reonyx.com/?p=341"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from my friend Zhi Eng's &lt;a href="http://zhieng.reonyx.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; which shows an interesting video on The Universal Declaration of Human Rights. The way they present are really creative and that makes it kinda convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might not heard of the slogan "BURMA: IT CAN'T WAIT." but it's a campaign which had been going on world wide for about 1 month. Watch these inspiring videos &lt;a href="http://fanista.com/BurmaItCantWait/default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; where you can hear some of the famous actors, actresses, comedians, etc talkin about the fight for freedom in Burma. Not much to say here, the videos below can explain it all. I think the campaign din work that well, and it's already over I dunno but anyway, have a look at these videos. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourites are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Will Ferrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1486946964" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1531191671&amp;playerId=1486946964&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="348" height="277" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The main character - Jim Levenstein of American Pie 1-3, Jason Biggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1486946964" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1531191717&amp;playerId=1486946964&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="348" height="277" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And finally, Jim Carrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NySuaJ2B20E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NySuaJ2B20E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salutes to Aung San Suu Kyi - currently the world's only imprisoned Nobel Peace Prize winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the chaos in Burma is solved in the future, I hope the world can give some concern to our country, Malaysia too where the Prime Minister always &lt;strike&gt;sleeps&lt;/strike&gt; goes into the state of deep thought in public and unfair treatment to other races besides Malay in a so-called multiracial democratic nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian who is caring and concerned about human rights,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2565716033797423431?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2565716033797423431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2565716033797423431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2565716033797423431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2565716033797423431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/unsung-shu-chee.html' title='Unsung Shu Chee'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-5068453858926465822</id><published>2008-12-12T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:00:22.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Chicky Dick Challenges</title><content type='html'>It's 3.45am now. Yet another day for me to sleep late. When can I ever sleep early? I'm doomed to sleep late already. Got addicted. I did try to sleep early yesterday but I ended up staring into darkness thruout the night on my bed until morning. I'm damn serious. I even heard my mum open the master bedroom door to go down and cook at around 5am. So better than wasting my time idling on my bed, I'd rather surf the internet randomly. Might get some knowledge unexpectedly, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was checking out random links, random blogs until I got attracted to &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt;'s facial-photoshops post. Amazing skills she got. After I finished reading that post, I saw this Chick vs. Dick ads or sth so I went to click on it out of curiosity. I arrived at this &lt;a href="http://clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;p=13&amp;v=101"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://clicknetwork.tv/watch.aspx?c=1&amp;p=13&amp;v=101"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt; shows a list of all the episodes of Chick vs. Dick, sth like a short version of reality show that is about 2 guys, a funny dude and a sexy babe takin on challenges the producers chosen for them or suggestions by the audiences by voting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasted plenty of time to check out several episodes of this Chicky Dick reality show and found it quite humorous and is worth being shared. So go and have a look. Won't take up much of ur time. around 5 mins per episode only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this blog has only been active for not more than 1 week n I'm already posting like mad. U can say I'm too free or I just have lots of stuffs to write ab. That's it, gonna watch a few more clips and get to bed before mum wakes up. She's gonna &lt;strike&gt;skin me alive&lt;/strike&gt; kill me if she saw me awake 5am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I'm off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Hope that I can sleep early tml night. I dun wanna waste my time by sleeping through the daytime as always and spend so lil time with my family. I should really look after my lil sis who always had to watch TV alone downstairs. Lastly, I hope I wont be Yicks, the new nocturnal DotA character whose ability overtakes the well known Night Stalker, Balanar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Late night&lt;/strike&gt;Dusk stalker,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-5068453858926465822?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/5068453858926465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=5068453858926465822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5068453858926465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5068453858926465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicky-dick-challenges.html' title='Chicky Dick Challenges'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7770924656021885470</id><published>2008-12-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:14:40.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>The Assault</title><content type='html'>Last night, I carried out a neatly-planned mission with &lt;a href="http://tasteoflemonade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; with the codename - The Attack/Assault. The mission was to announce our blog to the whole world. (Some 'hyperbola' used here) It went quite well, better than I expected. Some unexpected visitors came to view my blog. Again, my blog still lack pictures. I'm thinkin to post my shocked facial expression in this friggin post but my pride and dignity tells me I really should not. &lt;strike&gt;or the number of viewers to my blog will decrease to zero instantly&lt;/strike&gt; So yea, I dun wanna crap too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead, spread the news. The news about my noob and shy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by:&lt;br /&gt;A very touched Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7770924656021885470?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7770924656021885470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7770924656021885470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7770924656021885470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7770924656021885470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/assault.html' title='The Assault'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-3550718929789530595</id><published>2008-12-11T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:41:15.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>LMP(Last-Minute-Planned) Gathering</title><content type='html'>I just got back and went online. Suddenly there was one guy named &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/9202244"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; who contacted thru MSN and asked: "fun?" Yea, Alex, it was VERY FUN! Too bad u're not here, HAHAHA. (FYI, Alex is currently still in KL for he got no hlidays until the start of next year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...Enough of the sarcasm. Well, I'm will &lt;strike&gt;try to&lt;/strike&gt; make this post short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was still 5pm when I received a SMS from &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/25073112"&gt;Pat&lt;/a&gt; askin whether I wanna go out tonight or not. Hey wait, it's over 12am now so it's yesterday night. But at that time, I had to cook &lt;strike&gt;partly/one dish&lt;/strike&gt; for dinner so I couldn't help him to ask everyone out as he suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued doing my stuffs: cook, bath, online... This time, he contacted me again asking whether I was free or not then. I was like WTF the plan isn't canceled? It was already around 8pm and I explained to him that most people usually cant make it for last minute planned outings so tomorrow would be better since people can be informed abt the meet-up earlier. He replied that if I put it tat way, then it's ok, we can go ahead with the plan without him for he will be busy working. (He has been helping his dad in his shop over the holidays and rarely could he find any free time like today.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt took over my rationale so I started to gather people for the LMP Gathering. With the help of &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16829342"&gt;Ming&lt;/a&gt;, we managed to get most of the people who are currently in Bintulu to agree to join this gathering, unexpectedly. Thank god Ming was online. If not I dunno who else to ask for help to contact the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scheduled time was at 8.30pm at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Summer Tea&lt;/span&gt; but everyone arrived late a bit for the preparation time provided is quite short. Everyone arrived and we started to CHAT randomly. There were people smoking at the next table so the girls felt uneasy with it and suggested for a change of venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some discussion, 'The Council' decided that we should go to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Plus&lt;/span&gt; at Medan Raya - newly established commercial site. Upon arrival, we CHAT again. We chat until we noticed that the shop was starting to close down. We had no other options so we went for the exit. Then, we realized that the whole shop was waiting for our group to leave :- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. The staffs kept approaching us and gave us the STARE, hinting us to scram  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. There were no other friggin customers inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. The whole place was covered in the veil of darkness except for the table we're sitting at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for them for being forced to work overtime just to wait for us to leave haha. Anyway, next we proceeded to KFC - the only shop that runs 24hr/7 to continue with our CHAT. Somehow we got less and less topics to talk about after changing venues for a few times. It was almost midnight until we finally decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this gathering was all about CHATTING, nth else. It was fun though, old frens meeting up, sharing their stories and jokes, better than rotting at home throughout the year end holidays. You should notice by now, no photos were included in this post! I totally forgotten abt photo-taking! DAYMN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's all words again. Haha. Maybe next time I'll take some photos if I remember. I'll try to sleep now. I gotta end this sleep-at-around-4am-then-wake-up-in-the-late-afternoon streak or my life's gonna shorten a quarter of it's original span. &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;The one and only blog-essay writer,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-3550718929789530595?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/3550718929789530595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=3550718929789530595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/3550718929789530595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/3550718929789530595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/lmplast-minute-planned-gathering.html' title='LMP(Last-Minute-Planned) Gathering'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-7352415545207119026</id><published>2008-12-09T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:32:46.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Old Post 4</title><content type='html'>NIAH TRIP&lt;br /&gt;29.5.2007 by ngency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 May, I’ve joined a trip to Niah National Park where the 9th 动力少年营 is held. The motto was vry interesting and meaningful, dat’s 人生憧,匆,冲! I decided to participate in this trip bcoz many frens would be going tgther and realising that I’ve nvr went to a camp throughout my 17 years of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel intensely excited and nervous a few days b4 de camp. That vry morning b4 heading to de bus station, my mum looked vry worried ab me and blessed me b4 I stepped out of my house. This scene made me feel kinda touched haha. Anyway, it took approximately 2 hrs to reach the final destination by bus. We were led to our own hostels upon arrival. The rooms were better than I thought. (tidier than my own room lol) Well, the next thing we did after unpacking was the ice-breaking ceremony. It was sth ab holding hands and duck… Crappy stuff. Generally, we had most of our meals in polysterene boxes during our 4 days 3 nights stay at Niah - the ones that can easily be found from typical food shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following activity was exploring de well-known Niah Cave. It took us an amazing 1 and half hour or so &lt;strike&gt;ON FOOT WTF!&lt;/strike&gt; to reach the mouth of the cave but it was worth it. First time to see the interior of a cave with my own eyes. Although I almost fell down and risk getting a nasty injury, it was just a close call. Then, some of my friends and me went to a small and simple museum since there is still plenty of time left. &lt;strike&gt; That's what we thought before we almost missed the boat back to our hostel.&lt;/strike&gt; Oh yea, we had to ride a boat to cross the river before reaching the cave. It was pretty shaky and we were damn close to de surface of the ‘milo-like’ river. Crocodile was a serious threat so I was kinda scared for some terrible cases had happened sometime ago. Then, we headed back to our hostels and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1qHmv4WzI/AAAAAAAAABo/KY1lzkuvGxk/s1600-h/P3230332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1qHmv4WzI/AAAAAAAAABo/KY1lzkuvGxk/s400/P3230332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491017241090866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Niah cave - One of the world's largest limestone caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was simple and at night, we listened to ‘阿花姐’ explaining abt ways to improve ourselves and what kind of people we r, which category we are under. It was an interesting and informative presentation and I get to know my so-called 'color attribute'. We had singing periods for christian songs that were vry nice for abt 1 hr daily. We had to sleep before 10.30 according to de rule that has been set. In each room, 6 people were placed and there were only 4 beds but we managed to get all of ourselves sleeping on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda lucky for one of my best friends, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/48933778"&gt;Nai Ho&lt;/a&gt; was placed tgther with me in de same room and also some other friendly guys. Though there was one guy who din quite wana mix with us,but after he witnessed my funny acts and dirty jokes, he managed to improve after sometime. Great success if u ask me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day,we had to do the penguin dance and then breakfast.The dance was hard but the song was kinda cute. Anyway, the next thing we had to do was to play something like ‘millionaire’ that we all have played as board games. But hell this is real life gaming so it was pretty challenging. The early part was kinda interesting but my interest wore out sometime in de afternoon for most of the people were ‘dead’ after their encounters with the death lord (as played by the facilitators) and the cops (one of the professions that can be taken up as a participant of the game) who simply selects innocent participants as they like. After witnessing this disappointing scene, some of my good frens and I sat down in corner of a living room of one of the hostels to chat the time away while waiting for the game to end. The place was named the Old Folks’ home due to the way we talk as if we are having meet-ups as old folks. But I see many people are still vry eager to continue the game and become rich. One funny thing is my fellow fren, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/57285582"&gt;LuLu&lt;/a&gt; went to study for the qualification of professor to raise the salary but ended up dead while he was counting his money earned from pure hardship. Poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I was given a chance to listen to a senior student from Bintulu which is currently working in Sibu. I truly admire the person for he was one of the most convincing spokesman that I’ve encountered.He was somewhat gifted and his words deeply touches my heart. 陈俊杰 was his name. One of the most unforgettable things in the camp... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, on the 28th of May, we went to learn the penguin dance as usual and had our breakfast. That day, the game we are asked to play was ‘Amazing Race’, Niah style. It was all about teamwork and it strengthened the bond among my team members. It was quite fun but we din manage to complete the race for a station is occupied by a team for hours…Damn.. At night,there was nth much interesting that happened… The facilitators gave comments on the game and the performance of the fellow participants and then a movie was shown in the AVR room - “The Ten Commandments”. It was somewhat boring for the subtitle was in Chinese and I cant catch up with the speed lol. Anyway, it was meaningful for the others. One thing I dislike is that its always very hot in the room due to the large amount of occupants and it was packed as tight as a sardine can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, my friend Nai Ho suddenly felt moody, I think bcoz he din enjoy de movie and he felt like wasting time. We planned to celebrate his bday after midnight but it was prohibited so we did it later. On the other hand,his moodiness faded away not long after for we played with our torch lights tgther. It was kinda fun until some nuisance barged in and made things worse. Ah forget it. The next day(the last day at Niah),I managed to master more dance moves of the penguin dance and we had breakfast. Next,we had to play a game called ‘三脚鞋’ and it was vry intense. Some girls cried due to de foul and rough play of the naughty ones. The game was ended suddenly bcoz we had to check out of the hostels for the time is up. This is when I went to bath tgther with my friend Alex in the teachers’ room. We only wore underwears and sang as loudly as we could. Pretty high moment. I’ll nvr forget this once in a lifetime experience XD &lt;strike&gt;No I dun have any photos for this, mind u.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, the grand celebration for Nai Ho was carried out with joy and it was a great success. I nvr see him that touched b4. We felt happy for him. Then, there was a time for all the people to express themselves and share with everyone how they feel throughout this camp. At 4 o’clock in the evening, we prepared to head back home. I will nvr forget this trip for I’ve learned a lot of things... From independence to teamwork and also valuable new experiences. (Sry this post is kinda detailed for this serves as a diary for me lol) That’s all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Diary | 1 Comment&lt;br /&gt;One Response to “Niah Trip”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 sia sia sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ur blog is too long…im lazy to read it all…waiseh…the ending is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END OF POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here are some photos taken during the trip.&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/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1qhFb1z-I/AAAAAAAAABw/EWd2-R339O8/s1600-h/P3260339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1qhFb1z-I/AAAAAAAAABw/EWd2-R339O8/s400/P3260339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277491454975266786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine girls and boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1rS3cnJ-I/AAAAAAAAACA/bWJIJx1Chvc/s1600-h/P3260351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1rS3cnJ-I/AAAAAAAAACA/bWJIJx1Chvc/s400/P3260351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277492310213863394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1rB_nIrCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AODMw_o6BmI/s1600-h/P3260346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1rB_nIrCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AODMw_o6BmI/s400/P3260346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277492020347710498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers unite! Notice the middle finger which belongs to a naughty facilitator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1p1TiYKNI/AAAAAAAAABg/rPq3OQ-rpN4/s1600-h/P5290033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1p1TiYKNI/AAAAAAAAABg/rPq3OQ-rpN4/s400/P5290033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277490702846535890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the group photo &lt;strike&gt;of close friends&lt;/strike&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, most of the photos can be found in &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/yicks"&gt;my friendster profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-7352415545207119026?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/7352415545207119026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=7352415545207119026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7352415545207119026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/7352415545207119026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-post-4.html' title='Old Post 4'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1qHmv4WzI/AAAAAAAAABo/KY1lzkuvGxk/s72-c/P3230332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8694820970374403788</id><published>2008-12-09T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:38.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Old Post 3</title><content type='html'>PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 3: AT WORLD'S END&lt;br /&gt;29.5.2007 by ngency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 June 2007, I went to de City Point ‘grand’ cinema to watch movie as a gathering for the fellow friends who joined the trip to Niah. But unfortunately some did not manage to come. Well, when I arrived, there were oledi some frens there waiting. &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/24168098"&gt;Fong&lt;/a&gt; and Lau Chee Wei were sitting at one of the LK(La Kiang/Malay)’s table while &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16829342"&gt;Ming&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16901559"&gt;Sze Mei&lt;/a&gt; are buying tickets. I went to the ticket booth and paid for the others who haven come and ended up havin a headache while wana settle de money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after sometime, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/9202244"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; arrived and I asked him: “你老娘勒?” It was a bit too loud though. I was informed that she was still downstairs coz she walks slower. His famous sister, Iris Liew who was great in most of de aspects of study but sadly, a direct contrast to himself went along with her mum too. We began to sit around at one of the LK’s table and chat the time away while waiting for &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16571806"&gt;Sing Keen&lt;/a&gt; and de rest to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to talk ab de part where I wana go to toilet and ask for pennies to pay for the toilet entrance. Anyway, not long after, Sing Keen, who is also referred as 更年期 by my girl friends, arrived with the pretty teacher who made us find worms back at de Niah Camp. Once they arrived, we went to buy drinks and get ready to enter de cinema. I tried to rush for I had nvr caught up with the front part of any movies I’ve watched in de cinema to break de record but in de end, history repeated itself due to our slow and steady attitude. -=MOVIE TIME=- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite nice. The sound and graphical effects were overwhelming. I guess I dun havta say out de storyline of the movie for most of the people have oledi watched de movie. I went to de toilet once during de movie unexpectedly (safety precaution taken before movie starts : go to toilet first – did not work out)and missed an interesting part. Damn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=MOVIE ENDS=- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh! Relaxing indeed. &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/15889364"&gt;Xiaw Ben Dan&lt;/a&gt; rushed outta de theatre in a flash. Alex and I tried to ask her why the rush but we were replied with complete silence. Sad case... We walked out of the theatre and began to call our parents without delay. Some who had transport problems went with Sing Keen - the naughty facilitator and others went home with own transport. Ming asked me why so late still have so many people up here but I did not know wut to say so I jt smiled. Anyway,I got de answer right now. It’s LKs’ tradition so we just have to accept the reality. Showing their asses to the public is jt one of their daily routines. We have to thank dem for ’raising’ our Malaysian image in the tourists’ eyes. Anyway, I reminded Sze Mei to bring her homework to tuition one last time and we headed downstairs to wait for car. At de vry staircases of de City Point entrance,I was informed that Sing Keen lives in Chin Lee Garden too but he claimed that he nvr see me around. Well, that’s becoz I oways stick my eyeballs to de computer screen throughout most of my life. My daddy arrived shortly and we bid farewell to each other. -=END OF THE LINE=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Diary | No Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END OF POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, not much photos for this post...&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait! WTF there are none! Haha. That said, here's a pathetic and unattractive image of that movie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1tvbx0W6I/AAAAAAAAACI/1eyUeaR5nuM/s1600-h/potc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1tvbx0W6I/AAAAAAAAACI/1eyUeaR5nuM/s400/potc3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277495000026078114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8694820970374403788?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8694820970374403788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8694820970374403788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8694820970374403788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8694820970374403788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-post-3.html' title='Old Post 3'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST1tvbx0W6I/AAAAAAAAACI/1eyUeaR5nuM/s72-c/potc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-2072546865106313202</id><published>2008-12-09T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:28:17.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Old Post 2</title><content type='html'>THE SO-CALLED BEST CLASS OF FORM 5 (2007)&lt;br /&gt;29.5.2007 by ngency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class 5S4 of year 2007 - the class the whole school recognised as the best class of form 5 - On that, I can only comment, ”Yeah, my ass”. At least not in the disciplinary or academical point of view. As a popular source of noise and chaos, dis very class can actually be included into the Hall of Fame of SMK Bintulu. (All thanks to a few biological sub-woofers and loudspeakers in class... Who? Dun ask me, u shuld know urself. Anyway, every member of the class contributed quite evenly to de sounds produced so we deserve a praise)  A few innocent teachers broke into tears after entering our class... well,the students cant be blamed. It was only a mere ‘ketabahan’ and patience training for the teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that I’m unfortunate or regret that I was arranged to enter this class for I had lotsa fun. There were a lot of friends around me, there was never a moment of dullness. Anyway, a few weeks ago I found my brother’s report book in my pile of junk (mixture of books and trash in my bedroom) and glanced through its contents briefly. I went into a state of shock after comparing the standards of our academical achievements. HOLY MACKEREL! I came to realization that when he got 74+ for his average, he was ranked 20+ in class while this year I got 71-73 for average and still managed to be ranked nearly top ten in our class. I’ll call this a “Great Success”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the seemingly competitive batch of our juniors - Form 4 students of year 2007. It is common to see them coming into our tuition classes before the class starts or after it ends to seek help in their studies and even stayed back late for it... Such enthusiasm. Besides that, recently while our class was having an exam, we overheard some funny stuffs in the form 4's best class which is just opposite to our class in the adjacent block. Students were jumping up and down in joy. They even did high-5’s for getting some questions correct in their exams after checking with each other. Too concerned abt study? Maybe a good sign but to me this is just too stressful. We should live life to the fullest right? NO offense though, just expressing my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there was an outcome for their determination - their results were BEYOND GODLIKE if this was a game of DotA. I’ll call this situation an imaginary sandwich - A rotten class crushed between 2 classes of high academical performances. The top 3 were always changing while in our class, there was only obvious competition between the top 2 (Michelle and Raziz) the others were just small fries. The result gap was quite big and we may have a chance of maintaining our rankings even if we didn study for most of us dun give a damn ab study at all and nvr bothered to do it seriously even if we did study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the SPM exam is around the corner and signs of improvement can be seen among the classmates recently. People tend to get more serious abt their studies and study groups are formed in class almost everyday. I just hope it’s not too late and our efforts dun end in vain. Lastly,I hope everyone can pass this exam with flying colours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Diary | 1 Comment&lt;br /&gt;One Response to “The So-called Best Class of Form 5 (2007)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 AH Liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      eh not bad ah…write dairy…keep it on…write sth about the boys in 5S4 ma..i mean the gayness…haha…:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END OF POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I got a class photo for this one. Let me check...Shit, the search ended up in vain. Nvm, I go and ask from my fren. Here u go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUAYNnyjh3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fu_dv-hjLUU/s1600-h/4S4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUAYNnyjh3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fu_dv-hjLUU/s400/4S4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278245385576613746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, in the end everyone did well for their SPM. &lt;strike&gt;I got straight As!!! Take that, suckers!!!&lt;/strike&gt; Congratz, comrades!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-2072546865106313202?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/2072546865106313202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=2072546865106313202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2072546865106313202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/2072546865106313202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-post-2.html' title='Old Post 2'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/SUAYNnyjh3I/AAAAAAAAACo/fu_dv-hjLUU/s72-c/4S4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-5009262928011952549</id><published>2008-12-09T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:21:07.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Old Post 1</title><content type='html'>GREAT PEOPLE THAT I HAVE MET&lt;br /&gt;29.5.2007 by ngency&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my life, I’ve seen all sorts of people of different characters. There were nerds, geeks, bookworms, bastards, assclowns… All of them. Well, there are some people that I admire though. A few of them that I wanna emphasize are listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/40996600"&gt;Tommy Ling Ngie Teck&lt;/a&gt; (ReincarnationX - DotA name) - He’s oways talking about DotA with his friends everytime I see him, sometimes I’ll join them when I have mood but I can see he is a good person. Innocent faces might be deceiving but trust me this guy is actually not bad. Uhm... anyway, in games he is a serious person - serious ab winning and teamwork, that is. He turns into a different person in the world of DotA - rude words kept on bombarded outta his mouth when the game is ON! Haha anyway, rock on, DotA Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/24168098"&gt;Yip Lin Fong&lt;/a&gt; (Crybaby) - Super smart girl in my class and quite friendly too. I dunno why but I think I’m treating her like a boy haha so I dare to speak those bad &lt;strike&gt;filthy &amp; pervy&lt;/strike&gt; stuffs with her. Anyway, she always cries in class and is very sensitive... That's why I'm scared to mention some topics in front of her coz I’m scared she would cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/9202244"&gt;Alex Liew Kien Hong&lt;/a&gt; (Dead Fish Face) or (Pirated CD King) - One of the member of Gay 6 Gang - the gang is a lot of trouble but it was fun and I'm honoured to be in the group. Recognised by the teachers as rotten eggs or they just love calling our names in class during P&amp;P sessions. Close friend of mine now but trust us we still prefer girls and we ain’t GAY lol. Despite his 100% tendency to speak foul words in every sentences, he is still a good guy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s so great ab them? I hardly see them angry before and they got great anger management. I can see why they got a lot of friends sticking to them almost anytime. I guess many people shared their secrets with them for they are the ones that can be trusted. I duno ab u guys but that’s how I feel. The ones who know them well will surely know. I dun mean others are bad or wut but these are the outstanding ones that deserve a praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good guy is a SMK Bandar Guy named &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/39238425"&gt;Ting Kai Loong&lt;/a&gt; a.k.a Ting Ting Man but this guy is a bit cooler than the 2 above. I met him when I went for Sec 1 English tuition and got to knew him eventually. A guy who nvr gets angry and even if he rily got angry, his face only gets red for a few secs and den fade away as if nth ever happened. Great success I’ll say. I oways bully him though (verbally) haha... Funny guy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... there was 2 more guys who helped me out while I was still a primary school kiddo. At tuition, there were a few big guys (compared to our own size) sitting in the front row who oways fools around. They were 本原 (The one I insulted on the paper with the phrase hotdog lips and made steam gushing outta his head),开恳(Samuel - Badminton guy),井元(Ang Jit Yen - Smart guy I’ll say, always get top results in the class - around 80+ marks even though he never pays attention in class and he happens to be the big bro of Ang Jit Yong) Now I came to realization that I’m actually quite good at remembering people’s names. I din know how but I managed to get hold of the paper they pass around insulting each other for fun. Dirty names or stuffs. To my mischief, I wrote down sth on it and they happened to laugh their heart out once they see it coz they thought it was real insulting or “nice”. They asked each other who wrote this shit but all denied. Their facial expressions changed immediately into BERSERK MODE and stared at us (me and the 2 good guys - Kelvin Sim Chuan Kui and Chris Wong Joon Ung, I think if I’m not wrong - they happened to be one year older than me) after they realised sth fishy was going on. Hell, the moment was indeed thrillin! They threatened those 2 innocent fellas but not me coz I was closer to one of the hulks. Amazingly, they nvr thought that I could possibly be the culprit so he asked me to tell who did it. Well, normal people wont admit for they wanna save their own asses, right? That said, I chose not to speak. Then, Jit Yen asked me not to shield the culprit but damn THE CULPRIT IS ME! I chose to say nth and they started to mess with the 2 heroes. They were good friends with me back then so they decided not to speak too. Their books were thrown to de floor and got their heads pushed forcefully for a few times. Damn it was all my fault! I was such a pain-in-the-ass back den. Haiz, I felt so sorry for them. When everything was over, the hulks calmed down and went back with their daily routines - chat the time away. The 2 guys picked up their books calmly and just advised me not to do reckless things again or it’ll get us all into trouble again someday. Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt really grateful to them for saving my ass. I’ll nvr forget you two. I promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I coincidentally saw Kelvin at Curtin Miri while I joined a trip organized by Interact Club to there. At first I saw him getting of the bus and got stunned &lt;strike&gt;for 20 seconds&lt;/strike&gt;. I became to feel uneasy and guilty just like before. I glanced at him for a long time while recalling the memories we had tgther while we were young. I realised how dumb we were back then. Our actions, I meant. Suddenly, he waved at me and I was shocked. I nvr knew he still remember and recognise me now that I’ve changed so much. I din know wut to do and just smiled back at him. I watched him go away and then turned to Alex who happened to be beside me and told him that I’ve met and old friend and that he waved at me. Alex explained to me that it was some other guy and he must be waving at other people but not me. I gave him a big middle finger straight in his fuckin face for that and kept this to myself. But in my heart I was sure it was him. I think that’s about it. These are the good guys that I have met in my life and I think I’m really fortunate... I’ll list more out when I remember others that are just as great in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Diary | 7 Comments&lt;br /&gt;7 Responses to “Angels On Earth”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 AH Liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      walao…dun like tis mo…ur eng…very very deep eh…eh tis time i wanna fly liao lo….”i flying without wings…..” hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      fong actually not tat sensitive gua…ok la…jz emotional in sth la…but i admit tat she’s rilli a good good good gal n sometimes very naive….hahaha…not lik us…lik to gek ppl 1…xin1 ji1 quite zhong3….hahaha….n i noe ting kai loong eh…hahaha…but not so close…dunno much bout him….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      hey i’m trying to concentrate on study but beside de ppl also got say about dota ma…cant blame me lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      the class realy noisy lo,pity to tat teacher -.- why they never keep quite one =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 ngency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Which class noisy? I dun get it. I din mention anything ab class ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6.&lt;br /&gt;      on 29.5.2007 at 9:49 tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      chemistry tuition class o..only there i got talk about dota ma -.-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END OF POST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...&lt;strike&gt;I'm lazy to find their photos and go through the hardwork of cropping out their faces&lt;/strike&gt; There are no photos of the guys I mentioned but most of their names are hyperlinked so *some are not hyperlinked cuz I lost contact with them =( *...Go check them out urselves. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-5009262928011952549?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/5009262928011952549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=5009262928011952549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5009262928011952549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/5009262928011952549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-post-1.html' title='Old Post 1'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-353524110192319038</id><published>2008-12-09T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:20:28.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence of the Past</title><content type='html'>I will add a few old posts along with their respective comments from &lt;STRIKE&gt;my old blog&lt;/STRIKE&gt; some unknown sources which I think should be kept rather than abandoning them there and rot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These posts used to lack photos or images but I will adjust and include some to balance the AMAZING length of text. They will be edited and tagged under the History category. I know it seems like I'm desperately trying to increase the number of posts in my blog &lt;STRIKE&gt;so if u think that way, u r damn right!&lt;/STRIKE&gt; but trust me, I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they really are lengthy and are mostly stupid shits *back then I had no idea what to write, hence, the existence of some boring posts* so ignore them if u want or just glance thru them when u're free. I'm really trying to change for the better and add more images to my blog but seriously WUT FRIGGIN IMAGES should I include for these 2 virgin posts? My family photo? or a photo of what pose I'm in while typing these craps? I really have no friggin idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again I rarely snap photos so there still wont be as many images as u expected. That's why I'm gonna emphasize once again, I'm tryin to change. Right...I better finish this shit fast so that I can sleep. Havta wake up early tml just in case the trainer will contact me to have attend the driving lessons. Goodday, dawgs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-353524110192319038?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/353524110192319038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=353524110192319038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/353524110192319038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/353524110192319038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscence-of-past.html' title='Reminiscence of the Past'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157592819064454217.post-8896958869949969541</id><published>2008-12-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:20:43.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Forced into the Blog-o-sphere</title><content type='html'>Get ready kiddos, for u r about to witness the birth of a great blogger haha. Zzz. Let's just get straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, wasting my time figuring out what to write in my first blog post with my brain which has been idle for a few weeks since the end of last sem except for plannin strategies to own in the late night DotA matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all started around 40 mins ago when my friend &lt;a href="http://tasteoflemonade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; persuaded me to sign up at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;www.blogger.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after explainin his lame reason where bloggin will be more fun if there are a bunch of frens bloggin together, sharing with each other the piece of their own minds. However, I still find some truth in that statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, he did not waste much effort in persuading me for I have always got lots of crap to share and my MSN personal message just does not provide enuf space for me to express everythin. People in my contact list should be familiar with me and my ever changing PMs right? =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, he should have asked me to do this shit a few days ago where I got some interesting stuff to blog about. Anyway, this is really gettin lengthy so I'm gonna stop crappin. I'm not assigned to write a 700-words essay for my Moral Studies now, am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dat's my story of how I got dragged into the world of bloggers like how I got my ass dragged out of bed for a last-minute-planned-outing by some very inconsiderate girls few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Yicks&lt;br /&gt;(I know this is damn gay, u dun havta tell me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157592819064454217-8896958869949969541?l=ngency.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/feeds/8896958869949969541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4157592819064454217&amp;postID=8896958869949969541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8896958869949969541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157592819064454217/posts/default/8896958869949969541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngency.blogspot.com/2008/12/forced-into-blog-o-sphere.html' title='Forced into the Blog-o-sphere'/><author><name>Yicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17873649845764218882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W06Ry2wOgWA/ST7JG7cTmKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UWggutSbb2w/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
