<?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-8861066167924878672</id><updated>2012-02-17T20:50:05.733+08:00</updated><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Bias'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Piccas'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Music'/><category term='random'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Food and Beverage'/><category term='Downs'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Event'/><category term='Mumble Grumble'/><title type='text'>VITA DOLCE...MODERATO...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2621431941236110857</id><published>2012-02-07T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:52:44.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>Who Came Out With The Brilliant Idea of Throwing Mandarin Oranges in Chap Goh Meh?</title><content type='html'>If any of y'all get bored on the 15th day of CNY, there's a fun thing to do. What's fun ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Answer : Throwing mandarin oranges into sea. Must be mandarin oranges, not Sunkist orange !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did not know about this tradition before i came to the west. neither my parents know it though. So i did a little bit of research on this tradition. According to a newspaper report, "The romantic practice of throwing oranges on Chap Goh Meh did not originate in China but was a peculiar Penang tradition that began at the end of the 19th century according to local historians."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohhhh, i see.... In order to enhance your understanding, the tradition is actually about throwing of mandarin oranges into the sea by young Chinese maidens in search of suitors. They will write their names and particulars on the mandarin oranges and then throw them into the sea. The mandarin oranges will then flow flow flow and when a guy (hope that's a handsome one la) picked the oranges, the guy will contact the girl and let the story develops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my concern is that, why must it be mandarin orange ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a saying that if you want a boyfriend with good skin, then you need to throw a smooth-skined mandarin orange. But when the time comes to the 15th day of CNY, most of the mandarin oranges have became like this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kM9xweyTOg/TzDliFGBD5I/AAAAAAAABAA/F73-IEtyJpA/s400/3176110000_90e59482a8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313101524144018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the theory of throwing fruits will bring you a partner, then i have a lot of suggestions here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fruits that Girls should throw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Durian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason ? King of Fruit mah. Can get some royalties wei. Don't you wanna buy pretty things without much concerns ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8T37R22Scg/TzDlhWTBVBI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/26gHSgi5jeA/s400/durian.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313088962221074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGl3bftpEIo/TzDlheutr6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/JfDWCa5C_Bw/s400/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313091225857954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanna have a partner with long d*ck, then throw this. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruits that Girls should not throw :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Rambutan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nf66YfjT8gI/TzDlhh7TC_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/wUsXPHZagJk/s400/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313092083944434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 189px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't advise you to throw rambutan if you have phobia of hairy guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Kiwano Horned Melon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzV3b1Kb5dE/TzDmIMXyjrI/AAAAAAAABAM/kZ0nNnCATBo/s400/405478_2524931374132_1578835992_31876715_633156167_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313756312768178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason ? Cause it just simply looks like a dinosaur's body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it fair, if guys would like to join the fun to throw fruits also, here are some tips for y'all :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruits that Guys should throw :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mangosteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjFQbjo_cxE/TzDkp06hoOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/9f_3qKbwAP8/s400/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 192px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706312135108305122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason ? Queen of Fruits mah. Haiyo !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Watermelon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8X0x_L0D2is/TzDkpuCxxTI/AAAAAAAAA-c/vIKvyrGOhqU/s400/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 185px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706312133263869234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite of its size, it's advisable for guys because it sounds like "我的美人" (my pretty girl) in chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Papaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZJ185brEZM/TzDkpqAXFCI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zGFExW6OyRY/s400/images%2B%25284%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 254px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706312132179989538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is for guys who hope to get a girl with big boobies like Angelina Jolie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fruits that Guys should not throw:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Apple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDqKi_1Y8d0/TzDlhmbzhbI/AAAAAAAAA_k/geUEbWKnOmA/s400/download%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706313093294032306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cause it sounds like "阿婆" (Grandma) in chinese. I bet you don't want your girl who looks like a nanny right ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Pear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ILCAV_Tk7hg/TzDkqs2nHyI/AAAAAAAAA_E/cgAf1f-XAuU/s400/images.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706312150124273442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys, if you throw a pear, perhaps your girl will have a really huge butt, which is not that proportionate and fit the definition of HOT and SEXAYYYY !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the saying is true, then next year i will throw a fruit during Chap Goh Meh with my name and account number on it. And i really need to throw it into the sea, not river or lake because i hope the fruit will reach either the States or Europe. Guys there are freaking HAWTTT !!! *drools*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, that's all for this post. Will update ma blog once i remember the password again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiao. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2621431941236110857?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2621431941236110857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-came-out-with-brilliant-idea-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2621431941236110857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2621431941236110857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/02/who-came-out-with-brilliant-idea-of.html' title='Who Came Out With The Brilliant Idea of Throwing Mandarin Oranges in Chap Goh Meh?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kM9xweyTOg/TzDliFGBD5I/AAAAAAAABAA/F73-IEtyJpA/s72-c/3176110000_90e59482a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5134166561341894228</id><published>2012-01-21T17:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:23:34.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>I So Freaking Like Jojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;2 posts in ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic. I fucking like Jojo lorrr. She started as a teen star and went into hiatus later (not really sure what had happened). I've listened to her songs back then and forgotten her during the hiatus. But after her release of her very own version of Drake's Marvins Room, I was like "OMFG!!! She's back !!!". This time, she's not a teen star anymore. She's a singer-songwriter now and hey, her songs are dope ! Although not much of her new songs are released officially, y'all can sense the maturity in her music. And she has dope vocal !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, she's so underrated. Well, what i could say is that "underrated artist makes the best music".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the two songs below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Disaster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B9rGNfJmXRc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NgjF4u1KK5E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: 16px; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Let's root for good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5134166561341894228?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5134166561341894228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-so-freaking-like-jojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5134166561341894228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5134166561341894228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-so-freaking-like-jojo.html' title='I So Freaking Like Jojo'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B9rGNfJmXRc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4986265860469338214</id><published>2012-01-21T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:07:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billion Dollar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;Aloha peeps !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A month has passed. I was staying in my hometown for the past month, awaiting for CNY and nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't make any new year resolutions yet. And i'm not really sure how many resolutions from year 2011 i've fulfilled. Well, i'm not going to make and list the resolutions just like previous year. What i'm going to do in this 2012 is, i'm going to focus more on myself; meaning that i'm going to place myself as the priority in making decisions. I don't wanna have any regrets because regret means not respecting one's decision that was previously made. I wanna be a BILLION DOLLAR BABY and live like a BOSS !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, CNY is coming real soon. Are y'all ready for the on-going CNY madness ? Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love Peace and Hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4986265860469338214?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4986265860469338214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/01/billion-dollar-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4986265860469338214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4986265860469338214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2012/01/billion-dollar-baby.html' title='Billion Dollar Baby'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4329729692043859662</id><published>2011-12-20T13:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:15:37.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Tracker Is Funneh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aloha ! It has been almost 2 months since i've updated this bloggie and well all sorts of reasons led to the hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. I've installed a blog tracker in my blog for a short while, just to track how googlers bumped into my blog, no other intentions. Although there aren't super duper lots of gila babi keywords there, it's still a fun thing to play on. And i gotta say, sometimes i don't even understand what people are searching about. So let me answer some of their curiousity la ya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688083164934842706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARkQF1dUNOg/TvAhgHLSKVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/n7chAIFoVyA/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2011, how would i know what part time job is available in 2012 ? Kampar doesn't have much part time job though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081080835611106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZv8u_mTIME/TvAfmzTTmeI/AAAAAAAAA5A/iN-BGwyn8bc/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meiosis ??? Since when my blog became an educational blog ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYcQfwUOMQM/TvAfmvlgUAI/AAAAAAAAA44/y0BZEWLpzmY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081079838199810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYcQfwUOMQM/TvAfmvlgUAI/AAAAAAAAA44/y0BZEWLpzmY/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Answer : There will be a corpse wearing a pair of Loubi there. Get it ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YdhVulj92o/TvAg8VRI8aI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ZddHuQ2H4gI/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688082550242210210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YdhVulj92o/TvAg8VRI8aI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ZddHuQ2H4gI/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How to fuck laos student in class ? How does google know how to fuck someone leh ? Did you expect google will teach you how to fuck a person ? Porn site please... (but you still can go to that person and say FUCK YOU to him/her, simple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnokuhS6Fh0/TvAgbRhD7bI/AAAAAAAAA6M/GjyVXsWF7iQ/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081982299565490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnokuhS6Fh0/TvAgbRhD7bI/AAAAAAAAA6M/GjyVXsWF7iQ/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Niaseng ! If G dragon is ugly, then i dunno how many human need to jump off from the rooftop then. Don't be jealous of this fine man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081985028884498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uvr2nZUyRz8/TvAgbbryCBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/u4QcAlp28hE/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"I fucking hate this class". Then what did you expect google to tell / help you ? Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRz8NITObNY/TvAga7YWIaI/AAAAAAAAA54/mnIccezYbxI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081976357429666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRz8NITObNY/TvAga7YWIaI/AAAAAAAAA54/mnIccezYbxI/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Double Niaseng! Which planet's language are you speaking ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081975832141922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHXgHlVaLRM/TvAga5bG4GI/AAAAAAAAA5o/u-w9mx-3f0M/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Triple Niaseng la ! I've only heard Char Siew Pau, Lin Yong Pau, Tau Sar Pau, but i have never heard of yit mun pau. What the fuck is that ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrDukLJD6UE/TvAfnTqRm4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/66ytO_FS-g8/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081089521884034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrDukLJD6UE/TvAfnTqRm4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/66ytO_FS-g8/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This one really jialat lo, aiteilyiu. The rate of "William Hung" as a search keyword in my blog is super high lo aiteilyiu. Since when i've became asssociated with him ? Gross .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUzwV122OJw/TvAfm770ARI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/cx2aw009Nes/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688081083152990482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUzwV122OJw/TvAfm770ARI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/cx2aw009Nes/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What is this again ? Accounting tutorial mun ? Did someone from Utar who happened to be in the same tutorial class as mine googled me ? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i haven't blog any porno or having some porno wordings in ma blog like MILF and etc, otherwise people will bump into my blog when googling it in the search engine and my blog will become a porn site. Then i will yell WTF !!! if my blog turned into a porn site. And luckily the political flavour of my blog is mild to none. I don't want to appear in Malaysiakini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be flying back to Sandakan to enjoy my 1 month holiday on this Thursday. I seriously, seriously hope that it will be a dope one this time. I don't want to be under the weather during this 1 month of break, although i'm kinda under the weather already. Symptoms....Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday to y'all !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4329729692043859662?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4329729692043859662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-tracker-is-funneh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4329729692043859662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4329729692043859662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-tracker-is-funneh.html' title='Blog Tracker Is Funneh'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARkQF1dUNOg/TvAhgHLSKVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/n7chAIFoVyA/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7555002410209903671</id><published>2011-11-07T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:02:26.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piccas'/><title type='text'>Applause Them For Giving Justice To Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Tablo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's not the bubblegum type of singer. The lyrics of this musician reflect what's running in his mind, while discussing the society illness openly through his lyrics. His rapping definitely added spices to the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-zU4Mj9dpUI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dPmX-K7eadM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jay Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's no longer the idol who does everything told by the company. And now, he is the one who gives justice to R&amp;amp;B and Hip Hop. He may not be the best singer, but he has the power to make every song sounds like his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x9DVmpxAAi0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NV9q4R44MRE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BFyhdtuhZ6M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, perhaps i sounded a bit serious above, unlike the usual blogging tone of mine. To redeem myself, look what i've discovered in Jay Park's Girlfriend MV....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BX_BIdZQZrw/Tre5ASo7OuI/AAAAAAAAA2c/X-Bk6cUhrnA/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672205670351059682" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha. I spotted a Andy Warhol's banana alike towards the end of the music video. People romantic romantic there but i suddenly noticed that balala lo. Coz me likey the Andy Warhol's Banana a lot lo, aiteiyiu. If i'm rich, for sure i will grab this piece of banana art home and hang in my living room. Same kind of banana, how come Andy Warhol managed to make it looks so yummeh looking but the others just look like mere balala...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gfgcksQwUfk/Tre47coEW6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/lJRJtqplMOE/s400/H1102960-Bunch_of_bananas-SPL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672205587132472226" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chiplak balala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUuohhw58jE/Tre47o4zTtI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/7DyEeG1z9Po/s400/andy-warhol-banana-7794591.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672205590423883474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No need i say la, the name is there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a saying of "Same people, but different fate". Seems like the same thing applies to banana also; "Sama balala, different fate". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*** &lt;b style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;, was an American painter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printmaker" title="Printmaker" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;printmaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;, and filmmaker who was a leading figure in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art_movement" title="Art movement" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;visual art movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_art" title="Pop art" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;pop art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;. Aiya..just ask uncle google if y'all wanna know more about Andy Warhol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7555002410209903671?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7555002410209903671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7555002410209903671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7555002410209903671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/1.html' title='Applause Them For Giving Justice To Songs'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-zU4Mj9dpUI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3084472420747757822</id><published>2011-11-03T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:27:46.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Am Not A Christian, I Am Not A Buddhist, Then What Am I ?</title><content type='html'>I went out to buy &lt;s style="text-align: justify; "&gt;alcohol &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify; "&gt; something (cannot reveal here la, otherwise i'll be charged for violation of copyright, get it ?) this evening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;and on the way reaching the shop, i was stopped by two guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys : Hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Smiled while giving a hand gesture to prevent them from future elaborations.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys: We are from Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;Smiled again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys: Are you a Christian ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guys: Are you a Buddhist ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Nope...&lt;i&gt;and continued to walk away... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know why i refused to talk to them despite they claimed that they are from Korea ? Firstly, i really don't like this kind of religion-spreading thingy going on. For me, it's up to a person to decide on what they wanna worship or to believe in. Matter fact if it's Christian, Buddhist, Muslim or Atheist, there's no need to do this kind of things to somehow "lure" a person to join the network. God's door is always opened to everyone of us. When the right timing arrives, there's no way to shut the door though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, they two guys do not look like Koreans lo, i mean seriously. Although they are not those kinds of attractive guys whom we are so used to see on dramas or movies, i can tell they are not Koreans. Their english is not fluent, i can tell. But they are more looking like Chinese, i mean China Chinese. I think it's a scam, that's why i don't buy them. Walao, I'm so smart *wink*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After i answered that i am not a Buddhist, i couldn't help but to laugh at myself. I asked myself, then what are you, Lee Yit Mun ? You atheist ah ? Then i got a click in my mind. "Oh ya. I worship Coco Chanel". BWAHAHAHA !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coco Chanel is my goddess lo, aiteilyiu. Who says those females who love to doll up themselves are all bimbos ? Coco Chanel was damn smart lo, aiwarnyiu !!! I don't think there's any women out there who can beat her wisdom. Although Coco Chanel is no longer in the Earth, her sayings / quotes are immortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beware of losing some brain juices and brain cells.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCC4Zswav1I/TrK5flgIZTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EpBwZ16xM2Q/s400/5743412413_572510a519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798833106838834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oXn6NUitAlA/TrK5gJ7YaLI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GKfM9Gi-t5Y/s400/AAAACxcSWkMAAAAAAEf7sg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798842884810930" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2q4mrOPfPi8/TrK5gx01wbI/AAAAAAAAA1c/D-mwfW2rsXI/s400/chanel.quote_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798853594792370" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one that cracked my head, and it's still cracking my head....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nhwwvyyhnc/TrK5hrJQmiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Pm3W3R86K5c/s400/Coco-ChanelSuccess-is-often-achieved-by-those-who-dont-kno-27516.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798868981258786" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you are same as me who still couldn't make heads or tails of this quote, Feel free to kill yourself please... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of them look simple, but do you 100% understand them, or at least one ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's the beauty of wisdom which i am hunting for the rest of my life. Coco Chanel, i salute you!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC50hk2Or0k/TrK6jN1YuWI/AAAAAAAAA14/x7qsgX0FBcU/s400/Coco_Chanel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799994984642914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 353px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s : I am a Buddhist. I denied both Christian and Buddhist as i said earlier, just to rescue myself from the two chikopeks... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3084472420747757822?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3084472420747757822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-not-christian-i-am-not-buddhist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3084472420747757822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3084472420747757822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-not-christian-i-am-not-buddhist.html' title='I Am Not A Christian, I Am Not A Buddhist, Then What Am I ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCC4Zswav1I/TrK5flgIZTI/AAAAAAAAA1E/EpBwZ16xM2Q/s72-c/5743412413_572510a519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3399898013026522985</id><published>2011-11-01T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:24:08.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumble Grumble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Kua Lan Jiong Punya Lecturer and Students</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Here's another gila babi thing that happened to me this afternoon which i will feel guilty for not sharing with y'all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the usual Business Ethics lecture class today and the lecturer hor, exposed the Accounting students to some designer brands wei; Kenneth Cole, Salvatore Ferragamo (aka Fat Let Gei Mou), Chanel, LV... The lecturer was so lan si with his possessions of some of his designers' items and lan si-ed that we Accounting boring ah chai and ah moi don't know what the heck he's talking about the brands, but everyone still enjoyed his lan si talks on these designers stuffs. Even i myself also excited lo, coz can you tell me if there's any lecturers who will talk about designer brands in lectures ? Perhaps no. Then everybody went &lt;i&gt;jakun&lt;/i&gt;. I also went&lt;i&gt; jakun&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But i really wanted to tell him to look for other designer brands lo. There are so many better ones. I felt like telling him "Hoi, Uncle...Look for Michael Kors la...or else John Galliano la. And don't wear Padini anymore la..Go look for Louboutin la..You so&lt;i&gt; jakun &lt;/i&gt;meh? dunno all these ah ? And don't always LV la...if you come to my hometown hor, almost every pelarian also &lt;i&gt;kiap&lt;/i&gt; a LV bag with them lo...Can you talk about Givenchy Nightingale ah ? So&lt;i&gt; ja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;kun&lt;/i&gt; meh ? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siJUrH7vvDc/TrAZ81IXVYI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rIjGt3zepBY/s400/michaelkorswatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670060463704462722" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Kors watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ItiqYWgtwMQ/TrAZ9_lNZpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/vdaaNgk6XdQ/s400/33xfneq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670060483689670290" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Galliano Menswear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BL8XHOXRQQ/TrAZ9oVe29I/AAAAAAAAA0c/dxlGWjRRnmQ/s400/givenchy-nightingale-bag-ashley-olsen-style-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670060477449690066" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 346px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Givenchy Nightingale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdOylMLTWQo/TrAbKrXC1qI/AAAAAAAAA04/jhjPsCxyzAY/s400/775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670061801111475874" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chanel 2.55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's enough for a down payment for a house or car. Do you want it ? Yes babe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that karma bites. So just now i said even pelarian also owns a LV bag right ? So if karma bites, it implies that i will own the pelarian bag some times in the future lo ? Actually, i don't mind to own one though...LV Neverfull please... *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InoKAJBoAIU/TrAZ9OoptzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/wFfrZTAlu6M/s400/louis-vuitton-neverfull-monogram-mm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670060470550771506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only LV that i can tolerate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After gossiping about lecturer, it's time for my favourite; STUDENTS. My group let the lecturer to check our assignment draft mah. Then the other students went so jakun oh, coz we are the first group which managed to give him a draft to be diao-ed lo. (This lecturer has a habit of rejecting and diao-ing assignments, don't be suprised). So ebelibadi went a bit tensed lo, and surrounded my group and lecturer. The situation was like at those pasar malam stalls. Man ! I nearly wanna curse so much at that time because i thought i was going to die from claustrophobia. The students surrounded me that i hardly can breathe lo, aiteilyiu. I know the students' intention; to korek tips from us mah. But still no need to claustrophobia me lo, MY GOD !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHzmS8dyN-Q/TrAZ9VRUVcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/1o9YL0vsNSQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670060472331949506" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally i got back the draft, a COMPLETE draft just like the original one, except with some conteng-conteng there lo. Then i left with my friend, and a student approached me to HAVE A LOOK at my draft wah. Kononnya have a look, but do y'all think i will believe her ? Why not i go to the printing shop and make a copy for you, want or not ? KI SIAO !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Yilin met her friend and her friend asked her if our draft got TORN INTO PIECES by the lecturer !!! When Yilin told me the whole thing, i really cannot tahan myself but to yell "OMG ! SO DAMN KUA LAN JIONG lo". And laughed all the way until next tutorial. (kua jiong = exaggerating) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No need to ask la. Con-lan-firm is those students who surrounded us a while back then made a fuss about it, and add sambal belacan, cuka, kicap, tepung, gula and garam into the whole cerita lo. And they even told people that the lecturer "seksa" us lo. Hahaha. If they don't fucking LISTENED to what was really said by my group and my lecturer, please SHUT THE FUCK UP la. Pandai make stories nia. But not bad la, free jokes what. Who doesn't want ? But next time i want free boobies or free hunks la, can ? *teehee* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skaligus i wanna say, SO KUA DAMN LAN JIONG lo !!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3399898013026522985?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3399898013026522985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/kua-lan-jiong-punya-lecturer-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3399898013026522985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3399898013026522985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/kua-lan-jiong-punya-lecturer-and.html' title='Kua Lan Jiong Punya Lecturer and Students'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siJUrH7vvDc/TrAZ81IXVYI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rIjGt3zepBY/s72-c/michaelkorswatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8880515688382023394</id><published>2011-11-01T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T01:11:00.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>I Fucking Hate Students Showing Off In My Class</title><content type='html'>Yes, i know i sounds very ego with that title of this post, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you, Utarians fucking like to show off the lo, despite they have nothing really interesting to be shown off and i really don't appreciate that at all. It's actually fine to show off in class, but certainly not in my class. Reason why ? Because it's simply very annoying and wastes my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiteiyiu, i am taking three subjects this sem and two of these subjects also got at least one fucking like-to-show-off creature lo. Damn dulan one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. In the English class, it was as calm as the big sea two weeks ago. But NABEH !!! Starting from this week, i mean today (Monday), the class will be like a pasar of jual mahal, jual face, jual tin kosong and jual apa simi jiao la. You know why ? Coz there's a William Hung alike jantan joined my class this afternoon and the really what-the-fuck thing is that, he's the guy whom i hated since foundation sem 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vsnIF-6DTM/Tq7VHYGQhcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/GjPcF1fGau4/s400/hung4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703303610533314" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She bang, she bang~~~woalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiteilyiu hor, this asshole likes to show that he has good command of England lo. Like he damn pro in england until ebelibodi needs to listen to him de wor. When tutor or lecturer discussed about something, he is like the "fan dui dong" one lo. Whatever shit also want to argue. During foundation, whenever he answered a question and berlagak discussed the question with tutor, then he will turn back his fugly head and face people at his back, showing off how well his england is. And the dulan thing was that i was just sitting right behind him. So whenever he turned back, i will see his fugly face. I was like "Ding la ! You think your england so geng until i need to bow to you like "wong tai sin" meh ? You don't even have the accent pun, still wanna act "yeng" in front of me? Sau pei la !!!" And i will lost my patience and roll my eyes 720 degrees and turn into a monster !!! ROARRRR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4cXiiKlNVU/Tq7VHlFPQQI/AAAAAAAAAzw/1mMuMdpo-Vs/s400/EvilBarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703307095916802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 357px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And today hor, he argued lagi with lecturer wor. The question was "do you agree that there's a need to follow the sequence (like identify problem, collect data, analyse, then conclusion) when writing a report or essay ?". Then you know what, he said no need to follow this sequence wah. NIAMAH ! I wanna ask him whether he walks using his head and breath with his legs la. Not only that, he even said this was what his tutor taught him during the English for Business class wor. Hey man, grow some balls ok ? If you wanna be special, don't use your tutor to cover for you la. GROW SOME BALLS !!! Fucking waste people's time to listen to his crap.  And during the discussion time, he was facing and sitting right opposite of me and basically, we just have to see each other lo. The tak-tahu-malu people fucking look at me and when i didn't want to represent my group to present the answer, he macam very syok there la. But he didn't know i was observing the class and laughing fucking gila-ly inside. BWAHAHA !!! Once a loser, forever a loser !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. For the same subject, but this is in the tutorial class, another guy also fucking like to show off de wor. In the very first class of this sem, we need to do self-intro lo. Usually just need to talk about your name, where are you come from, and what course you are taking ma right ? This fella went so far, even told us where was his high school..bla bla bla..then even said he was actually from science stream de wor..then degree baru join we business freaks. Aiyooo...why you like to make other people's life so miserable ? Once it's started like this, then the rest will follow de lo. Then ebelibadi also told grandma story and i almost faint in the class. But i still went on with the three basic things i mentioned earlier and FULLSTOP. And today hor, this fella really an attention-seeker lo. He wore a mask to the class and the whole look of him made me yelled "NINJA" !!! The same as the way that G Dragon sang the word NINJA in High High lo. WTF !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N1M0UKcq8ro" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah ! Lao niang is sharing her fav with y'all. Fast fast thank me la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. In the Business Ethics tutorial class, there is a gang of girls who always talk talk talk talk talk NONSTOP ! NABEH !! You talk meh talk la. Don't fucking interrupt the class with your stories la. Talk so loud, in cantonese somemore. "Ngo mou hing chui teng lei gong met chun chun ah". Ok lo, what for i bother what they talk right. But the thing is that, when tutor talks, they also talk. When tutor gave us the model answer, they also talked and they ended up cannot catch a single word that tutor said. Kept on asking tutor to repeat repeat and repeat. NIA SING !!! My tutor repeated the same sentence more than thrice lo, until i kept on stuck on "active bribery is...". Fucking wasting time eh ! And one of the girls in that group became the class rep and shit on her, damn cocky wei. She called me by whistling wei. How fucking educated is this ?!!! Then i didn't even bother to give her a damn or diao her and i walked away as she was continuing to call me. DING LEI ! Go fucking use this chikopek whistling technique in mamak session to call those AH BU NEH NEH la.. NEH NEH BU NEH NEH ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how my reputation goes in this post. Damn cocky and banyak komplen right ? Actually i can komplen on anything today because of all the dramas from the past three days. Since i have to be a rational person in the real life, why not i please myself in the virtual world ? So damn syok lo to rant and mumble in the virtual world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8880515688382023394?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8880515688382023394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-fucking-hate-students-showing-off-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8880515688382023394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8880515688382023394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-fucking-hate-students-showing-off-in.html' title='I Fucking Hate Students Showing Off In My Class'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vsnIF-6DTM/Tq7VHYGQhcI/AAAAAAAAAzk/GjPcF1fGau4/s72-c/hung4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7204676991210738175</id><published>2011-10-29T15:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:28:02.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumble Grumble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downs'/><title type='text'>Why You No Make It Clear Wor ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yours truly hor, is accused as a demanding person wor... No wonder why people say hor, "big trees attract wind". You don't understand this, never mind, i'll make things very clear for y'all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiteiyiu hor, me ah, i have a few principles that already used UHU gum to stick on my big butt since many years ago lo... Wanna know ? I'll let y'all know a few of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I don't submit myself to any authority or person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I don't rely on others for my own well-being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I don't fucking depend on other people's property&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I don't need anyone to feed my materiality satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I hate people who ruin my reputation and defame me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason for me to stick with this principles is because...me hor...got some fucking abnormal hormones that is far more excessive than anybody else..it's the EGOSTERONE (EGO+STERONE)... I don't like to get something from others, but have to obey to this and that fucking instructions and regulations and iguana-tic faces of anyone.... My egoness kicks in at anytime and anywhere... That's why i has forgone so many opportunities in order to be a free bird...coz i hate to be instructed and to say yes in every single fucking things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hor...I don't know why lo...I'm always labelled as a fucking spoiled, thoughtless and demanding girl wor... Aiteilyiu la...Me hor, have not received any pressie from my dad for so fucking many years already, that i even lost count on how many years it has been. Fine...i'm ok with that... Then hor, people always asked me since i was young...i got so many APPLES in exams hor, sure you has fucking lots of pressie lo... Har? Got me ? *scratch head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me hor, i forked out my own money for almost everything that i bought lo, as if i'm already earning a TITANIC lots of money at this age. Not like those who will ask daddy or mami to buy for him or her lo..But nevermind lo, i want them mah..sure i have to pay for myself lo...I'm very rational geh...But hor, i dunno why la...i'm being so rational all these years, but still being labelled as demanding kid wor...I already stop using parents' money since 19 lo... To make myself more credible, i has to make some calculation for y'all lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;***If i buy myself a bracelet for RM300 (t0 make things simple), this is for my 2011 birthday pressie, plus 2 sems of nice results with the total of 10 Apples, so altogether make them as 11 Apples la ya...So, RM 300/ 11 apples = not even RM30 per Apple leh... So fucking cheap lo aiteiyiu... ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nah nah nah, RM 30 for an APPLE eh...where can you find this ? Even a tiny Blackberry costs 100 times more than my APPLE eh... Am i demanding ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not enough credibility ah ? Ok lo... I don't receive a single buck on my birthday for dunno how many fucking years of birthday already... But there are so many so-called "not demanding" and mature kiddos at my age, still calling home to ask for money to buy Ipad, Iphone and Iwatever la...Even it's not a birthday or won a GOLD Olympic medal for our country pun, still can ask for money to buy pressie wor... How say leh ? *double scratch head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hor, those reputable and big people hor, i mean those big like a cow dung one ah..when they did a tiny mistake hor, the mistake will undergo mitosis and meiosis one lo..will duplicate itself and become very big one wor...big until no need to use microscope to see lo... And those small people hor, i mean those small like a dog poop hor, when made mistake hor... dunno y eh..dunno how to duplicate the wor...but will shrink in size leh... How ah ? Can someone please explain to me ? I have limited knowledge only... *pity*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No wonder la...When Edison Chen had those "naise" photos with those female artists hor, it was  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a bomb digity in the entire world. But if those fugly and no-one-wants-to-know people took those naise photos, perhaps HOOOTTTEEERRRR one hor..no people will fucking care also...NOW i understand lo... This is called as "big trees attract wind." So do y'all understand now? Faham ? Understand? Ming bai ? Still tak faham ? Tak faham ? You bodoh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hor, one thing i don't understand...Why people always like to compare compare de leh ? Very syok meh ? Is it a new olympic game ? I don't understand lo... Why people like to compare me with other "moi moi zai" lo...Aiteilyiu hor, there was one time yours truly got compared by a cousin of mine lo...Limpek felt the blood was boiling like lava lo...If limpek was compared to Oprah Winfrey who is so nice, knowledgeable and has so damn good network of nice friend and has a big heart hor...I will bow three times to her... but hor, limpek was compared to someone who looks like Handelababy wor, not Angelababy ya...You say how leh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously hor, i really don't understand what do people in this world is thinking about lo. There are so many things that i still don't understand eh. What should i do to understand leh ? I should blame those people who did not make things clear la... Where's the standard of all those positive behaviours? So if a person has a daughter hor, please teach her to spend all your money, make you buy her everything that she wants, keep on saying "mai la mai la, ngo oi, mai bei ngo" to you in order to label her as NOT DEMANDING.... You need to teach my daughter to speak profanities in every conversation because no one will forgive small mistakes that a person did, so there's no point to speak just a little pinch of profanity. And you will need to teach your daughter to be a bimbo, no need go to school la because no one will appreciate hardwork and wisdom in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so sorrey for the manglish...because limpek is very angry now lo...cannot use fabulus england now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Limpek very bodoh now..Still don't understand everything yet...Someone please teach me in order to make me awake from the world of stupidity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If any of y'all feel like scolding or bashing me for this post, sorry to tell y'all, y'all are not permitted, or perhaps no authority to do so...because this is MY BLOG...limpek will write anything that i wanna write...If i couldn't even rant in my virtue world, then the next marijuana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;case main character will be ME ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZpjWuxcanY/Tqu0A08hbaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mjny4hqIZ0w/s1600/scream_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZpjWuxcanY/Tqu0A08hbaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mjny4hqIZ0w/s400/scream_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668822482281393570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7204676991210738175?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7204676991210738175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-you-no-make-it-clear-wor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7204676991210738175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7204676991210738175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-you-no-make-it-clear-wor.html' title='Why You No Make It Clear Wor ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZpjWuxcanY/Tqu0A08hbaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mjny4hqIZ0w/s72-c/scream_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-248508773388025009</id><published>2011-10-22T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:30:06.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumble Grumble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Nothing Special, I'm Just Letting Y'all Know That I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey yo, peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back to Kampar more than a week now. Nothing special to update in my blog, so the title of this post explain all my purpose of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is going to be a short semester and i'll be back to Sandakan in December. Hope time flies ASAP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm taking three subjects in this short sem and hope everything will be alright. BOO...This sentence is sooo lame. Who cares how many subjects i'm taking in this sem la. Well, this shows how sucks and boring life can be in Kampar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok la. To somehow entertain those who are reading this, let me bitch something with y'all. It happened on Thursday morning where Yilin and I were taking bus to campus at 7 something in the morning. I got into the bus first before Yilin and i reserve a seat for Yilin with my file. Holy crap !!! A bitch came and took away my file and sat on the reserved seat although i told her that it had been reserved. Okok, to make things clearer, please scroll down (imma using direct translation from Mandarin ya, pardon my English)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : 有人坐的 (it's reserved)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitch: *ignored and took away my file*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Ei...got ppl sit one la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitch: Continued to ignore and put on her earphones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *intense starring* Ei, do you know this was reserved? You didn't see ah ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitch: Can reserve place in bus de meh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: *NIAMAH  LA* !!! But you didn't see it was reserved ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bitch: In bus, not first come first serve de meh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: FINE ! *looked at the window to stop the argument because it felt so cheapo to talk with a cheapo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To : The BITCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. DING LEI GOH FEI LA !!! don't tell me that you'll not take a seat for your friend if your friend just happened to take the bus with you. There's no rules in UTAR BUS,ok ? Don't take what fucking "first come first serve" law with me. I don't fucking care because i'm already a veteran in taking Utar bus. There's not first come first serve thing in Utar bus ok ? If I happen to see you around Utar and is going to take a bus with your friend, you'll taste the karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Bitch, if you do not know how to take the bus, please walk or cycle to campus,ok ? You blocked everyone at the bus door and you let the others to get into the bus ? Seriously, do you know how to take a bus ? And you talk about bus rule with me despite the fact that you do not know how to  take a bus ? KAI WAN XIAO !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Bitch ah Bitch, don't think that you are the boss in Utar just because you are a Science stream student. Look who's talking !!! You purposely took out your Science notes right after the argue session stopped to scare me is it ? LAO NIANG is not afraid ok ? If you thought that you'll gonna be the fourth most important Apple in this world (after Adam, Newton and Steve Jobs), you can SAO PEI la !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(One thing very funny about utarians is that, those students from science stream are always very proud of themselves. I mean they somehow very look down on Business students. They thought that they are a way SMARTER than the Business's just because they are doing science. Another funny facts in Utar discovered !!! By the way, Binno Wong, if you are reading this, i'm not referring to you ok ? I know you, you know me. *Peace* )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Bitch ah Bitch, me hor, is very revengful one de lor. If it happens that we are so in faith to meet in the bus or bus stop again, please dig a hole and hide yourself ASAP, coz i will give you a SLAP ! Nonono, is WORD SLAP. Educated people like me wouldn't use their hands to work things out. Their hands are meant for billion dollar business. Got it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, i'm done with the bitching session. I'm just hoping that time will pass in a real quick pace so that i can fly back to Sandakan ! Ok la, i know i'm repeating this. This shows how desperate i am lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, there's a song that i wanna share with y'all. It's not a super new stuff, but i'm very addicted to it since before my previous sem break and it's being played for don't know how many fucking times when i was flying back home on the 24th September. Enjoy ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's JoJo's Marvin's Room. There are a few versions of Marvin's Room, the original one is Drake's, but i like this version the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JUDbSL-5GHQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's Drake's version. It's a DOPE also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nwyjxsOYnys" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then, take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-248508773388025009?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/248508773388025009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-special-im-just-letting-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/248508773388025009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/248508773388025009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-special-im-just-letting-yall.html' title='Nothing Special, I&apos;m Just Letting Y&apos;all Know That I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JUDbSL-5GHQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-762706687200439656</id><published>2011-10-14T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:13:33.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>I Think I Like Law But There's Always Stupidity In Law Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeap. I like laws, but definitely not for studying and examination purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I grown up watching lawyer-themed TVB drama series and those lawyers looked damn chio in their very own ways when they were in the court, except for their outfits. I once had an ambition of becoming a lawyer, but i do not really know why, and what's the exact reason i did not really pursue this when i was selecting my course for my tertiary studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps i'm those "hangat-hangat tahi ayam" kind of human. I eventually picked Accounting so that's why i'm stuck in this course right one. Another one and a half year to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, i have my interest on law because i think it's kinda crucial to learn or at least, to know something about law. Matter if it's civil law, criminal law or any kinds of laws, please try to &lt;i&gt;kepoh&lt;/i&gt; something about it. Y'all will thank me somedays later in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not that pro enough to deliver some kind of lecture through my blog, so please excuse me. But i definitely learnt something to back up myself as a blogger (although i'm not a famous blogger) and also as my life as a "bitching target" for those bitches wannabe. Talk about copyright and defamation, &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt; ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had passed my two law papers in Utar; Business Law and Company Law. I'm not excited at all upon seeing my course structure with those law papers in it. Coz they are not the laws that i'm interested in, and there are for exam purpose. Come one, hands up if any of y'all like it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the &lt;i&gt;dulan &lt;/i&gt;things in both my law classes was that, all the law lecturers are crazy kind of species. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Every law lecturers are cilaka one. During Business Law, my tutor and lecturer, both are not in good terms (i use ARE because i assume that, or most probably that they are still in bad terms). They were actually having some kind of invisible war and most probably will end up "da kao" with each other if that semester ended a few more weeks later. So we students were stuck in the middle, suffocating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. For Company Law, both my lecture and tutorial were under the same person. Let's call my lecturer/tutor as Aunty O la, okie ? Aunty O always caught me in law classes. I didn't have really good times during law classes coz i don't really fucking understand the laws, and Aunty O was always late for classes. I don't fucking know why, she liked to catch me in class. She will ask me to read the entire Section of law in the lecture hall. Hey, if any of y'all is interested, kindly get an Act book and cincai pick a Section. Dunno who created those sections and the "creator" didn't fucking know how to use FULLSTOP lah wei. Y'all will run out of breathe once y'all read them, believe me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Aunty O also liked to throw questions to me lo. There was one time when she asked me a question and i did answer her question. But she didn't hear me and i repeated the same answer thrice and still couldn't get me. Then i finally answered her "Whatever la". And everything stopped there. Another drama was that, she asked me something about Director during tutorial, and i almost ended up using profanity in the answer. Look how annoyed i was. FML !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Aunty O is a ffk queen. None of y'all can beat her ffk-ness. If any of y'all wanna enter the ffk community, y'all have to bow three times to her so that she could be your sifu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Aunty O even treated me as her PA. During the last revision class, i did not have the intention to attend it at all, coz her ffk power is too geng that even the power of wing chun also can die. But some of my friends and classmates wanted to attend but they were unsure if the class was really ON. So out of kindness (ahem), i offered to ring Aunty O up the next morning to confirm if the class was still ON. I wonder if there were anyone who have her contact and bothered to ring her up because most of her students were already back to their hometowns. So yitmun hor, always being kind and helpful hor, offered to waste some of her credit and ring ring ring her lo. &lt;i&gt;*puke*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(note: i got her contact number because i was under her tutorship, that's why my friend needed her contact number to confirm if our tutorials were still on or not...talk about playing safe,ok ? and my friend passed her contact number to me, that's why i got her contact lo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long story short, i ended up attended her revision class and say what, she took it for granted and treated me as her PA. She told the students to get her contact from me just in case any of them wanted to contact her. Hey Aunty, can't you fucking rap out the few digits of your contact? Will that waste a lot of your saliva ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there was one night, a girl texted me for her contact number and i really felt boiled up. &lt;i&gt;Kacau saja...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess this is the point where i need to put my fullstop on. FULLSTOP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-762706687200439656?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/762706687200439656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-like-law-but-theres-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/762706687200439656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/762706687200439656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-think-i-like-law-but-theres-always.html' title='I Think I Like Law But There&apos;s Always Stupidity In Law Classes'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-504726621561143101</id><published>2011-10-11T21:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:07:42.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>This Is A Rojak Post, More Rojak Than Pasar Malam's Rojak</title><content type='html'>1.  Toby is (was) my koko's pet, a dog. I'm not so sure if its a dog or bitch. Anyways, no matter what gender it is, we are&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: justify; "&gt; ENEMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the previous posts, i mentioned something about my scalp and i will eat Toby if i were to eat a doggie. This is how the hatred happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In May 2009, i left Sandakan for Kampar for the very first time. My koko and his bunch of best friends came to Sandakan and stayed in my house. I'm fine with this. But when my koko left for the west, he brought my HAIRDRYER back to the West. I'm ok if he brought it to dry his SHORT hair, but he brought it back to dry his Toby wahhhh. OMFG !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S8Ko0lMTKcY/TpRXB0z6MtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/CtCmnv2kdlE/s400/39338_10150249550120160_872270159_14070720_2746434_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246320379409106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have y'all seen a dog which doesn't bark at all ?That's Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So i doubted if i will have a hairdryer to use during my homecoming but mommy assured me that it's gonna be ok because she bought a brand new one. And it's claimed to dry and blow well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Indeed, it blows well. BLOW COW, BLOW WATER lo. *&lt;i&gt;anger overflows&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x38dQSXJwiw/TpRXDIMGFDI/AAAAAAAAAy4/E2u1TSOaxNk/s400/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246342760993842" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The hairdryer takes half an hour to dry my hair while the normal one takes 10 minutes to desertfy my hair. It means i need  to stand or sit &lt;i&gt;ngong ngong &lt;/i&gt;there and blow my hair. And i usually give up on blowing my hair dry because it's really tiring, my hair is always left damp which forms a comfy environment for lice to breed. And the funneh thing of this hairdryer is, it blows cool air even if you do not need it. Hot, cool, cool, hot, cool, cool,hot... And i gotta wait like a nanny for the hot air. So that explains why it takes 30 minutes to do my hair. Even if i used 45 minutes to deal with that, my hair is still dampy. Really spend me "xei bek fung" lo. And it weighs more than my butt. DUHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have asked for a new, normal hairdryer since then, but until last two weeks, i finally got it after so much of mumble and grumble. Dad said it's useless to get me a new one since i usually stay in Sandakan's home for less than a month. I turned into Justice Pao right after he said that. Come on la..i'm not asking for a hairdryer that dries Mariah Carey or Beyonce's hair. Give me a normal hairdryer that excretes hot air will do. But then my almighty mommy finally got me a new one and i'm happy like a cow. *teehee*. That's why, asking something from my mom is better than asking from Uncle Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my new babe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGD_g-ueRNo/TpRXDjjZmmI/AAAAAAAAAzA/QDf3UlgsQNg/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246350106499682" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks mama ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simple, normal and works damn well ^^. I'm not that demanding what, and now I'll keep headache and lice at bay. WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But there's something that decrease my love towards Toby recently. My mom starts to call me as Toby. When she asks me to do, eat, drink something, she'll be like "Toby..*juk juk juk*". Hoi!!! I'm not that ngong ngong Toby la. It doesn't bark, a coward but i'm loud like lightning and my chest is almost as hairy like an Orang Utan. BEHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Went to the English Tea House on last Saturday, just for its scones. Perhaps i had too high expectation as it tasted so damn well during those times before i left for the West, it was kinda so-so this time. Mommy and baby bro didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruZcMDNhAZw/TpRXCwJw9XI/AAAAAAAAAyo/rwZl7Zd7WKc/s400/IMG_0617%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246336308770162" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Scones =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to the pasar malam located at Mile 4 after that. It was my very first time to my hometown's pasar malam. (Sandakan tak de pasar malam sebelum ini, okie?).  I must agree that the West has better pasar malam than my hometown. The only thing that caught my eyes were those little cute fruit tarts. I bought 4 pieces and i was mad happy and satisfied on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJe5AhtkSE8/TpRXCJC1-7I/AAAAAAAAAyg/WEQKdjKSdJA/s400/Fruit%2Btart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662246325810756530" style="text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is not original picca. I asked Uncle Google for help. I apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the sad thing was, i dropped them on the floor and a "PPPIAAAKKK" sound was heard. And please imagine the image of the tarts. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. It rained last night and my mouth and teeth went itchy. I gave dad a call and asked him to buy me roti kaya from Habeeb. NABEHH.. My dad argued that there's no roti kaya in Sandakan, only have roti kosong or roti tisu or roti telur. Apalah...kaya banyak di merata-rata tempat wei. Can't blame him much also, because my family doesn't have mamak culture here. But he still brought me the roti kaya, and in double also. I ate it, they were hard, even knife also cacat, but i still ate them. And today, Hello Tummy !!! NABEHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Mommy made us bird nest tong shui just now. And look, who's the queen in the house? Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65qauCSfvaM/TpRYceQKbKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kZtQJMfnqok/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65qauCSfvaM/TpRYceQKbKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/kZtQJMfnqok/s400/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247877691993250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Obvious enough ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I'm happy with little things that happened in my life. Small things like cute little fruit tarts, playing with family members, eating a bowl of ice kacang with mommy, buying small hair clips for my fringe, buying a 70cents spoon that i like and etc, they endorphin-ed me. They do not require tonnes of money, but the value and happiness that they induced worth more than a Lamborghini. And i know i'm gonna miss these times very soon. Tomorrow will be my last day in Sandakan. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; 6. 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I was quite excited because i got to order what i really craving for, and they are my ALL TIME FAVOURITE. I'll let the piccas do the talking. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012826928908802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArDKCDfiEHQ/ToxnrZVAigI/AAAAAAAAAxo/B2CUTLQ_GDc/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Homemade Beancurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012848126978274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBFSF47ETq0/ToxnsoTBaOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/NFKV6KhFL3E/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Stuffed Chicken ??? ( i dunno it's name la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012857726654450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mEWFOhNrqUo/ToxntMDw1_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/S3ZSdJk7fU8/s400/vxcvx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"Jit Kwong" Meat (Jit kwong is a kind of vinegar and yours truly is too lazy to ask uncle Google for it's english name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..*jeng jeng jeng jeng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660012836011550290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwzfWDKLXlg/Toxnr7KeplI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bLH4q8FI45Q/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Crocodile Meat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Drooling or feels a bit uncomfortable ? Let me express my apology for not giving any warning beforehand. Because to me, it's not really a BIG BIG BIG deal to eat crocodile meat. And now i'm really going for some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt; to my dearest readers. Don't say i didn't warn ah... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt; you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I asked my mom hor, what the hell in this world that i had really consumed into my body and possibly came out as faeces before. Coz my dad told me don't know how many hella times that i ate so many creatures that people won't usually allow them to enter into their digestive systems. So i seek clarification and confirmation from my mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Mi, what krung krung thing did i eat before ah ? What else besides the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt; crocodile&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : You ate almost everything before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Mi, i heard i ate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pigeon&lt;/span&gt; before...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : Yea la, last time you coughed like mad. Need to eat pigeon lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Mi, what else ah ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Deer's bone&lt;/span&gt; lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : Yuckksss...Mi, i fucking hate this lo. Smell like shit wei. I wanna &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"da kao"&lt;/span&gt; with you when you forced me to drink last time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : But it's good wat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : What else ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : "Fei shu" lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : What is Fei Shu ? Squirrel ??? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BATMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : HARRRR !!! *yelling in piercing voice while rolling my eyes 360 degrees* @_@&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : ........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; leh ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : Ceh...what spiderman...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Mickey Mouse&lt;/span&gt; leh ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mom : SHUT UP !!! (coz my mom is afraid of rats, wahaha)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Anyways, these aren't the complete list of raksasa that i have eaten before. I'll list them out to make my report a complete one. ( i'll omit chicken, pork, ordinary seafood that are normally consumed by a normal human, because they aren't raksasa ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ate these before :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Pigeons, bats, deers, crocodiles, pig brains, sharks,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt; water monitor&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not so sure bout its name, it's known as Four-legged snake)...erm, what else ? Can't really recall everything that my parents told me. I'm not sure if monkeys should be added to the list because this is still pending for confirmation. (no piccas here because y'all can simply ask Uncle Google, he's kind enough to show y'all the piccas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Now i'm on my way to con my dad to buy me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Ostrich&lt;/span&gt; meat from the same restaurant that i have mentioned just now. And i hope to eat a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt; T-Rex&lt;/span&gt; before i say bye bye to this world. (someone commented that i do not need to eat t-rex because i'm a t-rex myself...apalah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Please don't wonder if i'll take doggie's meat or not. Definitely negative. (but if i'm forced to eat doggie, the first doggie that i'll eat is my koko's pet with the name of Toby). And i will not take "Ping Pong Balls" (got what i mean), ok ? It's against the law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Till then, happy feasting ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-9148550808534740187?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/9148550808534740187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/basically-i-eat-everything-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9148550808534740187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9148550808534740187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/basically-i-eat-everything-that-is.html' title='Basically I Eat Everything That Is Edible and Not Against The Law'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArDKCDfiEHQ/ToxnrZVAigI/AAAAAAAAAxo/B2CUTLQ_GDc/s72-c/IMG_0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3092725928576727275</id><published>2011-10-01T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:14:28.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>X-Factor</title><content type='html'>Oh My Man !!! Check these out and y'all will get plenty of WOWs !!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dYPTS_39I8g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, i love Chris Rene's song. This is the sincerity and truth that are lacking in today's world of music. No gimmick in both the song and he himself. He's the real thing and that's my MAN !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zB_5WrJagak" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl, she did her magic to this "baby baby baby oh" song and it's sooooo original. Honestly speaking, the original version of this song is not THAT appealing to me (sorry to Justin Bieber's fans). But this really wow-ed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, music is a thing with soul. It should be expressed with sincerity and passion in steel. But the sad thing in today's music is that, everything went so gaga until it now reaches a point of all alien words as lyrics and naked theme in music video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, enjoy ma peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3092725928576727275?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3092725928576727275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/x-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3092725928576727275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3092725928576727275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/10/x-factor.html' title='X-Factor'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dYPTS_39I8g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1981123044681831424</id><published>2011-09-29T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:24:50.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Lice Is Breeding On My Scalp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have not washed my hair since Monday and it's a total torture to a lady who washes her hair everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really want to know who the hell made up the "no-hair-washing" law after getting the hair straightened. Man, i only straightened my fringe but the whole head gonna suffer together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there's another issue here for making me to hate hair-washing so much. I have no HAIRDRYER in Sandakan !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your mommy doesn't own a hairdryer meh ??? Cannot borrow hers mie ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, i will blog about this in some post later to let out my frustration. Duhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be an active lice very soon, after i dip my head in a basin of Dettol later in the evening  to commemorate the end of rebonding taboo ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1981123044681831424?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1981123044681831424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/lice-is-breeding-on-my-scalp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1981123044681831424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1981123044681831424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/lice-is-breeding-on-my-scalp.html' title='Lice Is Breeding On My Scalp'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8914786618830236518</id><published>2011-09-26T08:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:07:14.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Declare Myself As A Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha peeps. I'm back to Sandakan The Nature !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left Kampar on 24th September with mixed feelings. Skip all the nasty things that happened on the way from Kampar to KLIA. Arrived at KLIA at 2.30pm and went to the departure hall at 4pm. The bimbo nature of me started to shine again and bought Victoria Secret there. *YEEHAA* . Let me teil you la, if you saw Victoria's Secret in Malaysia and you don't even bother to take a look at its items, i bet you'll regret later on. Yitmun says lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came to the most interesting part of the journey. I went to the assigned gate of my flight, which was B11. I went straight into the gate without showing my boarding pass and IC. The staffs there were almost shouting at me to make me alert (or perhaps to awake me) of the boarding pass. But i was still didn't know what was happening. Until three staffs finally stood in front of me and their gesture were all about "stopping" me and asking for the stupid boarding pass. The whole situation was like, i felt that i was Osama bin Laden who got arrested by Firefly's staffs as if i was a terrorist. To make things worse, I guess all the Sandakanians who were already there were watching a stupid girl who tried to enter the gate and board the plane without a boarding pass. So "siasui" la duhhh. By the way, let me clarify something. I know i need to show the boarding pass to the staffs. It's just that i was thinking of something in my mind that i was too absorbed into my own world and lost senses to the surroundings. Anyways, it's still very siasui !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when i reached home, i had to hide at my neighbour's garage because my dad, sis and bro didn't know that 24th was my homecoming day. All of them got fooled by me and they thought that i'll only be back on 3rd October. But before i scared the three of them, my neighbour got shocked a hell of her life. She was like "Kau siapa? Tunggu siapa?" Hahaha. And when i finally appeared in the house, my dad was Youtube-ing with my bro and my sis was studying. All of them were like "@@". My dad looked electrified. The siblings were even funnier. They asked each other if they were dreaming and started to pinch each other. =='''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll be staying in Sandakan until 13th October and seriously, i can foresee my purse will shrink very soon. Anyways, Happy Holiday to all Utarians. Do whatever y'all feel like doing before the break ends. Don't hold back and just do it !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Holidays and take care. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8914786618830236518?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8914786618830236518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-declare-myself-as-drama-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8914786618830236518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8914786618830236518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-declare-myself-as-drama-queen.html' title='I Declare Myself As A Drama Queen'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-9059635894365235366</id><published>2011-09-18T10:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:35:43.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Laugh-Till-You-Drop Version of Mariah Carey's Touch My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If any of y'all is craving for something to make you laugh until you drop your stomach, click on this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G7oGx2dImE8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tuts mai barreh, put me on the flow ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder why people are so daring to do this kind of gila babi stuffs. To entertain the whole world is it ? If yes, he deserves 2 thumbs up from me. Even i myself almost got killed from embarrassment while watching this video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sis used to sing this song from Aunty Mariah to me when i was back to Sandakan and for everytime she sang this, for sure i will yell "SHUT UP" to stop her from singing this anymore. But i guess if my sis happens to watch this video, there will be either of two consequences that will happen in the future; 1) if she still dare to sing this to me, i'll make sure her to sing all those "COCKS, TROPICAL PRIEST and i'll give her a PLANKTON" !!! or 2) she'll delete this song from her song lists. WAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And from now on, i don't think i'm able to listen to the original version from Aunty Mariah anymore. And i really feel like giving this guy a PLANKTON !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NAHHHH !!! PLANKTON !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2SWPqkQrLA/TnVU3kZ8vGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/gy9OmrPUxqc/s1600/Plankton-finished.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j2SWPqkQrLA/TnVU3kZ8vGI/AAAAAAAAAxg/gy9OmrPUxqc/s400/Plankton-finished.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653518220875578466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TUTS MY BARREH ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-9059635894365235366?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/9059635894365235366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/laugh-till-you-drop-version-of-mariah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9059635894365235366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9059635894365235366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/laugh-till-you-drop-version-of-mariah.html' title='The Laugh-Till-You-Drop Version of Mariah Carey&apos;s Touch My Body'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G7oGx2dImE8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4295627425076714041</id><published>2011-09-11T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:56:03.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Every Goodbye Is The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom came to visit me in Kampar this morning even though i strongly opposed her from doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom came along with sis and aunt, bringing so damn lots of stuffs for me. They even cleaned my room although i had cleaned it early in the morning so that i won't receive so MUCH comment from them, but my power always lose to mom's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At first, i went a bit frustrated and ACTED a bit frustrated because they kept on disturbing and clean my stuffs. Then we went for lunch and headed to Old Town to get some stuffs as souvenirs for the homies. After all these, they finally had a short rest in my room. But things didn't stop there. Mom was a way too bothered by my room again and CLEANED again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom, sis and aunt left at 5.45pm just now. I sent them until they got into the car and we bid farewell. Although we will see each other again soon, my tears wet my face the moment i turned back, walking back to my house after biding them farewell. And when i reached my room, then i realised mom left some money under my computer mouse. It saddened me deeper. My mom knows that i usually don't accept the money that she gives me, so she's smart this time. She left it under the mouse so i wouldn't have the chance to reject the pocket money she gave me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how independent a person is, no matter how far a person has travelled, no matter how long a person has been away from home, no matter how strong a person is, everyone has his or her vulnerable side shown when it deals with the family. Every goodbye is still the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really feel like going back to my hometown right now. I understand that i still gotta finish my tasks before i can "home sweet home". It's hard, i know. But i know i need to complete this, and i know i CAN do it. I must and i will do my VERY BEST this time although it's so frigging difficult this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And all the very best to the other Utarians who are going to sit for their finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GOOD LUCK !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4295627425076714041?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4295627425076714041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-goodbye-is-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4295627425076714041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4295627425076714041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-goodbye-is-same.html' title='Every Goodbye Is The Same'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8346602374257154948</id><published>2011-09-09T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:55:51.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Wicked Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o9PuAm7d0PA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I left my girl back home, I don't love her no more&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never fucking know that, these fucking eyes that I'm staring at&lt;br /&gt;Let me see that ass, look at all this cash&lt;br /&gt;And I've emptied out my cards too&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm fucking leaning on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your love baby I can bring my shame&lt;br /&gt;Bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain&lt;br /&gt;I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here&lt;br /&gt;Bring the cups baby I can bring the drink&lt;br /&gt;Bring your body baby I can bring you fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's my motherfucking word too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just let me motherfucking love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listen ma, I'll give you all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Give me all of this, I mean confidence in myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listen ma, I'll give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though you don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll give you all of me, I'll give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though you don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me see you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love to watch you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take you down another level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Get you dancing with the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take a shot of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I'm warning you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, put down your perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring your love baby I can bring my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got my heart right here, I got my scars right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring the cups baby I can bring the drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring your body baby I can bring you fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's my motherfucking word too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So let me motherfucking love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listen ma, I'll give you all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Give me all of this, I mean confidence in myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Listen ma, I'll give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I need all of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though you don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just tell me you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll give you all of me, I'll give you all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Even though you don't love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8861066167924878672-8346602374257154948?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8346602374257154948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/wicked-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8346602374257154948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8346602374257154948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/wicked-games.html' title='Wicked Games'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o9PuAm7d0PA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1229495082518088385</id><published>2011-09-07T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:40:22.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Airport Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Airport fashion is becoming a hot topic, mainly due to the stylish image portrayed by those artists who are flying for somewhere else. But there are some disputes despite of all these airport fashion craze recently. So here it is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1f6qy_Ai-g/TmZN6uW_kzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B2MgxlI-fuM/s400/20110904_cl_3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649288453855089458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2NE1's CL wore a sweater which was derived from a work of art by British artist Tim Noble and Sue Webster. The point of dispute was not due to the sweater being too "revealing" (which is always a point of dispute for being HARMFUL), but it was because of the "offensive language" on the sweater like "Fuck Everything", "Take My Tits", and "Cut Here".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, when i first saw this picture in the morning, i was monologue-ing to myself; "She's getting into trouble" since people are kinda sensitive with all the F bombs and other offensive words. Indeed, the scandal broke at night. But i felt it's really a no-big-thing  what. Let me tell you why la okie ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was not a broadcasting event so does it really matter if she chose to wear that sweater ? And let me tell y'all, 2ne1's outfits are really no joke. Their little kicks on their feets can even cost more than one's entire outfit. So if CL paid so much money for that sweater, do you expect her to wear it as a pajamas or bathrobe ? Are you kidding me ? Then what about the the infamous Gaga fashion ? Let's think about it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason for me highlighting this issue in this post is that, human nature never changes. Human really tend and like to MAGNIFY the so-called scandal of a person instead of giving COMPLIMENTS to nice stuffs. Why weren't there such a big thang when she rocked the Balenciaga handbag back then ? *scratch head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another airport concern that i'm worrying since this morning is the outbreak of H5N1. It's getting serious in Asia and other countries. You know la ya, airport wei...People from all around the world will stop by airport for a while before they depart wei. And yours truly is flying soon. I wonder if i really need to do safety precaution on that day. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first thing that came into my mind when talking bout precaution is MASK. Haiyo...You think it's really that comfortable to wear a mask ? Aiteiyou, it really feels like your face is having a free "sauna session". That's why putting on a mask is not a chio thing although you see people looking kinda chio with their mask on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So do i really need to wrap myself like an assassin like this ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eeB1qS4QvU/TmZN64Ma3TI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ViC0M13KZGk/s400/gd_air_rc-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649288456495095090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't want la wei. I scare the security guards will arrest me and bring me to eat "curry rice" wei. I dislike curry !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If i really need to wrap myself like this, i rather buy a paper bag, cut two holes and wear it like tis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0kcYkQMXPg/TmZN7X-8zmI/AAAAAAAAAxY/AaLejsdr7eI/s400/12908745824U4Q00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649288465028533858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless i have that LV sneakers and Beats headphone la, then i will wrap myself like an assassin and invade KLIA. HAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dai Lou ah...Tin ah... Why is it so hard for me to go back to my hometown ? H5N1 outbreak eh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1229495082518088385?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1229495082518088385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/airport-concern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1229495082518088385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1229495082518088385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/airport-concern.html' title='Airport Concern'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1f6qy_Ai-g/TmZN6uW_kzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B2MgxlI-fuM/s72-c/20110904_cl_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4078786359072569404</id><published>2011-09-03T19:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:07:40.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bias'/><title type='text'>I Can't Meet Them on 24th So I Have To Watch Them Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xgrhqM_Hjo0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The two finest men (GD and TOP) are coming to Malaysia for a performance on 24th this month. I'm not sure what performance is it coz i know i wouldn't be able to High High with them, so it's non-of-my-business anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Huge SIGH*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why isn't the performance on 25 or 26th September ? Otherwise, i might have a slight chance to meet and perhaps, RAPE them in KLIA (&lt;i&gt;*evil smile*&lt;/i&gt;) because if they were to perform in any of the two days, they will most probably come to Malaysia on 24th and i'm flying from KLIA on 24th !!! &lt;i&gt;*karma not good enough*. &lt;/i&gt; If they are landing in Malaysia on 24th, perhaps i 'll get stumbled to death by any other fans who are waiting for their arrival although i'm quietly shopping around KLIA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If i really got to meet with the dragon, i know i will die a happy girl. HAHAHAHA !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Anyone who need my help to buy something from KLIA, especially those brands or whatever you want but they are not available in anywhere around Malaysia but KLIA (eg: Victoria's Secret), please feel free to let me know. I'll try my best to dig it out in KLIA. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, Bbokigayooooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4078786359072569404?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4078786359072569404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-meet-them-face-to-face-so-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4078786359072569404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4078786359072569404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-cant-meet-them-face-to-face-so-i-have.html' title='I Can&apos;t Meet Them on 24th So I Have To Watch Them Here'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xgrhqM_Hjo0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2934189670104903965</id><published>2011-09-02T09:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:47:33.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>CRAZY DUMBASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WARNING !!! Minors below 18 are strictly prohibited from this. Hands up if you are ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook is getting more and more ridiculous !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was preparing to hit the sack last night kinda early. As usual, i will facebook for a while before i call it a day. Suddenly, someone inbox-ed me and i clicked on that to see who sent me a PM. Then i was like "omg !" A not-good-looking-and-chubby guy PM me and said "hi" to me. I really didn't bother to give him a reply coz i don't even have the intention to approve him plus he is not THAT attractive enough to earn himself a reply !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then i was like "why not play a while leh?" Coz i was having headache last night and was craving for something to release my temporary stress and headache before it got worse. So i replied him after i ganged up with BB (bb, don't laugh till you got mad when u see this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiteilyou, that dumbass only know Chinese and he doesn't even know a single word of English. He replied me in Chinese but I claimed that i don't know chinese, so i asked him to write in English. He just replied me "?????". He said he doesn't know English. I was like "Who the hell in this world who don't even know a single English word especially in Malaysia ? Go back to your planet la wei !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In order to continue the game, i agreed to write in Chinese lorrr (don't play play with my Chinese although i can't speak that well). Then he said "can become friends ma?" (what a lame sentence!). BB and i narrowed down his intention to 1) wanna flirt with me and 2) wanna sale me something (coz BB and i stalked him a bit in his fb and he managed to know that he's someone who helps people to build nice body,&lt;i&gt;kononnya&lt;/i&gt;). But the 2nd one has higher possibility. So my bb taught me how to flirt with him and what the fuck with him, it took years for him reply with his super dulan chinese which make me @@.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after somewhile and the game was getting HOT, that dumbass thought that he caught a dumb chick. Then he finally said "are you gaining weight recently? wanna have nicer body?" Con-lan-firm la he wanna sell something and &lt;i&gt;korek &lt;/i&gt;money from me. So i replied "woahhhh...since you are a coach, then sure you have pretty nice body. Does your body looks like Rain's?" Of course no la. That fat dumbass dodged my sarcastic question so he kept on asking me if i wanna have a superb body. Then i went like "NIAMAH la..if you so damn like to teach ladies on how to own a superb body, experiment with your mom first la. Teach her how to firm her boobs coz her's might looks like two dried papayas hanging there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But his mom is innocent what. So i didn't replied these to him but i continued to play with him for a while more. I wanna caught him to a point so that i could fire him in one go, even the power of fireman also fails !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a while, i was back to the game and finally caught him on FAIYAHHH!!! So i dropped him my final bomb and here it is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;"叉你娘的。。。你才需要减肥。。。而且请&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin"&gt;你减下你的笨蛋脑袋。。。英文和华语都兰的像放屁。。。你以为像小鹿一样乱打乱撞就能撞到一条白痴水鱼？　老娘可不是闹的！！！　他妈的！！！　要教别人减肥的话，先请你拿镜子照一下自己。。。&lt;/span&gt;if you wanna teach people how to build their body, please build your body before that because you look like a living dried dulan doraemon !!! if you are damn fucking free like mad, the street is fucking dirty with shits all the way so please take the broom and sweep them... con-lan-firm you are a LOSER !&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;don get into my life anymore..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After this bomb, he dare not to reply anymore. So i assumed that he had banged his head to the nearest wall and i don't know what happened after that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stupid fella, you have messed with the wrong chick ! I'm a tigress who kills ok ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girls and guys, here's the loser ! His name is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;专变身材 (Zhi Zhong). Whatafuckingidioticnamehehas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ignore or block him if he tries to hantam you as his target.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCMo6vqMxNM/TmA4Eecr0QI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9LSOotqTPyg/s400/idiot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647575582266609922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2934189670104903965?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2934189670104903965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-dumbass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2934189670104903965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2934189670104903965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/09/crazy-dumbass.html' title='CRAZY DUMBASS'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yCMo6vqMxNM/TmA4Eecr0QI/AAAAAAAAAxA/9LSOotqTPyg/s72-c/idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2293071178600497181</id><published>2011-08-27T16:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T20:47:06.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Say What My Dream Comes True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dreamed of a young boy who has disability with his left hand. He doesn't have a left hand but he is still a cheerful young little boy. And i could feel the "sourish" feelings in my heart although i was still in the dream, while talking with the boy and embraced him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning when i was watching Family Outings from Youtube (watching videos from Youtube is my everyday's routine), i suddenly bumped into a video entitled "Tae-ho's Story". I was like "who is this Tae-ho? How come people wanted to feature him in a video or program?". So out of curiousity, i clicked that video and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BfL2U0BJ48g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was like "OMG!!!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How come it matches my dream so well ? Except for the fact that Taeho has no both of his arms and i'm not featured in this video la. His condition was almost exactly like the boy who appeared in my dream. ( I swear that i didn't go to Youtube and search "kiddos without arms" and bumped into this video okayssss? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aiteilyou, i always got to have weird or unsual dreams and if i able to remember the dream that i had, it always implies something to me or something will really occur. Erm, let me tell y'all one of them to enhance my credibility. There was a dream in which i had to pack as fast as a rocket because i received a sudden offer to further my studies in Canada. In the dream, i was packing real quick and the clothes that i wear during that period of time were all hanging on the closet in my dream. (but i don't remember if i managed to pack my undergarments because what i remember was "I WAS PACKING REAL QUICK!!!") hahaha. My parents were there to send me off too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So back to reality. And the next day, VOILA !!! I really received a call, asking me to apply for a scholarship eh !!! Man !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still don't believe in me ? Alright... Here's another one. I dreamed of NUMBERS and the next day, i told my mom to buy Toto of the numbers that i dreamed last night. My mom didn't believe in me and thought i was all crapping because i talk crap with her almost everyday. And VOILA!!! My numbers kena lo... My mom didn't hit it because she didn't believe in MEEEEEE !!! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay okay. Too much crapping again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, what i wanna deliver to y'all is that, life is full of happenings and dramas. Indeed, the world is always so unfair in everyone's mind. Everyone is not pleased with what God has given to them. Everyday is full of complains. But the fact is that, the world is so big. There are many people out there who should deserve more then what they are currently having, but it's not like everything is under their control. Everything is lied on God's will. I'm not sure what y'all think or feel after watching Taeho's story. But for me, the most surface message that i received  is that, we should learn how to appreciate and be grateful with what we own in our life.. The way we are born, the family we are born in, how do we look, what we have, what we have achieved...Just be grateful with all these. I understand that everyone is trying to be better and wanna upgrade themselves. So do i. But in the process of blooming ourselves into better persons, do keep smiling and stay positive no matter how tough life is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So if there's a day where any of y'all feel a bit slumpy, do remember this humble post of mine and hope that you'll regain your willpower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers, love and peace... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2293071178600497181?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2293071178600497181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-what-my-dream-comes-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2293071178600497181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2293071178600497181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/say-what-my-dream-comes-true.html' title='Say What My Dream Comes True'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BfL2U0BJ48g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4560489753224863625</id><published>2011-08-20T09:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:03:14.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piccas'/><title type='text'>Photo Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is something that i'm pretty obsessed with recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes a good photo? It's a very subjective thing to say because a person's preference changes as time passes and it's shaped by the environment or values that a person holds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, a good photo is not the one which features my biases or pretty models sitting there and posing like a freak. As long as the photo "woah"s me (matter if it's because of its concept or meaning behind it) and it stuck like an elephant glue in my mind that i'm so willing to buy that magazine just for that photo, then it's a good photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's roll !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The high fashion ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VecIpyAZ5DU/Tk8ZfkH7ouI/AAAAAAAAAv4/h5uiGNMBPG0/s1600/kimminhee_0911211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VecIpyAZ5DU/Tk8ZfkH7ouI/AAAAAAAAAv4/h5uiGNMBPG0/s400/kimminhee_0911211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756888182104802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Min Hee &amp;amp; Lee Hyuk Soo as Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride" in Vogue Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enTlbeK_8BQ/Tk8Y2OsHmLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AaJvRUfVGVs/s400/20091118_gdragonvogue_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756178053666994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G Dragon as "Genie" in Vogue Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dazing and confusing ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QwiY06uyIEQ/Tk8Y17YqC4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/rp_xudGola4/s400/2i7so3m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756172871764866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Min Hee &amp;amp; Lee Hyuk Soo in DAZED AND CONFUSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so6jy8M301M/Tk8ZL4GJrvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/3n9ZDS23ffw/s400/bigbangdazed1_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756549945962226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;G Dragon in DAZED AND CONFUSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RwG7u_4-9Q/Tk8Y1gVVSNI/AAAAAAAAAug/yGKsXp9R1Y0/s400/2hewl5u.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756165610064082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Hee in DAZED AND CONFUSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The one which tells stories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZldxxfQkPr8/Tk8Y2pCXhxI/AAAAAAAAAu4/G2LHu6FWShc/s400/20100827_top5-600x388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756185126307602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOP &amp;amp; Lee Min Sook  : The story between a Women &amp;amp; a Man in ELLE Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The one that delivers strong messages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwtResSmRBI/Tk8ZLDEHRyI/AAAAAAAAAvI/mGQDWruCd7g/s400/ANTM-9-saleisha-picture-negative-side-effects-of-smoking-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756535710336802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saleisha Stowers &amp;amp; Heather Kuzmich : The Danger of Smoking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The beauty shots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-HGd0y24E/Tk8ZfVFUOVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pzAeaUWuCxc/s1600/fo-red-antm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cy-HGd0y24E/Tk8ZfVFUOVI/AAAAAAAAAvw/pzAeaUWuCxc/s400/fo-red-antm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756884144601426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fo : The passion and lust of RED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2Qvxe1OCGo/Tk8ZMGks9XI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3-nKXKwaw7c/s400/cw-antm12-teyona-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756553832199538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teyona Anderson : The Hope of Yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (Man, President Obama needs to hang this in his office)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Futuristic and Fanstasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gc8UTqVVVqg/Tk8ZMW7t3DI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vdFJdvEz3QI/s400/ErinANTM3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756558223694898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin Wagner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl, she looks like an alien here, but it works !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lCCnVKy0qXk/Tk8feB4dViI/AAAAAAAAAwg/T-Dm8ksCVS0/s400/antm_anya06_peter_buckingham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642763458880296482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anya Rozova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The one just blows your mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uRreVKCAEPo/Tk8hPMT_6CI/AAAAAAAAAwo/fpMvFwMWywQ/s400/217068_206531256044770_186768724687690_656502_6800434_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642765403005380642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittani Kline &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woooooo...Love her broken body and mysterious eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IUZfHo3Kp10/Tk8ZgIzavkI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Y4HPJWbpY24/s400/vogue_paris_august_2008a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756898028174914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vogue Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FUCK YEAH !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more thing that i like about magazines like Vogue is that, occasionally, charity campaign are organized to raise awareness regarding certain issues. And the posters deliver humanity through the emotions of the models and the posters are DAAANG chio in a way that they are supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOGUE for Social Welfare Society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdPM7aO8LTU/Tk8Y3IdDSeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/2cbJSOxyLJ8/s400/20101207_baby_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642756193559726562" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singles's Barefoot Campaign&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICA7DWEfjis/Tk8ZzUrjNxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GnWVeX_x_kc/s1600/yw7dX.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ICA7DWEfjis/Tk8ZzUrjNxI/AAAAAAAAAwY/GnWVeX_x_kc/s400/yw7dX.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642757227633915666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man !!! Love his intensity in the eyes. Can you feel the pain ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's fun to read photos because one got to feel the concept, emotions or messages that the photo tries to convey. It stimulates your inner feelings that you aren't aware of and somehow, it does give you some free dosages of inspiration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4560489753224863625?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4560489753224863625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-something-that-im-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4560489753224863625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4560489753224863625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-something-that-im-pretty.html' title='Photo Reading'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VecIpyAZ5DU/Tk8ZfkH7ouI/AAAAAAAAAv4/h5uiGNMBPG0/s72-c/kimminhee_0911211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2680321538875340950</id><published>2011-08-14T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:48:49.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>I'm A Typical Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Yesterday was the 14th day of the 7th month according to the lunar calender. In the other words, it's the Hungry Ghost Festival. Damn ! The 7th month of lunar calender is the month that i dislike the most. Damn pantang one aiteilyou !!! I mean, it's very uncomfortable one whenever i think of it. During the daytime, it was still fine but i dare not to go out after got home after my law midterm. My girls asked me to go dinner but i die die also didn't want to go. I had very unpleasant memory from last year's ghost festival. When i was about to sleep, i got the sudden "kia" feel and i looked for friends to chat with but damn, the line was "MEHHHH". The "kia" ness was still there so i dare not switch off the lights last night and i slept with lights on. And i heard people saying that this coming Monday is going to be the most "MANG" (means scariest) day of the 7th month. God!!! I have classes on Monday eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. My sleeping schedule was so fucked in the sense that it's just simply FUCKED ! For a week, i slept with lights on because i was mad tired and went into the dreamland while baring baring or doing revision on my bad. So my light worked for 24/7 for the last weeks until it died on that Wednesday evening. I was like "OMG", what happened to the light ? I thought it must be something to do with the cok. So i called Danish emergency line and they said they will come over shortly. But i won't &lt;i&gt;shiong dong&lt;/i&gt; (means get tricked) and went to pasar malam to buy tau fafa..lalala. The Danish House people called me twice when i was in the midst of pasar malam and i didn't pick up any of them. But they still came after a while later and got my lights fixed. Indeed, the cok was certified dead ! Call me technician Lee from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I really couldn't sleep well last night and when something is bugging me (in this case, it's the festival), then i will dream something unpleasant. I dreamt of me myself watching DJ Diplo and i said "Man, that's Diplo !!!" For your info, i'm crazy about DJ Diplo since last month i guess, and i'm almost stalking him everyday..MUAHAHAHAHA. Then my koko's friend was in my dream too and he also said "yeah, Diplo is so sick!". Then i don't know what's going on after that. But i do hope that those whom i'm so "gila" of will appear in my dream one by one starting tonight, so that i won't be too bugged by the festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I think i went really kisiao with the festival that i woke up so early in the morning around 6 or 7am after a nightmare. You know what, it was so damn real lor aiteilyou. I got my cellphone with me when the alarm was in action so i was awoken by it. But then i macam went back to sleep but i felt like i was awake. Then another dream came and it felt so real. Okay okay. Very confusing is it ? That's how i feel also. Anyways, it was a type of scaryplusconfusingdreamofmineduetothekianessinsideme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I have nothing more to say but i still open another point because according to the chinese myths, 4 is not a nice digit. Yea, i'm a typical chinese. Hoorrayyyy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2680321538875340950?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2680321538875340950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-typical-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2680321538875340950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2680321538875340950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-typical-chinese.html' title='I&apos;m A Typical Chinese'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-228475261029933047</id><published>2011-08-11T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:52:57.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My Sleeping Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fO0vrYbpys/TkMZvZliDGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TxPcZ4tXWM8/s1600/tumblr_lkmouxIcIW1qegidro1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fO0vrYbpys/TkMZvZliDGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TxPcZ4tXWM8/s400/tumblr_lkmouxIcIW1qegidro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639379460510846050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... A single pic explains thousands of words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-228475261029933047?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/228475261029933047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-sleeping-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/228475261029933047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/228475261029933047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-sleeping-schedule.html' title='My Sleeping Schedule'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fO0vrYbpys/TkMZvZliDGI/AAAAAAAAAuY/TxPcZ4tXWM8/s72-c/tumblr_lkmouxIcIW1qegidro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5864239825116852177</id><published>2011-08-07T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:09:20.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Morning in The Weeknd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qYtceMBZt7c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song that i wanna share with y'all. It hooked into my mind the very first time i bumped into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5864239825116852177?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5864239825116852177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/heres-song-that-i-wanna-share-with-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5864239825116852177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5864239825116852177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/heres-song-that-i-wanna-share-with-yall.html' title='The Morning in The Weeknd'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qYtceMBZt7c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3828912343635468173</id><published>2011-08-06T19:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:02:50.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>LAID = UGLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonjour !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As i was immersed by assignments and midterms lately, i've lost my password for nearly three weeks i guess and this explains why spiderwebs were everywhere in this poor little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The previous weeks were hectic enough, rushing for assignments, presentations, brushing up for midterms; 6 assignments, 2 presentations and 5 midterms. Well, nothing to whine much but just to suck it up and play as many A games as possible !!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, i've been keeping my fingers crossed a lot lately and because there are something which have not been confirmed or finalized yet, i couldn't brag about it right now but i promise that i will keep y'all informed or updated via this bloggie, as usual. And i've been having many bad or horror dreams recently and because my dreams always come true (i mean majority), i pray that nothing bad will happen to me or to my love ones. Fingers crossed and God Bless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes i will joke with my friends or with my mom that i will hit TOTO because i have soooo many things in my wish list ! Don't talk about Loubi (s), Chrome Hearts or Givenchy because these darlings are still a way too far from me, both geographically and financially. And below are the 2 top wish that i wanna bring 'em home sooo much since many months ago. So, let's roll !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7O7FGcKkxs/Tj04g9x4LgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iHclhxOxMOw/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637724447528463874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me likey the second one from left ! The first one from left looks like the UFO tart, the third one looks like Mickey Mouse and the last one, too big for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the Skeleton Watches from Ralph Lauren that i accidentally bumped into when i went shopping during my last sem break. (so sorry for the BQ= Bad Quality image due to my mere 2.0 M phone camera as i didn't have my camera with me at that time). I was (in fact, i AM) searching for skeleton watches everywhere and in any watches retailers after i saw my koko's. Too bad that i spent quite a lot of money in the Esprit watch (which was for my mom) earlier so i felt bad if i dig another hole in my purse with the Ralph Lauren one. It's not like i can't afford to bring this babe home. I could just use my card and it's mine, but i just feel BAD if i did that. I am not a spoil kid after all. =) And i'm thinking of bringing this babe home this time, provided both of us are fated to be together and HE is not brought home by another skeleton watch freak and the most importantly, i have extra extra $$$ !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cmDmDvZerR4/Tj04hC_PXbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0t0nZjzYUWA/s400/x_cacac085_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637724448926686642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here it comes to Thomas Sabo. I'd supposedly brought this honey home during last sem break but because of my carelessness, i missed it ! Dad was willing to buy me this Eiffel Tower charm because he said it has been a loooong time since he bought me things...but once again...i MISSED it...DAMN IT ! And my mom is coming to the west this September for koko's convocation and she said she will buy me a pressie from Pavillion (as a reward for previous sem's result) if i come over to KL. Luck is not by my side once again because i will be sitting for my finals when mommy comes over. So, DAMN IT !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disclaimer : Even if my parents claimed to buy those thangs for me, i will still pay on my own. Even if i adore these darlings, i will not get anyone to buy for me or just spend recklessly with the money that i have. I will not just get them home without any reasons. I will work hard to earn them one by one although it takes efforts and time. Every darling that i bring home does have its own story with me. Matter if it's to celebrate a big thing that i've achieved, or to make special days memorable, i will decide the rationale of bringing them home and value them as my Hubby. So, don't say i'm a spoilt princess and high in maintenance. Thank you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all these misses, i've added a few rings into my collection ! Sorry for not having piccas for this because my mera is not in action due to the lazy-butt effect ! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, that sums up for all the chillax thingy. It's time to share my thoughts with y'all. I noticed that people are getting more and more discontented with what they are enjoying or having right now. I see complains anytime, anywhere and anyday. Matter if it's about relationship, monetary, materials or etc... I'm not referring to whines, because i believe we human do whine and it's very common and natural as life is always full of hardships and challenges. But  BEING DISCONTENTED is another level higher, i mean much higher and more serious one. It means, one has already owned something good, nice or in fact, awesome but still not happy with it. Dears, the world is so big and there are many people out there with worse living conditions and situations than what we are enjoying now. Be thankful, grateful and appreciate and good KARMA will hit on y'all !!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss home right now, but in fact, it's a 24/7 syndrome so i'm always reviewing the piccas that i took in my hometown whenever homesick hits on me. I miss the time when i followed mommy everywhere almost everyday, i miss the time when i ate jagungs so effortlessly, i miss the times when i chat with dad, i miss the times when i played with my siblings. This time, that time... alright, 2 more months to go ! So, Stay Strong !!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm a Strong Baby !!! ^^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, take care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3828912343635468173?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3828912343635468173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/laid-ugly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3828912343635468173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3828912343635468173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/08/laid-ugly.html' title='LAID = UGLY'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7O7FGcKkxs/Tj04g9x4LgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iHclhxOxMOw/s72-c/DSC01370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2194691877124449490</id><published>2011-07-18T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:41:19.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life Is Like a Roller Coaster Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aloha peeps...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dragged the sick and old body of mine to auditing presentation this morning. Didn't dare to expect to nail the presentation, but at least, i do hope that it was not screwed, at least. After the auditing class, i went to the FGO to get my documents certified but things didn't go smoothly. Screw that officer who is so kiasi one. Anyways, thanks to the advice from Yilin and my ex-advisor, managed to find a solution to counter the kiasi officer's act. When a door is closed, there's always a window for a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally got my documents readied and headed to the post office to get them posted ASAP. In between, there were a few episodes of stories happened and what was really in my mind was to hope that i won't collapse before the thang is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my way back to fetch Yilin to Utar, i missed Mommy so badly. I finally understand the toughness that my mommy is enduring all the time. Racing with time under the freaking hot weather, running here and there to get things done and has no time to eat and no time to rest even if the body is not listening to you... Now i know all these shytssss... I'm not saying this to gain any sympathy from anyone. This is just merely that, i finally understood the things that mommy is enduring all the time to make her each and every of her children a successful ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felt relieved to settle everything and went back to Utar for the next class (IT lecture). The shoulder at least weigh a bit lesser. And who knows, another thing happened. The IT lecturer of mine passed away yesterday in a car accident. Although the IT gang of friend of mine and i were still joking, i felt the sorrow in each and everyone of them. We were like "hey, we still owe her tutorial; I still owe her a case study; I felt so bad for not doing her tutorial..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, life is just like a roller coaster ride, full of ups and downs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you agree ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ps : i'm fine right now and it's i'm a bit sick (gastric and feverish), but i'm still ok physically and mentally. no worries ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2194691877124449490?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2194691877124449490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-like-roller-coaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2194691877124449490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2194691877124449490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-like-roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Life Is Like a Roller Coaster Ride'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2051118373977126841</id><published>2011-06-28T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:06:29.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Moi En Juin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was like i've lost my bloggie's password, coz there's not much update recently except for the random wish and father's day one. Well, this explains my life recently ----&amp;gt; BORING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not like i'm dang free here. Lotsa assignments and works are piling up for me to settle and i would say that year 2 is no fun at all ! Not to whine, but just to share with those who are preparing to enroll in Uni or College soon. Year 2 is not a game, so please do your best in year 1 while it's still bearable, ok ? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No special outings, no special activities, no special entities around like how i used to run around my hometown due to so many vivid things around. So that's why the life is boring in Kampar and my baby mera is not in action recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit that, the mind is not fully in peace recently. It runs in real-fast pace recently and sometimes, i have to suppress those feelings. Believe it or not, sometimes it moves a way really too fast that i even considered on any pills or wat-so-fucking- ever to calm it down. It's pretty scary i know. But i'm pretty sure that those ain't the best to solve the matter. And i can't avoid it. After all, it's the machine which control the human, not the other way round. After all, these are like a cycle, which repeats itself. It just depend on how the human deals with this lethal game (too brutal, am i ?). Another thing to highlight, this is not solely because of academic matters. A 20-year-old lady has to land her hands on many things, ok ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, i'm not being an emo freak right here. I'm just try to let go of something from my chest. Please don't take it seriously. And if any of y'all out there has the same condition here, don't worry. It's not any disorder so please don't suspect that you'll be sent to TR. This is just for sharing. I'm sure that everyone has their own problems. It just differs by how each of us deals and overcomes the obstacles in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, i'll keep my password lost until i have something to blurt out.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care and loves.... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2051118373977126841?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2051118373977126841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/moi-en-juin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2051118373977126841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2051118373977126841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/moi-en-juin.html' title='Moi En Juin'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8470459522111602612</id><published>2011-06-25T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:06:42.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How I Wish...</title><content type='html'>How i wish to have a bunch of kiddos surrounding me to let me pinch and squeeze their juicy cheeks...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to own a G6 and fly back to the nature city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to treat papa a dinner with the best food in the city because the old man is still unhappy for not getting the Father's Day celebrated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to have a potion that can calm the fast-running machine of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to have 4 Terabytes of memory power to dump all rubbish into it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to be a spiderman instead of a superman to get all the things done quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to see the smiley faces of the ones i love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish to see the outside and whole wide world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everything is just what i wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genie, where are you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8470459522111602612?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8470459522111602612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8470459522111602612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8470459522111602612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-i-wish.html' title='How I Wish...'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2594937906827859331</id><published>2011-06-19T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:07:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Baba's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the third Sunday of June, so, Happy Father's Day to all the Supermen Fathers in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baba, Ah Ba, Ba, Lou Dao... These are how i used to call my dad and he'll be very happy when i call him with either one of these. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My baba has been by my side for 20 years. Throughout these 20 years, it's not like our relationship has been all very good. There were times that we fought, we didn't talk with each other, and there were also times where we made fun of each others and talked a lot with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i was young, i always got punished by my baba for being naughty, noisy, fighting with my koko and not behaving well in school. When i reached my teens, baba's role shifted to become sort of like "the man behind me". He accompanied me for almost everynight when i was busy with my studies at night. Although i've always joked that he's only making his life tough as he did not need to do so, i deeply understand his intention of doing so. He didn't want me to feel lonely while i was fighting with the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, i'm leaving away from home, yet he is still worried about me. Always checking out if i eat well and sleep well or not. Generally, it's quite easy to become a dad. A dad just have to be a breadwinner of the family. But it's not easy to become Lee Yit Mun's dad. Coz this daughter is a weird one and she's fox-like. I sometimes threw him tantrums, but baba still tolerates with me. When my machine is running too fast and it's uncontrollable, i'm getting weird again and baba will be the master to fix that machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baba, thank you for always being so supportive and have trust in me. Thank you for working so hard to pamper me with the best stuffs and support my studies. Thank you for always giving me advices and listening to my craps and shyts that i face. Thank you and sorry for abusing your credit card for transportation purpose. Sorry for not being able to celebrate this big day with you for three years consecutively. Wait until i make big big big money, i'll fly with a G6 and celebrate this day with you ! Hahaha... And so sorry for always making you worried about me. I know all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baba, do stay healthy and happy. You know, i'm the saddest when i see you unhappy. So, please be happy and healthy and attend my convo 2 years later. Imma make you the proudest Papa amongst the papas out there !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, Happy Father's Day. Muacckssss... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeVjuArtoLs/Tf1rSC_C6mI/AAAAAAAAAtw/25Shgewl0JM/s400/DSC00897.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619765867811367522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The forever baba's precious baby daughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your little-hand daughter (yitmun)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2594937906827859331?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2594937906827859331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-babas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2594937906827859331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2594937906827859331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-babas-day.html' title='Happy Baba&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JeVjuArtoLs/Tf1rSC_C6mI/AAAAAAAAAtw/25Shgewl0JM/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8889484415921774166</id><published>2011-06-04T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:07:30.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Are You An Artist ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 28px; line-height: 32px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:21.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;“Being an artist separates you from things in general. One’s mind is working at a faster, more sensitive, more rapid, eye-batting level than most people’s. Most people, let’s say, have ten perceptions per minute, whereas an artist has about sixty or seventy perceptions per minute. I think that’s honestly the reason why so many writers drink or take pills or whatever: to calm themselves down, to quiet this continuous, rapid-running machine. I know that’s why Tennessee Williams did. He had to take sedatives and drinks like that because he had one of the most rapid-running, perceptive minds. He didn’t sleep very well.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Are you an artist ?  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&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/8861066167924878672-8889484415921774166?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8889484415921774166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8889484415921774166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8889484415921774166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-artist.html' title='Are You An Artist ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-6477290025929051048</id><published>2011-05-29T12:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:07:41.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mama's Day</title><content type='html'>This 100th post is dedicated to the 100% Superwoman of my life; my Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi3Dv0IfZEw/TeHZ-fMQbqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-TS1aWuEv8U/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612006278228373154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa and Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2h0PftoXqYk/TeHbPS4Q2lI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cunQEurkGVE/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007666492693074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy at the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sorry for having this post delayed for almost a month. I wanted to hand the pressie personally to my mom after i returned to Sandakan and snap piccas of it, so that explain the delayance of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends always refer me as Superman, because they said i'm a very tough and capable person. But to me, the real Super one is my Mama. My Mama gave birth to the four of us; my koko, me, sis and lil bro. Mama's job is not only to take care of us, she has her own work and also needs to help out my dad in the workshop. From cooking to driving us to school,  everything that she touched and took care of would turn into gold, so that's why my Mama is more superior than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBlRbTP6Soc/TeHYHiSFWMI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5FUewjc0wlY/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612004234653685954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cooking us scrumptious meals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpb4NVDzk7E/TeHYHWSxZuI/AAAAAAAAAsE/R7o6z4rDVeg/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612004231435347682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soup that keeps me alive for 20 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk-t7f0FY4c/TeHZ9r6cINI/AAAAAAAAAsc/i57s6r01GjU/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612006264463433938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buying me breakfast that i love =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh5y8sR1l4E/TeHVjLkvBuI/AAAAAAAAArE/S1k25YUM1uE/s400/dfsf.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612001411059353314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy working while fb-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUsRaEcfQMQ/TeHbelABFuI/AAAAAAAAAtk/2tqaJ-VmRjw/s400/mm1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007929055090402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy being a typical "师奶", going to pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP2wTl9ihU8/TeHVj5usn5I/AAAAAAAAArc/r7xmIYfs41E/s400/DSC01356.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612001423449169810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving the children to school even if rain is pouring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mama, thank you for giving birth to me despite of so much difficulties that i had caused you before labor. You had to go through anesthesia and so many pains to bring me to this world, cause i was an overdue baby for 10 days. I've caused you so much worries and pains since i'm in your womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zACivhQ1-o/TeHVjlyjTWI/AAAAAAAAArU/zo7C1iXRo7o/s400/DSC00934.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612001418096627042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama's pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3KO21dBbYw/TeHZ9fUVcJI/AAAAAAAAAsU/1IvG9rilf6o/s400/DSC00879.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612006261082386578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZWQh53Cymc/TeHbPjoeNII/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZPOajPVdpqc/s400/IMG_0626.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007670989862018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWVe6Y8GdvQ/TeHbQCLMf3I/AAAAAAAAAtM/TqAC0bWzPLI/s400/IMG_0631.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007679188565874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-grG3FFapgeI/TeHbQZ-ACqI/AAAAAAAAAtU/LIVWAmyQmyE/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007685575674530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You finally brought me to this world and the stories have just begun. More and more troubles were brought to you; i told lies, i didn't do homework, i didn't want to go to school, i induced complains from teachers, i was naughty, i fought with koko, disturbed you in the kitchen, etc (believe it or not, i was a huge troublemaker back then, but i'm still the same now)... Still bringing you worries when i was in secondary school, because i always got sick during that time. Some more, the thoughtless me also used to fight with mama as both of us have strong personalities. So when two hard rocks hit each other, sure it's a no-joke matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, i'm leaving apart from you since 18. Living alone makes me realise how difficult it is to take care of myself. I'm a papa and mama's girl, and i'm being loved that much since young. So when i really have to stand on firmly all by myself, it took me some times to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVZS4NHsfx8/TeHVkOAFU0I/AAAAAAAAArk/uvQW6BLoUwo/s400/DSC01368.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612001428890800962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our memorable cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mommy, thank you for educating me so well, from PTS, UPSR, PMR, SPM, and Foundation, they were perfect all-kill. Thank you for your advice when my mind is all jammed and saturated. Thank you for consoling me when the world doubts on me. And thank you for bearing all the difficulties and rough times when raising me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXT9xHIcS8g/TeHYGsP1-bI/AAAAAAAAAr0/0nn8h0TwA1A/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612004220148775346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you have suffered a lot and people used to doubt you a lot too. But it's okay, because time tells everything. We have gone through obstacles together and shut their mouths so tightly now. You used to be my shield since i was born, protecting me from negatives and injuries. I'm 20 and grown up now. From now on, i will work even harder to give you the best that i could and be a "mother-friend-daughter (a term referring to being a daughter whom other mamas would wish to have). What other mamas have, you will have them, and what other mamas don't have, you will own it too!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uOl2sYJnZZE/TeHYG-qSDEI/AAAAAAAAAr8/YvGmzBmlncY/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612004225091505218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 Christmas Pressie to Mama (the chicken-skin paper allowed me to draw and color ^^ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWSCzrqkwjg/TeHZ930BpuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5uOvfe_IUY4/s400/IMG_0590.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612006267657758434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08JjIQC0vdo/TeHZ-AqgZ8I/AAAAAAAAAss/A1Q3ZSz9xLU/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612006270033749954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 Mama's Day pressie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qww0BiyIuNc/TeHbQoR-LpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/7EYBl-m2omg/s400/m%2526m.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612007689417535122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mommy, i wish you to be a "feypohhh" because you are a way too skinny !!! Eat more ah ~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mama, Happy Belated Mommy's Day !!! I Love You to the max !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-6477290025929051048?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/6477290025929051048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-belated-mamas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6477290025929051048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6477290025929051048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-belated-mamas-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mama&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi3Dv0IfZEw/TeHZ-fMQbqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/-TS1aWuEv8U/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4171386787672033668</id><published>2011-05-29T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:08:00.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trust Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A drama happened since yesterday, which was related to the title of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I attended a talk almost a year ago, which was about investment. The speaker highlighted that "trust" can be invested. Well, this is so true. What would really attracts people to invest ? In business terms, if something has future economic benefits, or has a stable position, then it is reasonable to be considered for investment. What about human ? .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad that the person whom i invested trust in gave me a huge return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you ready to invest ? What and who should you invest in ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Investing !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4171386787672033668?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4171386787672033668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust-investment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4171386787672033668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4171386787672033668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/trust-investment.html' title='Trust Investment'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-9089623097172174459</id><published>2011-05-29T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:08:31.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Sembreak Has Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know everyone's feeling right now. Very upset and emo is it ? T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, i'm not feeling either upset or emo. I just feel that the break was really  short, a very insufficient one. Aiteilyiu, i woke up at 6am almost every morning to go out with mama to settle many stuffs before i come back to the hell. And this morning, i finally had my longest sleeping time among these recent days; from 11pm to 11.30 am. Ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when i'm back to Kampar, i'm still going out ! Mama said that i'm like was born in the street, coz i always "lan gai" (means always going out, not staying at home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haihyo !!! Not even a fortnight of holidays, a new semester is awaiting already. WTF with this ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okok, i don't know what i'm writing now. This is a rubbish post. Say together...R-U-B-B-ISH !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-9089623097172174459?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/9089623097172174459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/sembreak-has-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9089623097172174459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/9089623097172174459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/sembreak-has-ended.html' title='Sembreak Has Ended'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-807613782697100340</id><published>2011-05-26T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:08:47.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at six this morning and had dim sum breakfast with my family. Headed to the town later to get my mom's new watch fitted. Settled my debt that i owed to my mom later in both PBB and Maybank. And the following was what my mom said in Maybank :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My saving account is still a junior account, under my mom's name. And the Malay lady staff asked why mine is still a junior one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staff : Kenapa accountnya masih under namamu ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom : Sebab dia (referring to me, Yitmun) ada sikit terencat akal punya. Aku takut dia akan lupa signature-nya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staff : Adui, seriuskah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom : Akan terencat 2 kali sebulan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staff : Adui, sayangnya. Nampak cantik dan normal punya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom : sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At noon, some of my friends texted me that i entered the President list, and i thought it was a joke. I thought they saw the previous sem's list and i just can ask for clarification, coz i was not at home during the day. And when the result finally got released, then i only believed it when i see it by myself. *phew* What a tough semester i had. Believe it or not, this sem was not an ordinary one. Thank God that i got an unexpected result. A really unexpected one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Using this opportunity, let me express my gratitude and appreciation to my friends who helped me a lot throughout the rough times. Always sending and giving me words of encouragement, really thanks a lot. And also, assignment group members, thank you for the hardwork. Daddy mommy, thank you for listening to my whining. THANK Y'ALL !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I started to pack since last night and everything was fine until this morning. Coz i didn't have really lotsa thing to be brought back. But when my mom saw my so-called empty bag, she bought me this and that this morning and now, my baggage is a disaster !!! Long live my mommy !!! Muackssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sleepy and... i'm going back to Kampar tomorrow. Imma sit still in the living room, enjoy my time with my parents and....and..and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then, take care. All the best to my friends... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-807613782697100340?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/807613782697100340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/807613782697100340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/807613782697100340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1937253591694136765</id><published>2011-05-25T20:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:09:23.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm 20, not 23</title><content type='html'>I'm 20 this year, i'm not 23 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Ok la. I went back to my high school today and met Mr. Patrick, my ex-teacher and tutor. He asked me if i'm 22 or 23 this year. Then i said "I'm 20" while laughing, and this got overheard by Cvk !!! OMG !!! And i'm going to say "Sorry" to Xoxo, Cvk and Fung for waiting me for about 40minutes. *&lt;i&gt;sorry&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Followed my dad to mile 7, then to Bandar Ramai-Ramai to get my shoulder treated. Waited for forty minutes there as there were a few patients there. When it's about my turn, there was a handsome coming, a real handsome one, no kidding. So imma let him got treated first before me, because he is good looking. HAHAHA !!!! And he used 20 minutes to get treated. So altogether, i had waited for an hour. No la !!! It's true that there was a good-looking guy waiting for his turn after mine, but it was because i was waiting for my dad to arrive and i know the doctor well la. I frequent there a lot when i'm back in Sandakan, so that's why i can negotiate with the tauke niau to let me wait for my dad coz my dad wanted to get treatment also. Some more, it's the right thing also because that handsome is the "real patient", i'm just those "&lt;i&gt;siao patient&lt;/i&gt;" who can wander around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;How ? I'm getting fat again. Tau Fu Fah everyday, plus mommy's cooking, soup, outside food, etc. Eat till i drop !!! *&lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;* My ex-teacher also said that i'm gaining weight when she saw me this morning. *&lt;i&gt;double sigh&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Enough here. I'm going to pack and eat my yellow fungus dessert !!! *&lt;i&gt;evil smile&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZICBLLLIQ/Td0D7fbhdYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/slPalKSh7M8/s1600/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610645031357609346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZICBLLLIQ/Td0D7fbhdYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/slPalKSh7M8/s400/DSC01382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Suddenly corn popped out and i really can't resist the temptation. Chomping chomping chomping... ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Stay tuned and good bam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1937253591694136765?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1937253591694136765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-20-not-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1937253591694136765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1937253591694136765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-20-not-23.html' title='I&apos;m 20, not 23'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jpZICBLLLIQ/Td0D7fbhdYI/AAAAAAAAAq8/slPalKSh7M8/s72-c/DSC01382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7865878321378211655</id><published>2011-05-23T20:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:09:23.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Boredom Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing very interesting regarding this post. Just to kill my boredom while waiting for my family members to come home. Sis went for tuition, mama went for "qi gong" class, papa went for dinner (dunno who's son birthday so got so-called birthday vege dinner lorr), lil bro watching Dato Lee Chong Wei having a match instead of playing with Amoi Lee Yit Mun. So imma sitting in front of the PC, listening to songs and blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was kinda a bored one. Not as busy as any other days where i gotta wake up early in the morning at 6am, breakfast with parents, then go here and there to settle some stuffs. Bored, felt like hanging out, but the body is not listening well. No intention for movies, too full for ice cream, drinks or eating out. I guess a busy life is still better than a boring one. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy going out, meeting with people of different levels. The young one, the fresh one, the working ones, the experienced ones, the boss-level ones, the cunning ones, the cold one, etc. Talking with them, learning from them, picking up tips of life and keeping them in my pockets, they were fun.  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But i'm pretty sure, from tomorrow onwards, everyday will be a busy day. Cause there are still many stuffs for me to settle before i leave for Kampar. Seeing how i get things settled, interact with outsiders, carrying myself and keeping my virtue in daily lives, they just make me love myself even more. I'm working towards my 10th resolution for this year; to love myself more !!! Not bad ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah. The exam result is coming out soon. Imma pray hard for me and ma friends, wishing them getting fabulous results, hoping that the result-release day is not dooms day too. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm counting my days in Sandakan. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7865878321378211655?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7865878321378211655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/boredom-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7865878321378211655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7865878321378211655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/boredom-killer.html' title='Boredom Killer'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2639926738712744786</id><published>2011-05-20T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:09:23.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Say Boo to Money-Minded People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post is for me to express my opinion towards a nearly insane person, whom i had a fight with a couple hours ago. Feel free to click the "x" button on the up-right corner of the window if you don't feel like reading this. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright alright. This is not something that i heard from others or disclose after a while. It was a face-to-face event. I'm not going to reveal the identity of this mad person, so imma using "his", "him" or "he" throughout this post to make my life easier la ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually not angry now. But somehow i feel very entertaining and funny with what the mad person said to me. Imma going to make an inference before letting y'all to know what he said to me; he is a&lt;i&gt; money-minded- with- some- dementia-pluis- jealousy- disease alien&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These were what the alien said to me and how i answered, or fcuk him for each of them. The england here might not be superb or make sense, coz i'm going to use direct translation or paraphrase in the sentences to maintain the essence of the original, epic nonsense of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mad man : You don't think you studied more academically will mean everything ah !!!! Knowing how to make money is the most important thing in this world !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Hey. I never value myself based on my academic performance !!! You are stupid if you think so. !!!! And don't talk about money in front of me. Only losers will use money as a catalyst to win in a fight !!!! (*what a cheapo !!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad man : You don't think you study in Kampar means that you are very geng ah (means very proud or can think highly on myself) !!! Your result does not mean everything !!! (*i think he is a bit uninformative and just wanna bluff whatever that was running through his mind. coz me, Yitmun has never ever said "i love Kampar" before and now he said i'm being proud for studying in Kampar, muahahaha)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : U deaf is it? When did i brag about my result huh ? And i said don't keep on mentioning about result thingy !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mad man : I didn't said anything bout your result ah. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : You got disease is it ? You just said it and now u said i never said about it ? (obviously, this is showing signs of some sort of mental disorder on him) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;You don't think you got good result is everything ah !!! Got scholarship means very lan c hor ? Don't know why they will give you the scholarship !!! Even if i got money, i won't give the money to you. I'll rather give the money to this and that person instead of you !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Is my scholarship bothering you ? By the way, did i ever said i need your money ? Do i really need the money from you to continue my studies ? Even my DAD said he wanna pay for my tuition fees, i also rejected him and now you said i need your money to continue my studies ? What are you talking about ? (see, talking nonsense again. i'm not reach until i can go for Jogoya every meal but i swear i do not need a single penny from this mad man to survive !!! I still can eat well and sleep well and invest leh!!! mind your own business la, Prawny brain !!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mad man : You got your own lappie but don't bring home. Leave at Kampar there for what ? Bring baggage back and buy some many useless things back to Kampar but don't bother to bring lappie back !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Hey dumbass, it's my choice whether to bring or not bringing back my lappie. Why the fuck are you dragging my lappie into the fight ? And even if i buy useless things, it's not even your money though !!! Bring back your senses la !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mad man : What else do you know besides studying ? Have you worked before ? You this kind of lazy ass, who will employ you ? No working experience...bla bla bla...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Excuse me. You are lucky because you are in Selangor, a place wif tonnes of part time jobs. Hello, i'm in Kampar. Tonnes of part time jobs available huh ? You work your ass off because you are materialistic. You need money to buy this and that, that's why you need dirty cash. But i'm not the same with you !!! I do not need to work my ass out just to satisfy my temporary desire. I know CL, JG, LV, but it doesn't mean that i must bring them home !!! Imma HANG MYSELF ALIVE if i got broke because of these !!!  Understand you fucking loser who buys until broke ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Mad man : You dare to talk so rude to me, try talk like this manner in the outside world la Guarantee you'll die !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me : Cheh !!! If i don't know how to carry myself in the outside world, use your fucking useless brain to think if the current ME will be present or not la!!! If i don't know how to carry myself, i awal-awal already enter gg.com la~~~ One more thing, if i want to "diao" a person, i do not need to get permission from you though. (coz i know my level of patience. if i were to diao a person, it means i got fired up TOTALLY !!!) Just like how i diao you now !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously, from the evidence above, i can conclude that this mad person came to challenge me in an unprepared state. Crap like mad like CAO AH LIAN !!! Kept on wandering about money and studies issue to challenge and win me over the fight. Only losers will bring irrelevant (studies) and cheapo (money) things into a fight to win the opponent.  o0o !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. I did not mean to ignite the flame of the fight. I am a peace lover. I don't like to fight okay. Don't get things twisted and get me wrong. That dumbass was the one who started it la due to jealousy, perhaps. If you don't believe, nevermind. Coz God knows the truth and who is the innocent party here. I know i know, i'm a bad girl, but i am nice. I am a simple girl, but i'm not an easy girl. Anyone who does me wrong in an extreme manner, no worries, i will not diao him/ her...I will dig that person a grave and buried him &lt;b&gt;ALIVE&lt;/b&gt; !!! So simple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who read this post until the end, thank you for sparing your precious time on this post of mine. But imma give you a piece of advice,&lt;b&gt; DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; use money as your word-weapon when you are in a fight. Money is just a word that disgrace and devalue any of you all if you were to use it to win. I'm not denying the importance of money or hating money, but what i wanna tell y'all is to &lt;b&gt;WIN WITH DIGNITY&lt;/b&gt; !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2639926738712744786?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2639926738712744786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-boo-to-money-minded-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2639926738712744786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2639926738712744786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-boo-to-money-minded-people.html' title='Say Boo to Money-Minded People'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5385331965166820175</id><published>2011-05-18T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:09:39.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Wesak Day</title><content type='html'>It was Wesak Day yesterday and being a member of a Buddhist family, it's a "for-sure" for me to go out for prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first destination was somewhere at mile 7 (it's a i-don't-know place for me). Bathed the baby Buddha statue and ate vege there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PcilwGWOb0/TdNlfx0sEhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lropwp-J14s/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607937557631078930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGLOWvquUVI/TdNlgABg5eI/AAAAAAAAAqM/jOBPYImcHeQ/s400/IMG_0587.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607937561442969058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The candle that i lit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next destination was also a i-dont-know place, somewhere around the airport. But what i liked about that place is that the committee put in a lot of effort in making the event a success. Creative ideas and efforts were seen everywhere. The place looks very grand as well. Because the place is still under construction, signs of on-going construction are still obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E3XTb6I3ylQ/TdNgCaWzTdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bvmPISihIaw/s400/IMG_0611%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607931555557363154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LAg9EyoW1I/TdNqH661eRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/7JgaFSzz_hk/s400/tt.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607942645314058514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0VQxgrJte8/TdNceKYDyEI/AAAAAAAAAoU/u5KVsAsiOIk/s400/IMG_0606%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607927634257496130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm_2qLUxswM/TdNcd7tzhfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/cTNevBEbbdk/s400/IMG_0605%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607927630322173426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Go2tlEqedGE/TdNgCmn86uI/AAAAAAAAApE/0Ria633sBEg/s400/IMG_0622%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607931558850521826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floating flowers. Me likey this the most... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6TVmbrt08Q/TdNYQ8mnAmI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y91wMkVyZGI/s400/IMG_0604%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607923009175618146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nlx3mJ0IQMc/TdNgDs-2t6I/AAAAAAAAApU/XrPqst9bAe8/s400/IMG_0625%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607931577737066402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFLveuW_Uk/TdNgDOQkrnI/AAAAAAAAApM/L_i4kE9O2GI/s400/IMG_0624%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607931569489882738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6C8KS_HdAeg/TdNcfAYHXbI/AAAAAAAAAok/WHUHP4wIRss/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607927648753245618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGU6bZufWRk/TdNceqeWn0I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Pe89mMNr0g8/s400/IMG_0607%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607927642873831234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrYCJoA1IcU/TdNcfVIUwSI/AAAAAAAAAos/w-pWBF9Favo/s400/IMG_0609%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607927654324158754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Under construction...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a nap in the afternoon, and suddenly "PUTUS ELEKTRIK", which is still a common sign in Sandakan. At night, mommy fed us with bird nest dessert. I requested for an extra big bowl of it, but FAILED !!! =(    But i still got the largest portion amongst other. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fq8LTQa8q-k/TdNqHh4SpYI/AAAAAAAAAqU/NRr76393duc/s400/IMG_0631%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607942638592501122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big-ass bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fy7X-HS4yGA/TdNjoM6hM0I/AAAAAAAAAp8/8dZYAjEt07Y/s400/mo.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607935503318987586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imma protect mama's beauty by giving her a &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;fake&lt;/i&gt;  t-shirt (mama was laughing coz i was crapping with her). AHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-D_ylcsJHM/TdNjnKhdt0I/AAAAAAAAApk/_tHT3s8UlhY/s400/IMG_0633%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607935485497161538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine, koko's, koko's gf, and sis's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-GkAO7KJiQ/TdNjnX6KJMI/AAAAAAAAAps/0K11EGceMlM/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607935489090397378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dzvQ1fQ7RQ/TdNjn1OrTYI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dJi2Gzz7W8I/s400/IMG_0638%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607935496961084802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kit Kit having his...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DDgS_gs1ngo/TdNqIKyCZGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/62BOlpD96pE/s400/m2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607942649572123746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be fair to my mom, imma upload a fugly pic of mine...the uncombed, unblown, unironed and burnt hair (coz no electricity) + showing off ma going-to-fall off manicure + fat hand (i'm a &lt;i&gt;feyypohhh&lt;/i&gt;)..*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how my day was spent. There were still other dramas taking part in between, but not being filmed. Anyways, still enjoying my remaining days in Sandakan. I will make sure to make everyday an epic one !!! Bbyong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5385331965166820175?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5385331965166820175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/wesak-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5385331965166820175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5385331965166820175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/wesak-day.html' title='Wesak Day'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PcilwGWOb0/TdNlfx0sEhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/lropwp-J14s/s72-c/IMG_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-995575782266648548</id><published>2011-05-15T22:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:31:56.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>LAO NIANG Issa Bizzy Gurl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;14 May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13 May was the last day of my final exam and i ended up without much sleeping time before i started to prepare to leave for Sandakan. Left hostel at 4.15am, boarded the train, bus, and finally reached KLIA at 9 ++ am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sent my friend and there started my shopping desire. I know that there's a Thomas Sabo outlet in KLIA and i really wanted to buy something there. Was very excited back then because i obtained my dad's consent to buy a bracelet and a charm. Daddy even said will sponsor me the charm. The saying of "the bigger the hope, the bigger the disappointment" is so true. Holy crap !!! I then realised that the Thomas Sabo  outlet is at the satellite building of KLIA, so i can't go over there because i was only flying domestically. *sigh* Hence, Thomas Sabo -----&amp;gt; FAILED !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost cried there due to disappointment. Ok la~~~ Then i went to hunt for Peppermint Chocolate for my sis. It's a mad thing again, there was none of peppermint choco. Hence, peppermint choco ------&amp;gt; FAILED !!! Fine. Then i went to the Perfumes &amp;amp; Cosmetics counter to hunt for Estee Lauder perfume for my mom. They have YSL, Dior, Juicy Couture, Gucci, Lancome, Giorgio Armani and you-name them la. But they have no Estee Lauder despite carrying so many brands there. Estee Lauder -----&amp;gt; FAILED !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fjRir4-pIo/Tc_34TibwkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/csWhVaIJuXs/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606972607788991042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLL1r2oaJNQ/Tc_-YH-aQII/AAAAAAAAAmM/55_jJmXXbZg/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606979751510687874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They gave me all these kind of papers... duhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a very sial day that pissed LAO NIANG off. Snapped some retarded piccas to kill my boredom. Then went to chill myself at KFC, at least they had what lao niang wanted. If not, i will burn it alive !!!! AHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCeXfKE6X8Q/Tc_8bEw2inI/AAAAAAAAAl8/V4GadTt9UFw/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606977603164867186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me : Shuddap la !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fls7wjNzIgA/Tc_1dbW9RKI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tXaS4W6j6ls/s400/IMG_0603.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606969947008615586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYPe4R4u5_k/Tc_2SvwP-UI/AAAAAAAAAlM/x4OugSmbTcI/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606970863016474946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnTPg6Nc-kg/Tc_348YWtvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kPYeNJTDFgs/s400/IMG_0609.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606972618752571122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0efhHPz2QhQ/Tc_54grbboI/AAAAAAAAAls/8X1Klv7Igz0/s400/IMG_0611.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606974810339634818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                           Go rob it if any of y'all feel like doing so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1R93S-ZUug/Tc_54RCXeJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UIx-RqqJnjE/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606974806140876946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-TJOTCLcBY/Tc_8ayZ-76I/AAAAAAAAAl0/daIa4VHrhdw/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606977598237110178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uajkN6Qd_M/Tc__m7f26LI/AAAAAAAAAmc/G2U7w16kEV8/s400/epic.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606981105370982578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The information tips about Sabah from the info kiosk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Us_ry4kZM/Tc_-X64amvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/303sU7llDVc/s400/IMG_0627.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606979747995884274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes i got mistaken as a smoker because of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skipped other dramas here and finally reached Sandakan at 6.15pm. Went home, dinner, washed up and watched tv. Then, sleep lorrr... (but something happened when i was preparing to sleep, something regarding to my privacy) ==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up with teary eyes. Coz me really can't tolerate with the fact that i lost my privacy. Don't say that i'm bossy or what. I'm 20 already, and i need privacy. Aiteilyiu...I need my room for changing, doing night time homework, financial work, keeping my brain rolling, texting, chatting with someone in the sense of not wanting anybody else to interrupt or overheard the conversation, and etc. Girls, you should understand about these and guys, imma advice y'all to respect the ladies' privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had my breakfast at Chui Wah after sending my lil bro for badminton training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2s0PpYLQXAo/TdCWdWGcx9I/AAAAAAAAAns/b0uXwBjr8MI/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607146966969272274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to a jetty for a Release event (release means giving life to living things like animals and preventing them from being killed in Buddhist context). There were birds, turtles, shells that i don't know the name (see hamp perhaps), crabs and fishes for us to release. I only managed to release a few shells instead of a bag of shells just like what my mom and sis had. But when my dad handed me a turtle, i had a shock of my life. OMG, it was scary man !!! So i repelled and went to take piccas...HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsT0nQbLeik/TdCa3GM4LkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dbe0Nt2EMCo/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151807424376386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HGXOjvdribw/TdCa2yF0ZyI/AAAAAAAAAn0/HlItWRVgmT4/s400/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151802026059554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udwmdhAipMM/TdCVELIiFwI/AAAAAAAAAmk/eyFVyC8oyxw/s400/DSC01299.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145435016861442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sis and mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xMxv-wn5yo/TdCVEEA6XYI/AAAAAAAAAms/4G5dCM-QB1Y/s400/DSC01307.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145433105849730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lou hey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoHv2ZBpHMc/TdCWctFZ6YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fatFcslWGjA/s400/h.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607146955959036290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heels were camera- shy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y27wG92KtIQ/Tc_0sOaeiyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/7BgIyUctLQE/s400/fdgfdgdgdf.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606969101720128290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我是一只大大大大大鸟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to get my disallocated vertebrae treated and i'm in so much pain right now. Had lunch at Yum Yum Restaurant and went home to process the piccas that i took...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ePSuSxfE01A/TdCWc-6NDPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/9jKSnhHECsA/s400/hjkgh.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607146960743894258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdO4yNUFj5Q/TdCWclV8BrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mPEVffTb7XE/s400/hgjg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607146953880897202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdExfnDRQ80/TdCVEpgDVZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/kKwDBWGFH2A/s400/gffh.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145443168572818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMXfOATKXPI/TdCVEWZ37SI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Gya6S9DT8Xg/s400/dssf.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607145438042385698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next stop was Nam Chai Bak Kut Teh for dinner. No piccas taken because i've posted them before in my previous post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Washed up, dried and ironed that hair, and i'm blogging while Facebooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chiao lorrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Global Warning !!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCSjdcCphFk/TdCWcX8Y8FI/AAAAAAAAAnM/F2ddPAIVbrE/s400/gfhfggjkhkjlk.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607146950284079186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm Not A Bimbo !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-995575782266648548?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/995575782266648548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-without-all-things-that-lao-niang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/995575782266648548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/995575782266648548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-without-all-things-that-lao-niang.html' title='LAO NIANG Issa Bizzy Gurl'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fjRir4-pIo/Tc_34TibwkI/AAAAAAAAAlU/csWhVaIJuXs/s72-c/IMG_0606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5848008625011216122</id><published>2011-05-09T20:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:10:19.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Oh God !!! I'm officially 20 now !!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i'm no more a teenager, starting from today. It's not something to be proud of though =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least it means that i'm legal now, so i could do almost everything at ease now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, to keep things short and simple, mommy called again and sang another version of Birthday song. This time was the cantonese version, you guys know it right? The one that starts with “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.my/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CCsQFjAB&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fzhidao.baidu.com%2Fquestion%2F8663929&amp;amp;ei=Xt3HTZGvLY2GrAerq_XPBA&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFi9vKLKE6Kv0a-aKGh4jbAy0ZzMA" class="l" style="cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;恭祝你福寿与天齐&lt;/em&gt;，兴贺你生圣快乐&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".....Well, what i wanna say about my mom is that, she is getting some kind of viruses, the "&lt;i&gt;siao&lt;/i&gt;" virus i guess. Must have got them from me~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, this is the first birthday of mine to spend it away from home. It's kinda dull, i admit. Cause my birthday happened during the exam season, which is a no fun thing. Anyways, deepest gratitudes and appreciation to those who wished me a Happy Birthday; family members, BFFs, friends, coussies...from calls to texts to FB posts...THANK YOU VERY MUCHIE, my dears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i realised my name has almost officially changed to Ip Man or Ip Sifu. Wonder what i mean ? Scroll down please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4F07Jlb02k/TcfjDCafISI/AAAAAAAAAks/_fMoAvx_Bqw/s400/yy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 94px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697902612947234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOIgJukHjJs/Tcfi340Zg9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Jo4JDe32rkQ/s400/yk.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 78px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697711058715602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szMzw8KU2kw/Tcfi3RAiMGI/AAAAAAAAAkM/skjqzd9YCdk/s400/lcn.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697700372197474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AmxVz6pIkfs/Tcfi3pz6UZI/AAAAAAAAAkU/nWKKOoOPFnY/s400/mb.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 67px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697707030139282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some of the post which i found interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9IN9Ji6AHA/TcfjTggg8sI/AAAAAAAAAk0/u-GtsqnFg7o/s400/bb.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 68px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604698185569202882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OEKxJk7fE1E/TcfjCypx5XI/AAAAAAAAAkk/86KtW_tCCfc/s400/yl.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 111px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697898382124402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6HZvfdjkLk/Tcfiqk3kdrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IBaiuiK8IJI/s400/jon.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 88px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604697482365007538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, if i were given choices between having a Thomas Sabo bracelet + charms, or a birthday wish from Taeyang, i will definitely choose the latter one. Okok, there's too much of fangirling here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i'm 20 now and i gotta be more responsible to me myself and to others. I pledge to myself, i will try my best to be a better person, equip myself with more weapons so that i won't be afraid of challenges in this crazy world. It's not scary to age, the point is to age gracefully. Day by day, i will pick and keep a seed of wisdom, nurture them and one day, the flower of wisdom will bloom gracefully, i wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to my Mommy, 2o years ago of the same day, it was the day which i caused a lot of pain to you. Once the pain started, it's an ongoing one because i kept on being a troublemaker. Mommy, I'm so sorry, but i Love you !!! ^^  Muacksss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, thank you to all of you out there !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5848008625011216122?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5848008625011216122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5848008625011216122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5848008625011216122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4F07Jlb02k/TcfjDCafISI/AAAAAAAAAks/_fMoAvx_Bqw/s72-c/yy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5133570293614045881</id><published>2011-04-27T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:10:33.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Lunar Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my birthday today, according to the lunar calender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom gave me a call this morning. She sang me a Happy Birthday song once i answered the call, so sweet of her. ^^ She said that she's going to bank in $$ for me as my birthday "ang pao", but i refused it. I'm afraid that the "superman" incident will happen to her again as my mommy is quite a stubborn one when dealing with money matters. (*she banked in the angpao money during my brother's birthday a couple weeks ago and she suspected that a Malay guy from behind stole the money from the machine when she was looking around the bank, and that's why my brother said the thief / Malay guy was a superman if he was able to steal the money in a flash of light)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's my first year of having my birthday away from home. But i still made sure that i made hard-boiled eggs for myself. I'm not sure if this applies to others or not. My family used to make hard-boiled eggs for the star of the day, a Chinese tradition perhaps? And my mom asked me if i have eggs to eat or not. She was worried ! But when i told her that i had 2 eggs this morning, she was relieved. So cute !!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have been suffering from injustice recently. Utar sucks! I must say that, although i'm a Utarian. I can't do anything about it, seriously, even if i want. Because Utar sucks o0o !!! But my mom still made my day with the birthday greetings, even though shyts are everywhere recently. I'm still a girl who almost owns the world ! Blah~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright. I should have my belated birthday celebrated with some wine, after my homecoming back to Sandakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5133570293614045881?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5133570293614045881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunar-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5133570293614045881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5133570293614045881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunar-birthday.html' title='Lunar Birthday'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2775184244895209081</id><published>2011-04-18T22:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:14:36.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Adios to Ma Calcu</title><content type='html'>18 April 2011, 11.15am... This was when i last saw my baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I reached the library at 11.15am and left my bag with my calcu in it at the cubicle. I was frigging sure that i zipped my bag before i entered the library and holy crap, my bag went unzipped after 40 minutes laying on the cubicle. I smelled something fishy was going on and went on to check on my bag. Tadaa ! My chio-looking calcu went missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's no need to guess anymore. For sure some desperate- enough Utarians had stolen my calcu as if they were insane. I regard the thief(s) to be insane and stupid because the thief stole my calcu and two books of bus tickets amongst my other more valuable stuffs inside my bag. I had Sony Ericsson earphone, pendrive, charms that my daddy gave me and etc, but why the thief would only steal my calcu and bus tickets ? Isn't it stealing / taking of other people's pendrive a culture in Utar? But why mine one is still safe ? Culture shock here !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, i went quite mad with this issue. Not because of the lost that i suffered, it's because of the calcu. My calcu was bought by my mom, that's the bottom line, and it had served me for many years. It had went through every sweet and bitter with me. We cracked every calculation-related questions together. We went through big big and small small challenges together. Not only that, my calcu is very CHIO la yorrrrhhhh!!!! It has a mini solar panel at its head, but most of my friends in the west here are using the calcu without the solar panel. There are still some Utarians being curious about my calcu, even until a few days ago. I once owned the chio-est calcu amongst Utarians lahhhh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNfN5JEY04g/TaxVKCZS8hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_2nmzzXI5Jw/s400/19-08-10_1509.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596942067844706834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma Handsome Calcu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PGKdIAKn6Q/TaxVdhuvnVI/AAAAAAAAAj0/s4W_a_I6D6c/s400/IMG_0573.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596942402673679698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new calcu...a commoner &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really couldn't understand, couldn't understand the fact that Utarians steal a calculator. Hello !!! It's just a calculator ei. Ok, i'm not looking down on anyone or implying that i'm a richie. I'm not the daughter of Li Kar Shing either. Please don't get me wrong. I'm just speaking from rationality ok ? Seriously, I don't think there's any student in Utar who do not own a calcu, because every student needs a calcu since secondary school, right ? Is there any reason for not owning a calcu when u step into a university ? So i don't really think this is the reason for my calcu to be a victim lorrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the thief were to steal my calcu and to sell it for some money, then...wait wait wait...i'm not saying that i got nothing to say. For sure i got tonnes to say. Yeah, i understand that the world is unfair, and there's always income and wealth gap in the society. But if a student were to steal a calcu because of money reason, it's a big shame. I'll advise that student to WITHDRAW from Utar ASAP !!! Come on, i understand that you are desperate for money, but where's your morale and ethics ? And where's your empathy as a student ? And please don't be such a cheapo, ok ? Live with dignity so that there's no diggity !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And i know that the thief is stupid. If he/she were to steal my calcu and bus ticket, why don't he/she just grab my entire bag and ran away ? Nobody will realize also what. And i know luck was not with the thief today. Coz usually i will leave my purse in the bag and enter the library (it's my own fault if my purse got stolen, i know la), but not today. My 6th sense told me that something is going to happen at the library today and so, i brought along my purse and my lost was minimized. But who would expect to lost a calcu worr ? (&lt;i&gt;Ok la, i got strong 6th sense nowadays, believe it or not, but i won't reveal other incidents in this post ! let me be selfish for once ya&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I know. Everything that Yitmun touched, used, liked and adored, they all became gold. *ahem*. The same goes to my calcu. I know that my calcu had appreciated in value due to its owner, but it will only shine when it's with Yitmun the swagger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, it's not my style if i'm going easy on this piece of shit. For sure, Utar staffs were the primary victims and i'm always the bomb diggity in planting others into deep shyts (if i want to). The library officer went dumbfounded for a while and offered to reflect this issue to the Vice President of Utar. And yet, the monster Yitmun was still not satisfied with it and kept on digging grave for the officer and burried him. *evil smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for the thief, i hope that when your finger touches my calcu, you'll get an instant fracture. I wish you happy REPEATING in your subjects which use my calcu to work on your calculation. And if you were to use the proceeds of this stolen calcu for eating, i wish you won't break your teeth upon biting on the food. And for the bus ticket, i wish you will miss the bus everytime when you were to use those stolen tickets. Last sentence to the thief although i know that the thief won't be able to see this, if you need money or tickets, do tell me directly. &lt;i&gt;Lao Niang&lt;/i&gt; has cash,? Not plenty until can flood the whole Sungai Perak, but quite a lot lor....muahaha =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another fugly side of Utarians revealed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this is devaluing other Utarians... not a very chio sign to myself too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chiao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2775184244895209081?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2775184244895209081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/adios-to-ma-calcu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2775184244895209081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2775184244895209081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/adios-to-ma-calcu.html' title='Adios to Ma Calcu'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNfN5JEY04g/TaxVKCZS8hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/_2nmzzXI5Jw/s72-c/19-08-10_1509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1233753983511526366</id><published>2011-04-13T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:11:12.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Phew !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a really big shock of my life last night when my dad called me up and dropped me a bomb. I received a cheque on February back then and had not bank in the cheque until this morning. And i got frightened by what my dad said because i'm a dumbo in all those financial issues that deal with banks. My dad is also a dumb in this kind of stuff, so the whole thing was like a "dumb and dumber" scenario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was very panic last night and had a sleepless night, having worries that the cheque was dishonoured. If it really got dishonoured, then how am i going to get the issuer to reissue the cheque ? It was really wrecking my nerves. And i asked Birdie for Public Bank's contact number and, sigh...Public Bank has no 24 hours customer service line. I went mad and guess what, the pathetic me called up the line for reporting lost of ATM cards, because it's the only 24 hours line for PBB. The officer was nice enough, because he didn't "diao" me for calling the wrong line. It's all because i apologized in advanced before telling him my issue la~~~  Nice tactic huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to PBB this morning and got everything settled within 2 or 3 minutes. Phew ~~~ ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.40pm, preparing for course registration. Man, i really hate to do course registration. But luckily, at least God and luck were by my side today. Got my desired timetable, yay !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My final examination will end on 13 May, and i'll be back to Sandakan, inhaling Sandakan air, enjoying Sandakan's peaceful and lousy environment; a free-of-gossip place, less than Kampar at least. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this post is full of stupid words and mistakes are everywhere. Pardon me. I'm sleepy, i'm hungry and my brain is not really functioning when i'm writing this post. I'm writing hastily too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1233753983511526366?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1233753983511526366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/phew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1233753983511526366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1233753983511526366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/phew.html' title='Phew !!!'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-124969581103196755</id><published>2011-04-07T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:12:51.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downs'/><title type='text'>There's Never A Right Time To Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is always never a right time to say goodbye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;07.04.2011, Thursday. I will remember this day. The day when my heart got thorn into pieces, the day when tears pierced my heart, the day that i felt the most insecure, the day when my mind went totally blank and... the day when i was shivering in fear ----&amp;gt; the sorrowful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, i'm not going to beat around the bush. A close friend of mine has just lost her mother this morning, and this close friend of mine has always shared with me regarding her condition. So i was just like those audiences, watching a drama an episode after episode to keep myself updated with the condition of the main characters. The drama finally aired its finale this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this tough period, my friend and i did talk a lot, sharing stories, giving words of encouragement and learning from each other. When i witnessed how hard my friend was struggling between her family and her studies, it did make me feel very heartbroken. She has had many sleepless nights, looking after her mom, even in the midnight. And she has never whine a single word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were apart for a week as she went back to visit her mom and we promised to catch up with each other once we met. And i said to myself, that i'm gonna give her a hug because she was really having a hard time during the recent week. But sadly, i was just able to hug her when we bid farewell as she gonna rush back to her hometown right away after the first class of the day. Yeap, i tried my best to stay strong and i told myself not to shed even a drop of tears in front of her. But i just can't make it. When we hugged, i really can't speak properly and i found myself shivering, and i tried my best to say some words to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't know why. I can't even explain it why do i feel so sad about this ? Although it's not my family who suffered from this tragedy, why am i feeling so sad ? For the whole day, my mind went blank and i can't eat at all. I felt like shivering and dizzy for the whole afternoon. I tried to act strong in front of my friends, just to not let them to worry. But when i reached my room, locked myself in the room, called my mom and told her about the tragedy, i suddenly became weaker and weaker. Mommy comforted me with her words. Tears started to wet my face and i can't talk anymore. My mom told me to give her a call when i feel like doing so before we hang up. And i started to cry, shivering all of a sudden. I felt very helpless and scared. I really felt like giving my mom another call, telling her that i am very scared. But i canceled the thought of doing so, because i know that my mom gonna worry for the whole night if i did so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admit, that i'm very afraid to say goodbye. I always wish that if someone is going to leave soon, either going to study abroad or whatever, please do not let me know. Just keep me in the dark until the last minute that one is going to leave. Then just give me a call or text to bid farewell with me before departure, so that i do not even have the time to rush to the airport to cry, brawl and not letting go of someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this explains why i will always put on my shades on the day i leave Sandakan. Not because of the chio-ness. It's because i will start to cry when i am changing in my room, doing final checking on my baggage, walking down to the living room, and cry all the way to the airport. The shades is just to hide my teary eyes. I just do not want others seeing me crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya. I'm a cry baby. I do not know if it's only me or what. It's really sad to leave the family. Some people said that it's fun for me to return to my hometown, because i could take the airplane. But no one knows the sorrow behind all these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-124969581103196755?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/124969581103196755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/124969581103196755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/124969581103196755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='There&apos;s Never A Right Time To Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-997695039543719758</id><published>2011-03-19T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:12:09.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>2012 - To Anticipate or To Fear ?</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. Just finished the FAF II midterm test an hour ago and i'm here to blog about my recent thoughts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People have been talking about those disastrous events that will happen in year 2012 since last year. Although i did not deny things like this would ever happen, i was optimistic enough to say that it won't happen as "scheduled" --&amp;gt; 2012. But as time passed and more and more saddening events happened in this mother nature, i can't help but to admit that, "2012" is approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not like i'm afraid to die. But i just have one wish before i leave the Earth; please let me land Sandakan safely and reunite with my family. Please, this is the only wish i have. I don't want to die alone in the west. PLEASE. Let's say, if those aliens or future archeologists really found my skeleton after a few centuries, i really don't wish them to make such statements la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Judging from its pelvic girdles, it's a lady. Okay, we'll name her as "Perak Lady"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holy Crap !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come one, the Perak Man that we saw from the sejarah textbook is named as Perak Man because it was found in Perak. If i were to be found in Perak in the future, then i'll be the next "Perak" family lor ? I don't want la. At least name me Sabah Girl ok ? Sabah Boleh !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only issue that i really want to get an exact answer in this moment is "whether the world will end on 21 Dec 2012?" If yes, there are a series of actions that i'll do immediately :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, i'll withdraw from Utar !!! I think most Sabahan will do this if 2012 really happens. What's the point to continue my studies as the world is coming to an end ? It's not like I haven't studied before. I'll immediately pack a few chio clothes with me, take my bag and rush to the airport and fly back to Sandakan. HAHAHAHA !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then i'll apply as many credit cards as i could so that i can shop and buy everything that i wish to have. I'll buy many many many Louboutin and Goyard, take loans to buy as many bungalows as i could to mess up the economy. When 2012 comes, my kick will be Louboutin. My hand will be holding a Goyard. Beside me there are ipod, and Dr Dre headphones, so that those aliens and future humans would know the existence of these pretties when they found me. Die also need to be chio !!! So if those Sejarah questions ask like "Apakah barang-barang yang telah muncul semasa zaman Sabah Girl ?", the answers would not be "barangan tembikar dan manik - manik" anymore. They'll be "Christian Louboutin dan Goyard, kepala telefon dan ipod." I want to make History an interesting subject. WTF !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E3hpVW46uQ/TYRxUelaINI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LOUFTGmARfs/s400/goyard-tote-shopping-bag-goyard-st-coffee-colors-4f128.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585714034467545298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No worries about those debts and credit cards. The world is coming to an end and when earthquakes, tsunami, volcano eruption (who knows if Mount Kinabalu suddenly revives), fire or watsoever come, everything will become ashes. So those bills of debts, no worries !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll get myself wasted before the world wastes me. I'll drink everynight and eat everything that i want. Health ? Forget about it. I won't go for drugs because it will make a person looks shitty. HAHAHA !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And i'll fly to the States and give Usher and Omarion a slap on their faces, so that they'll remember this crazy fan of them till the end. I'll make sure YG had released all their songs before the judgement day arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend said that i might have high chances to survive and enter into the newly evoluted world. But honestly, i do not wish to be one of the few who survive. What's the point of living all alone in the new world will all those weirdo aliens ? I'll be the weird one coz the aliens would be the majority group. Holy crap !!! How am i going to live with them ? We'll have problems in communication, this is the most basic one. And what if they drink mercury, but i'm still surviving on water ? Nah !!! Some more, i do not wish that my companions, or hubby, perhaps to have short figure, protuding and big eyes, bald, head bigger than the body, and in weird colors -- green or yellow perhaps ? Ewww... Then what will the offsprings look like ? (btw, i don't have thoughts to give birth, it's a way too scary to give birth). Everything is totally EWWWW !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mDfSfzvr_0/TYRv0eil26I/AAAAAAAAAjM/PdFKYP3dQOs/s400/alien.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585712385188289442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright. I'm crapping too much here. Anyways, just let me return to Sandakan safely and reunite with my family. I really mean that. I love my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pardon me to steal some spaces in this post to do a brief report regarding my recent condition. I'm mentally fine, but somehow i'm showing some signs of fatigue. Shoulder pain, neck pain, swollen gums and eye pain are very common for me. But something very strange happened to my ribcage. My left ribcage is getting more protuding and when i touch or press on it, it hurts. Anyone knows what's this ? Please let me know if any of y'all knows the problem of this pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, i'm still treating myself very well. Made chicken herbal soup to recover fatigue and hafma tongshui to recover brain juices (it claims to be good to the brain wah). And i got a new Baby.... *whoops*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StPBZV9NNb4/TYRv0hckSNI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-CHmA43Pi4w/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585712385968326866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwQgeGYdOIE/TYRv1N4M2vI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_uVbHoayOCs/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585712397895391986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, take care.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-997695039543719758?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/997695039543719758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/2012-to-anticipate-or-to-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/997695039543719758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/997695039543719758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/2012-to-anticipate-or-to-fear.html' title='2012 - To Anticipate or To Fear ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E3hpVW46uQ/TYRxUelaINI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LOUFTGmARfs/s72-c/goyard-tote-shopping-bag-goyard-st-coffee-colors-4f128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7201480278845594247</id><published>2011-03-07T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:11:12.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Orangie Banguisiato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Monday today and i'm blogging at this hour, 10.56pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, i'm very tired right now and wished to hit the sack as soon as possible. But there are many things pending for me to get em done. How sad is that... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learnt a few things today, which made my day although i dislike Monday, Monday blues, cause there are many classes for me to attend on every Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giving is better than receiving. This is very true for today, at least. I dunno if the world will go crazy again in the future and make me deny this notion. But at least it gained my acknowledgement today. I'm glad that the recipients were happy upon receiving the things from me. I didn't know that my small deed meant so much for them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tutor made my day too !!! She was somehow giving us some advice on our attitudes. And what she said was pretty true. But when i was packing and preparing to leave the class, the tutor suddenly yell / said to me "Yitmun, work hard ah !!!" Goddamn !!! It has been many years since i heard this kind of words of encouragement from someone else. Coz basically many people will just tell me that i'm good and genius enough, so there's no need to be nervous or work hard on my work anymore. Although it seems to be a pretty simple sentence, what i got from it was that, no matter who you are, how good or poor you are doing, there is no way to be static from your present condition. The same goes to one's attitude. Modesty is always the best policy. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not a fortune teller. I can't really foresee my future or what's going to happen next. But what i can do is to make sure that i'm always on the right track. No matter how hard things are going to happen or against me, no matter how others doubt about me, no matter what my scores are in the coming sems, even a slump, as long as i can be honest and able to face myself, i'll give a pat to me myself. And i believe that my bosses will feel the same way too, because they put their trusts in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodnight, worlds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a happy day !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yitmun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7201480278845594247?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7201480278845594247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/orangie-banguisiato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7201480278845594247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7201480278845594247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/orangie-banguisiato.html' title='Orangie Banguisiato'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-6090010381689492561</id><published>2011-03-06T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:11:12.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Chocolato Mondue</title><content type='html'>Another week had passed and here i am to do a short review about my recent condition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, please accept my sincere apology for the previous post for causing so much worries to y'all. I'm sorry. Friends have been leaving comments at the cbox, inbox and sms-ed me personally to cheer me up and offer me their ears. Gazillions of thanks from this little kiddo here !!! I know y'all are sincere friends of mine... And for your info, i'm pretty fine now. I really mean it. No more tears and sorrow !!! I'm fine, thank you and you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much had happened for this week. Just rushing for assignments and tests as usual. No more whining on tests and assignments before. Not because they were like beans for me, just simply because i got immuned to all these type of stuffs now. *PEACE*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is half a semester left now and i hope that time could fly fly fly. Simply just because i wanna go back to Sandakan. I want to clear my mind and reorganize my thoughts. Only that can ensure me to be more firm to continue to walk on my path. I wanna get myself recharged from being worn out recently. I wanna eat out with my family. I wanna treat them a dinner. I wanna do this and that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i'm gaining weight... *&lt;i&gt;angry, miserable and tension*. &lt;/i&gt;I need to start dieting from now on so that i won't explode when i'm back to Sandakan in May then. Some more mommy will be pampering me with &lt;i&gt;tau fu fah &lt;/i&gt;and other drooling foods during my stay in Sandakan. So, diet plan ON !!! *&lt;i&gt;semangat&lt;/i&gt;* !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-6090010381689492561?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/6090010381689492561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/chocolato-mondue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6090010381689492561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6090010381689492561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/chocolato-mondue.html' title='Chocolato Mondue'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8491498418851430709</id><published>2011-03-03T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:39:10.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downs'/><title type='text'>There's A Place For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A 4.0 student is not helpful at all. She doesn't share information with others. She is not helpful at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this was what i heard yesterday and i smirked when i first heard about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a person who do self-reflection almost everyday to check on myself. I know that i hold full responsibility of myself cause i'm not a minor anymore. I can take criticism and hurtful comments, honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what really hurt me the most everytime was that people, or to be more specific, Utarians always divert stories and make their own version of story, and those are&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; DOPE&lt;/span&gt; stories. I help my friends whenever they approach me. Even though those are none-of-my-business stuffs, whenever my friends wished me to lend a hand, i'll try my best to help them, whether i'm know it well or not. I'm not doing that to expect any return from them in the future, but just is my sincerity in doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i first heard about that comment, i was still fine. But later on, i got more and more heated up. And i felt very hurtful and my heart was left wounded. "Yitmun doesn't like to share with others, she is not helpful although she's a 4.0-er." What i understand from this is that i'm just a smart-yet-super selfish-and-egotistical bitch !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been studying in Utar for almost two years and i've been hurt by many hurtful comments. But none of them really got me pissed off and ignited like this one. I swallowed all these bad times like nothing but this time, i'm not going to shut up anymore. If Utarians are my author and i'm the content of their fakey book, then i won't be gentle anymore and i want to reveal all those fucking ugly = &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fugly faces&lt;/span&gt; of them, right now !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If anyone of you think that i don't really help a lot, or just simply helpless and not sincere enough, please &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; ask anything from me anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I never feel proud of myself for scoring 4.0 in the previous semesters and i didn't make any fuss about it. It's only that people around were so kind enough to become my promoter and tell the whole world about that. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; mentioned that i'm a smarty or wat-so-ever &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking genius&lt;/span&gt; I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I really want to know if Utarians know the word of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt; ? Ya, the simple English word that normally Malaysian would learn or know ever since primary school. Yea, the word sounds simple. But why do i feel barely hard to sense that in Utar ? One thing that i really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; is that when people are asking me for help, they really take that for granted as i am really entitled to do so and if i don't do take, i would get &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;threatened &lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Ei, this one ah, bla bla bla bla bla"... "I send you my assignment (which is not my assignment though), you help me to check ah"... "Reply me !" "I go to your house now ah?!" "Who is your friend? I want to get your papers from this fella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are these really the right way to ask for help? What is "&lt;i&gt;ei&lt;/i&gt;"? Don't i have a name ? My dad gave me a nice name which sounds like the Wing Chun master, Ip Man. So, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why the fuck&lt;/span&gt; you address me as "&lt;i&gt;Ei&lt;/i&gt;"? Your assignment is your job. Why do you need me to check for you? Your tutor should be the one who did so instead of me !!! I help you without getting any pay and you paid for your tuition fees what. If any of you want me to help you with this kind of manner, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pay &lt;/span&gt;me first before you talk to me. Yes, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I WANT MONEY FROM YOU&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you commanding me to reply you? Who are you to speak to me like this ? Can you please RESPECT my friend even if you do not want to respect me? I have the responsibility to protect my friends' privacies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, all of these rude requests could be resolved if you speak to me in a better way and at least, make me feel that i'm being respected. I'm not saying that i need others to address me with Ms. or worship me like God before i help you. No !!! Please don't get me wrong. I just want &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MANNERS and RESPECT&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Stop scolding or bashing me if i don't reply any request of yours or i can't really help you at all. Stop making yourself like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAO AH LIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; there, scolding and having thickened-faced and keep on asking me questions that i obviously do not want to answer or make a reply to you. I'm a human, not God. I do not know every single thing in the universe and answer to every of your question. If you like to be a CAO AH LIAN, just continue to scold and bash and i will not give a damn on it. I'll just simply regard you as a patient all the way from Tanjung Rambutan who bash me through my contact, fb or msn out of boredom. That's it !!! And shame on you cause you behave like this and let me remind you, you are a student of tertiary education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friends reached me for assignments, tutorials, past years papers which were both under or not under my field of study, i tried my best to get them good reply. Even if i was sleeping in the midnight, i'll still answer calls from my friends and got them replied. I treat everyone at heart desires. Were all of these fake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that there was a storm that hit on me directly when i heard about that statement. I emo-ed the whole night and thought that everything was gonna be alright after a goodnight sleep. But it was dang hurtful this time that i couldn't get through it and i cried for the whole day in campus, deep down in my heart. I wanted to shed tears, but i couldn't. I just kept on crying in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep on reminding myself that I'm a blessed girl, really really blessed. I have parents who dote me a lot, siblings who love me, friends who will always check on my condition and give me support, health, gained achievements, still walking in a good path of my life... I really thank God for always looking after me and keep me blessed with all these wonderfuls in my life. I really thank God for giving me all these because i'm actually a ZERO. Without God, parents, family members and friends, who am i ? But when i start to question "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What have i really done to deserve all the hurtful comments? Am i really that selfish to my friends ? Do i really don't like sharing with my friends? "&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;I can't help but start to cry. I must have done something really serious to let people to feel this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's the victim here? The irrespectful creatures or the selfish me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is justice in this world ? You judge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : 1. thanks Marilyn for sharing the song. I finally cried and relieved from that depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sorry for the abusive usage of F-bomb in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sorry to those innocent Utarians. I'm not stereotyping in this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still many kind friends of mine in Utar. Don't get them wrong please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys and god bless y'all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yitmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8861066167924878672-8491498418851430709?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8491498418851430709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8491498418851430709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8491498418851430709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/03/4.html' title='There&apos;s A Place For Me'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8567229928235268858</id><published>2011-02-27T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:11:12.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Decided to Quit School</title><content type='html'>It happened for more than a decade ago when i was in the second year of my kindergarten school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kindergarten that i attended was St. Monica Kindergarten, located at hills, i guess (but somehow kinda isolated with many trees around). I enjoyed my 1st year very much but when i was in the 2nd year, it was when my nightmare started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was placed to sit at the corner by my teacher and i was easy on that. I was not picky about seats in the class. But what really troubled me was that the wall that was very near to my seat had LIZARDS. It's not like i'm scared of lizard but those lizards were GIGANTIC, ugly and black-colored with many white dots on their bodies. And the worse was that they came in DOUBLE COMBO ok ? So many. Like the whole generation came out to hunt for food or what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KTcdPDoQCo/TWomalXnf7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/mURcjlzgWgU/s400/lizard.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578313326601404338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still a-little-bit ok la when i first saw them. But i remember that the person sitting next to me back then kept on telling me the details of the fugly lizards, as if this kiddo was a pro in Biology or worked in the National Geography or Discovery channel before. That kiddo said that their eggs are very big &lt;i&gt;wah, &lt;/i&gt;not like those ordinary eggs. And kept on exaggerating the whole thing. OMG !!! I got super startled and what i did for the whole day in class was not to learn or listen to the teachings, but to keep on staring at those lizards. I scared that they might fall off and &lt;i&gt;kena&lt;/i&gt; me and then ate me !!! I was still innocent la back then...@_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The situation persisted for some times and i started to hate school. I would purposely eat my breakfast very slow every morning until i got scolded by my parents. When it was time to leave, i sighed and my heart beat really fast.  I told my parents that i did not want to go to school coz there  were many lizards!!! And what my dad said was "don't tell me that our house don't have lizards...you never seen a lizard before meh ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered very clearly until now that there was an episode that i really got mad because of this matter. When the car arrived at the school and i was supposed to walked to my classroom, i refused to do so with my whole body until my dad gotta bring me to the classroom. When my dad was about to leave, i cried and brawled really hard that i wouldn't stay in the scary class anymore. I wanna QUIT !!! &lt;i&gt;hahaha. &lt;/i&gt;My dad got really angry and left me. I was left alone in the class. The inconsiderate teacher didn't even came to console me what. &lt;i&gt;*poor kid*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adFaoiAghnE/TWom7A89T0I/AAAAAAAAAik/3Nn_-41d3jI/s400/crying.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578313883761594178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mf3LOVQFbIo/TWomaa-IXfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z9I8fOSTr38/s400/re.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578313323810151922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, i didn't manage to quit school and i can't remember how did i manage to go through that year of school. I can't really remember my grades back then but i guessed i didn't do well in my 2nd year, coz i didn't receive any awards for that year, probably due to the lizard. *&lt;i&gt;just kidding nia&lt;/i&gt;* =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI4y6VfcSXY/TWooV86uH2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/-ZAimJ5Rohk/s400/DSC00885.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578315446046564194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Perhaps i did well in year 1 ? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i shared this story with my family, they asked me why did it dare to share this out. Aren't there feeling of ashamed ? Well, what i can say is that I can't really do anything about the past, right? Why not just share it and let y'all laugh about my silly childhood story ? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, thanks for reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8567229928235268858?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8567229928235268858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-decided-to-quit-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8567229928235268858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8567229928235268858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-decided-to-quit-school.html' title='I Decided to Quit School'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KTcdPDoQCo/TWomalXnf7I/AAAAAAAAAiU/mURcjlzgWgU/s72-c/lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-6539233800423505935</id><published>2011-02-21T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:32:55.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. It has been more than 2 weeks since I've conteng something here. Well, i'm gonna skip all those CNY posts which should be regarded as belated posts and jump to this post la, k ? It's only a brief update here...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently busy with repaying my debts that have been accumulating since before CNY begun and I'm still repaying the debts now. What to do ? Skipped so much classes and had so much fun during CNY and now i have to face the music. Not only that, I had a new Boss (the entity who injected me with some dough recently) and had been constantly reporting to him recently. This event, that interview, this recording...huh...it's really taking its toll on me. Some more, midterms and assignments are knocking my door and asking me to entertain them despite of my busy schedules. Nah...DEBTS everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd lost my motivation since Y1S1 of my degree. Yes, i admit that. I really got discouraged a lot and lost my direction. And I've been troubled by this issue for some times but it seemed like i couldn't really overcome it. But recently, i've somehow found a tiny bit of motivation back to my life. Reason ? CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQybwvdX4WQ/TWJKH8rtSFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tlebcYmnevc/s400/LP005_01.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100789047085138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOm9jYjcsLQ/TWJKHmmOzQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7EkD7cQrTMo/s400/Christian%2BLouboutin%2BOrlan%2Bponyskin%2Bsandals.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100783118535938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CmJJClyPkCw/TWJKHYtVQHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ftNbEQEpydw/s400/Christian-Louboutin-Shoes-Decollete-grey-Suede-7183.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100779390222450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their flats are very chio-looking too !!! ^.^ *&lt;i&gt;DROLLS&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1u515AAPX0/TWJJhbB8CFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/0O3YBWSAvZQ/s400/Christian%2BLouboutin%2BNew%2BFall%2BFlats%2BBlack2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100127178491986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVu8Oe3LD_w/TWJJhDHEEFI/AAAAAAAAAhk/M2XHn-_oMXk/s400/christian-louboutin-mens-pumps.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100120757538898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7gka2NUvqHs/TWJJhBoeE6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/zXW0TODF678/s400/Christian-Louboutin-Rosella-ballerina-flats.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100120360784802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYe4pP2MPs0/TWJJgxQYPJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZMaFjsHvfQY/s400/christian-louboutin-torpille-flannel-point-toe-flats.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100115964771474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ih5xscJY_VE/TWJJgg30REI/AAAAAAAAAhM/pXwaQdWUWk0/s400/Newest%2BChristian%2BLouboutin%2BPan%2Bhairs%2Bflats.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576100111566783554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess (i'm certain) that i really have to work my ass off  from now and then in order to get these sexy babes home. Yea la yea la. Materialistic is it ? *&lt;i&gt;who cares&lt;/i&gt;?*... But i know that this will only last me a while only. If i can be influenced and motivated that easily, then this would not be Yitmun anymore. (Yea, i'm damn hard to deal with !!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John Galliano, Goyard, Alexander Mc Queen and Perignon....Wait for ME !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOTIVATION !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-6539233800423505935?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/6539233800423505935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6539233800423505935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6539233800423505935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQybwvdX4WQ/TWJKH8rtSFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tlebcYmnevc/s72-c/LP005_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4152595224944882651</id><published>2011-02-02T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:11:33.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Rabbit New Year</title><content type='html'>GONG XI FATT CHAI in advance my dear readers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the eve of CNY today and preparations were done like mad since the end of January to celebrate this big day of we Chinese. The eve was the busiest day for us; dad did his prayer, mom cooked for the family, my younger brother and i worked like maids for the family... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a big box of London Almond for CNY. *&lt;i&gt;yummylicious&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl2yk_MtkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LPYcwC53y-0/s400/IMG_0492.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569113025514616386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorated this kiddo. This was real hard because it is a REAL plant, still growing, not something PLASTIC !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl16m94gDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/LJ9e8Bj3mTY/s400/IMG_0499%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569112063973294130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad bought this expensive pretty kiddo home. It's a mandarin orange plant all the way from China. The orange-orange thingy that stuck on the plant are those mandarin oranges that we eat during CNY. I mean, they are REAL thing !!! *&lt;i&gt;chio to the max&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl16LXV9eI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6cGLqM-StT8/s400/IMG_0502.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569112056563889634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had our reunion dinner just now. No fish tonight but we'll have it on the second day of CNY !!! *&lt;i&gt;nom nom nom&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl15-fv37I/AAAAAAAAAgs/sJ3uy6HW4Yc/s400/IMG_0503%2B%25282%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569112053109481394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made Fruit Punch for my family. This one had Nata de Coco added !!! *&lt;i&gt;slurps&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl15rqoQrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-SHnPquQRJo/s400/IMG_0506.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569112048054846130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My younger brother went "sot plug" (siao) and added Shandy to the Fruit Punch. *&lt;i&gt;perhaps he saw my Fruit Punch post in which i mentioned that there's alcoholic Fruit Punch?&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl15O3ABLI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xVCM6wdzJJM/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569112040322106546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to wish everyone to stay healthy and happy no matter how challenges hit you (hope there's none =) ). I'm not really good in saying greetings and nice words but, i do really hope everyone would have a nice year. ^v^  Peace !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, Happy New Year !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4152595224944882651?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4152595224944882651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-rabbit-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4152595224944882651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4152595224944882651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-rabbit-new-year.html' title='Happy Rabbit New Year'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TUl2yk_MtkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/LPYcwC53y-0/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1814631700377772768</id><published>2011-01-22T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:13:23.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like...</title><content type='html'>EATING THESE  !!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG6lxdgjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Zm08sTYa_OE/s400/1%2B%25282%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564978999443948082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG8E4jkuI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YvaD8i0YP-M/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564979024975074018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG7gMcPXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Dfw_Eu4EEyE/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564979015126367602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG7MP6r6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/kbu9P6jPHw8/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564979009772236706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG6ocW2XI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5jna2wUeIHQ/s400/fish1_%25E5%2589%25AF%25E6%259C%25AC.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564979000160737650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be leaving for Sandakan on this coming Thursday !!! Oh YEAH !!! I'm looking foward to back to the nature city where i was born. I want to decorate my house, make that cherry blossom tree, go shopping for CNY stuff, make my dad to loose his purse string to get me delicious food, bake the cookies and London Almond, prepare the AngPaos on behalf of my parents, and of course, to meet with my dearest friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BABY GOODNIGHT !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1814631700377772768?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1814631700377772768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1814631700377772768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1814631700377772768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-feel-like.html' title='I Feel Like...'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TTrG6lxdgjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Zm08sTYa_OE/s72-c/1%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5853184745403883225</id><published>2011-01-08T20:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:14:59.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The Legend of Yit Mun</title><content type='html'>Haha !!! Please don't be surprised or fooled by the title of this post. This post is just all about my short, busy and tiring trip back to Kampar for the scholarship agreement-signing event. And this is going to be a long post. So, please be patient ya !!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5th Jan : The Departure of Yit Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my breakfast at Ipoh Restaurant before heading to the airport. Mommy sent me off and took this picca of mine, entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'll Be Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805948072495922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmDXr3CzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qojJ2zc4aok/s320/as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at LCCT and rushed to KL Sentral to get the KTM ticket back to Kampar. Met Fiona, a friend from Science class in Foundation year back then who had moved to PJ, but i could not recognise her. Cleaned up a bit, unpacked my bag, ate and showered. Checked my MUET result after getting the link from Siew Cheng and the result got me surprised; a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Band 5.&lt;/span&gt; Really did not expect to get this result as i knew i did not did well in the papers, especially the Writing part. So, i would like to express my gratitudes to &lt;em&gt;Kwan Lai Vein a.k.a Xoxo (my Muet Sifu), CVK, Bb, Chua, Chui Yee, Ku Chai Yee,&lt;/em&gt; and other high school and Utar friends (too many to name all of them, sorry) who had helped and sent me wishes via Facebook and sms. Thanks my dears !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6th Jan : Yit Mun in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early in the morning to get myself physically and mentally prepared. My whole body was soooo in pain from the second i woke up, too tired perhaps. Mental state was not in good condition too. My ankle hurt so much and i really did not feel like wearing heels to campus. But what to do ??? I had to due to the formal attire. Finally got my agreement signed in front of the Dean of Faculty of Business and Finance, went home and took a nap. Start to pack again, preparing myself for the homecoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the agreements, a total of six sets : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805943609646210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmDHD1XII/AAAAAAAAAew/TRiAuj6Ch8c/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805937175144482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmCvFuqCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/R5sdUpM-LnQ/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805930597505154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmCWlf2II/AAAAAAAAAeg/3QGwddXPWYM/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559805925204315890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmCCfqTvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/s8ke5aUXwV4/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know my sign is very chio... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7th Jan : The Return of Yit Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached KTM station at 9 ++ am and got shocked by the announcement that the train to KL was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CANCELED&lt;/span&gt; !!! Luckily, it was an error and reached Sentral safely at 12 noon. Headed to LCCT and checked in at 4 ++ pm. There were two ladies with a few of very big baggages and they asked if they could have one of their baggages checked in under my ticket. Of course, i did not reject them as we are all Sandakanians but i regretted a minute after that. What if the baggages were carrying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt; ? Then my life would be a word only; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt; !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very tiring trip, the most tiring one i had over my &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ten Ten&lt;/span&gt; years of living but no one would understand it, even my parents. *slap forehead* However, it was a brand new experience of mine indeed. But i don't wish to have this kind of tiring trips again, certainly, definitely, absolutely and whateverly !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5853184745403883225?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5853184745403883225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/legend-of-yit-mun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5853184745403883225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5853184745403883225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/legend-of-yit-mun.html' title='The Legend of Yit Mun'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TShmDXr3CzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qojJ2zc4aok/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-6250963815065733709</id><published>2011-01-06T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:14:27.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><title type='text'>Fruit Punch</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. This should be a belated post and had a sudden desire to blog about it cause i'm too bored all alone in the hostel. ^^ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made Fruit Punch for my family for the very first time and they had no idea on what i was doing, probably they were thinking that i'm going nuts too. But it was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG HIT&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many Fruit Punch recipes actually and what's fun about it is that you can play with the variation and combination of fruits and drinks (alcoholic or non-alcoholic). So, here's the one that i'd made (sufficient for 8 servings) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. A bottle of 100 Plus (alternately, you can switch it to 7 Up or Sprite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. A can of Longans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. A can of Pineapple cubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559056604413682114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TSW8h1Bd4cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AnFlWxbV8I4/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reminder : Do keep the syrup of the canned fruits. You'll need it for taste enhancement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Steps :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Prepare a big bowl (the Punch Bowl), any big bowl will do larrr ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Put the fruits into the bowl and a few teaspoons of fruit syrup into the mixture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Pour the 100 Plus into the mixture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Stir gently, and served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : If you are wondering on the amount of fruit syrup to be used, it all depends on your preference. If you like it to be sweeter, add more Longan syrup. Otherwise, add more Pineapple syrup if you prefer it to be a little more sourish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Safety Precaution :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please beware when using the can opener. Otherwise, there would be another ingredient added to the recipe ; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOOD !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;choi* *touchwood*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559057206750229698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TSW9E45sNMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/CAwPwsmc_7o/s320/w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-6250963815065733709?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/6250963815065733709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/fruit-punch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6250963815065733709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/6250963815065733709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2011/01/fruit-punch.html' title='Fruit Punch'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TSW8h1Bd4cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/AnFlWxbV8I4/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7978717973188093113</id><published>2010-12-31T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:15:23.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>31 Dec 2010</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. Sorry for the hiatus again. Internet connection in Sandakan explains all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave priority to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GD &amp;amp; TOP&lt;/span&gt; project album as soon as the connection got a bit normal last night and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HIGH HIGH&lt;/span&gt;-ed till 2am before got &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KNOCK OUT&lt;/span&gt;-ed officially, but the feeling was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH YEAH !!!&lt;/span&gt; I hit the sack at 2am but the strange thing was that i couldn't sleep. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BABY GOODNIGHT&lt;/span&gt; was haunting me till morning and i forced myself to sleep as much as i could. 9.45am, my cellphone was singing &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt; and forced me to reply another hello to the caller. You know the feeling of "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ngong&lt;/span&gt;" when answering a call when you are still sleeping ? I picked up my cell and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TADAA &lt;/span&gt;!!! It's from &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;UTAR FBF&lt;/span&gt; !!! Then i knew something might has happened and i finally answered. Rub rub rub my eyes and walked to my brother's room to continue the conversation (i also don't know why i would like to have the conversation at my bro's room instead of mine). Yea... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SCHOLARSHIP&lt;/span&gt; succeed !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i should be happy for this but it's kinda bothering me right now as the agreement-signing event would be on 6th Jan and i would only be back on 15th Jan. The only solution is to book tickets and fly back to get my agreement signed. *Sigh. Imma be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hong Gil Dong&lt;/span&gt; very soon (Hong Gil Dong is a character from old Korean folk tales whose specialty was to appear at different places). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From Sabah to Kampar i'm flying without wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And they call me Hong Gil Dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mon, Tue, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun i'm plagued by challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When it's night again, I'm so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scandal, please wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the last day of year 2010 and the new year is coming real soon. Did you have a nice year ? Any new year resolution for 2011 ? My resolution for 2010 was damn silly; to get rid of my double chin. *slap forehead !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i would like to have or execute the followings for 2011....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. To spend more time with my family and to love them more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. To keep in touch with my friends and to miss them madly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. To take care of my health 24/7. (no more trashy food and alcohol for the sake of my liver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. To take things lightly. (it's a good thing for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. To control my temper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. To learn more things about life and to think differently but not weirdly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. To keep my virtue and be humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. To be more hardworking, learn from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. To be more responsible to myself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. To love myself more. Zilianisme (自恋）???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the love and care from my family and friends, y'all were my source of strength and happiness in 2010. Everyone, please continue to support and shower me with love. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, &lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7978717973188093113?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7978717973188093113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/31-dec-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7978717973188093113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7978717973188093113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/31-dec-2010.html' title='31 Dec 2010'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8503929094158872185</id><published>2010-12-16T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps. This is a notice for y'all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going back to Sandakan at tomorrow (17th Dec) and this is the notification for it. So please don't tell me that i never inform any of you, okieee ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i guess i would not be able to access the internet so frequent during this sem break. So please take the initiative to contact me through my cell number at 016-8308807 instead of dropping me a message in FB. If mobile doesn't work, do not hesitate to send me a snail mail please, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours consideration and cooperation are much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holiday !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8503929094158872185?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8503929094158872185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8503929094158872185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8503929094158872185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5521876216890588160</id><published>2010-12-08T16:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:14:27.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><title type='text'>Sandakan Is Just Simply A Heaven</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Wednesday today and i'll be inhaling Sandakan air on next Friday night. Yahoooo !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, just like the title of this post, Sandakan is just simply a heaven. A heaven for FOOD. *&lt;i&gt;devil smiles.  &lt;/i&gt;The longer i stay in Kampar, the greater my desire for Sandakan's food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a list of food that i would like to enjoy for this coming sem break :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nam Chai Bak Kut Teh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9Ky89GEhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4dZRpTOyL9s/s320/130620101617.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548235505160032786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that Sandakan's Bak Kut Teh is the weird one because they add in a lot of spices perhaps, to make it tastes spicy. But, Me likey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Egg tart from Wing Hup Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9Ly53X3rI/AAAAAAAAAdk/72Mjy_DOu8o/s320/IMG_3126%25281%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548236603842354866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover." Although the egg tart looks ugly (not only in this pic, but every single egg tart sold in Wing Hup Lee is fugly), it tastes heaven !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Zha Yuk Dai Fun from Tanah Merah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9McQNr_rI/AAAAAAAAAds/O5857I6trBc/s320/IMG_3251_resize.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548237314216165042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard that "the more unhealthy, oily, salty the food is, the better it tastes" ? Well, it's rather oily but as long as it tastes great, who cares... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#we call Hor Fun as Dai (big) Fun in Sandakan. Don't ask me if mihun is called as Sai (small) Fun okayyy ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Korean Dishes from Seoul Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9LybS5QDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/n5_HoZQQVnU/s320/IMG_2926.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548236595636289586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been to this place before and i heard that the chef is a Korean. So i think the food would taste ORIGINAL gua.... I WANT TO TRY !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pei Dan Gau from Sim Sim Floating Eateries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9LyhvQfNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/P89V1bhb528/s320/IMG_3018.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548236597365865682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Homemade Bean Curd from Restaurant New City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9K0GYmBiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wqdEgXOfmaA/s320/IMG_2172.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548235524871161378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Penang Food Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9LyP5pCqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/MrowiHpAYBM/s320/IMG_2380.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548236592577579682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea...we do have Penang in Sandakan !!! I will rate the food here 9 points out of 10. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Black Pepper Minced Meat Mihun and Sweet and Sour Pork mee from San Mei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9LyOsUQsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/KLDrjNX863s/s320/IMG_2562.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548236592253256386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Zit Gong Bones from Equatorial Restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9KyzUcG9I/AAAAAAAAAck/mIMlfOv879g/s320/DSCN1786.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548235502573591506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Roti Kahwin from Kopitiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9McYwdiyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/mg4sUctUaQs/s320/p%2B038.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548237316509502242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Honey Sauce Pork Rice from Zaman Manis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Bei Fung Tong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuyoh !!! The food here is just simply HEAVEN !!! Sharks fin soup is available here for RM 10 per person/ bowl. I rate the food here 9.5 points out of 10. Strongly Recommended la !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Dim Sum from Ipoh Restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Char Siew and Wantan Kon Lou Mee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Soup Dai Fun with BBQ chicken from Mile 4 Pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Ice cream from 7 Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Chaw Kuey Teow from somewhere ( that my mom recommended so much to me )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Set lunch from Hawaii Restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9KzOTMnkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6q03KHhUn-w/s320/DSCN2977.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548235509816139330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sweet Corn and Crab Meat soup in Hawaii Rest. has a very generous amount of crab meat inside and the sweet taste of the soup is just nice..... *thumbs up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Tau Fu Fah from Mile 4 Pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9Kz9B3OTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UPfINi8eo30/s320/DSCN3149.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548235522359900466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Mommy punya FOOD la !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drooling huh ? No doubt, Sandakan is very famous for its food, not only for Seafood okay ???There are actually many more good food in Sandakan which were not listed here. Those food or places i listed here are the one that i visit frequently or wish to visit this time. So, if any of you plans to visit Sabah and food is your priority, no doubt, just visit AirAsia or MAS and click for Sandakan's ticket !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Slurp&lt;/i&gt; ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;# photos credit to "Food For Thought"  ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5521876216890588160?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5521876216890588160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/sandakan-is-just-simply-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5521876216890588160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5521876216890588160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/12/sandakan-is-just-simply-heaven.html' title='Sandakan Is Just Simply A Heaven'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TP9Ky89GEhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4dZRpTOyL9s/s72-c/130620101617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5363143925764534623</id><published>2010-11-21T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What's Going On ?</title><content type='html'>Yeah !!! What's going on ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was kinda strange as i realised that time is passing really slowly. I mean, November is a real-slow month for me. There are many things that can only be settled by the end of this month so that's why i am count-downing since the early of November. But today is only the 21st day of this snailly month. And i am getting my fingers crossed over many things right now. Uh, it's nerve wrecking enough... And also, my days to leave for Sandakan will be sooner with the end of November.... HooRAy !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I had my Pendidikan Moral midterm test today and what i could say was "It sucks" !!! It was my first time to go for a test in such type of conditions; no exact venue and time, it was a total chaos in Utar. Some of them waited for a few slots before they could take their tests. Pity to the max !!! I had a hard time to go into the room to take the exam, as well as to get out from the room. I tried my best to be calm but i was really pissed off when i left the test room. Finally, i pointed at some girls who were trying to enter the room while i was exiting the room and shouted at them, and survived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh !!! Please forgive me for whining again. Why is November such a snail month ? December, please come real fast ei... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless for everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5363143925764534623?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5363143925764534623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5363143925764534623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5363143925764534623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7721370142886461651</id><published>2010-11-15T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Penderaan Anak !!!</title><content type='html'>Yea. This post is all about the how parents treat their kids.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever heard about the following things before ? :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you don't get 100% in your tests, no dinner for you, okay ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you did not score perfectly, you'll be canned according to the marks that you've lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If you can't get the 1st place in your class, i'm not going to feed you !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A primary school kid goes for 5 tutors per week ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesss, believe me. These are the things that are still happening till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not kidding. I had encountered these kind of ridiculous stuff before. Nope, they were not happening on me but to some of my primary school friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I found that all these kind of so-called "for their (kids) own good" treatment from the parents are really too much. I understand every parents hope that their kids will be all smart smart smart to the max. But seriously and realistically, do you think those kind of treatment are really effective ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids will only got horrified from all these stress. Poor kids, they need to enter the cruel and freaking stressing world in such a young age. If the parents were to think that stress is good for the kids, fine... I can assure you that your kids will befriend with MR. and MS. Stress as soon as they have reached puberty and start to understand the world. Is it that necessary for them to face all these CACAT and retarded things ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, parents. If you love your kids, do let them to have a normal and proper life. If you were to let your kids to attend tuitions, a tutor is more than enough for a primary school kid. 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tutors are just a path to Tanjung Rambutan for your kids. Do you expect your kid will be a genius based on the number of tutors that he or she has ? Parents, please come back to your senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that kids love to play. If you were to let them choose between study and play, of course they will choose the latter. So do I. Parents' roles are to guide the kids, but not to give stress to them. "You'll not have dinner tonight for not having perfect score !!!" Do you want your child to have gastric in such an age ? Do you call this as love ? Where is the love ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine faced this kind of situation before. She was very stressful till the level that she would be always very "gan jiong" and  had teary eyes in classes. I would say that these treatments are some kind of mentally torturing treatments to the kids. If it continues, ..... please think of the consequences yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, my parents are those types who almost did not care about my studies at all. If those stupiak and ridiculous things were to be applied on me when i was a child back then, I can assure you that none of them will work on me. I will say "Fine, no dinner is better. I can take some snacks." I'm a monster who need freedom since young and i know that i'm going to be a very rebellious monster if everything was so strict for me. I'm grateful that my parents were not the strict type on me, even though they did not know that their child has such a personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, dear parents...please be more loving to your kids and try to put yourselves into the children's shoes. If you think that perfect scores can be scored as easily as ABC, why not you give it a try first and let's see how much you could score before canning your kids ? To my friends who have relatives or families that are stuck in these situations, sorry for being offensive. Do think of these phenomenas and the consequences. You can help to SAVE and GIVE the children a happier life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear kiddos, that's all I can do for y'all. I pray for y'all to be mentally and physically healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiddos...FIGHTING !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Although i do not have any relationship with the kids, I felt their pain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7721370142886461651?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7721370142886461651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/penderaan-anak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7721370142886461651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7721370142886461651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/penderaan-anak.html' title='Penderaan Anak !!!'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5448456008309247917</id><published>2010-11-10T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:18:14.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Almighty Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man and the woman brought this monster &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; to this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt; world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby took the first breath and shed her first drop of tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human came to the world with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing that we come to the world to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;suffer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The parents fed the baby monster well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all kinds of wild animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crocodile, bats, deer, pigeon, to bird nests &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the baby monster became the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;little monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tv, Power Rangers and Music became her companion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessed with another three siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little monster ruled the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little monster soon became a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;rebellious monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncountable wars happened between the monster with the man and woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teary war, shouting war to silent war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running away from the nice hut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the monster's biggest wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rebellious monster finally became a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;homeless monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For everything the monster will fight for herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monster met many ghosts in the cruel world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monster cared a lot about other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;homo sapiens &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ghosts'&lt;/span&gt; view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monster still managed to rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nobody knew what's hidden inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The homeless monster made herself a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monster is getting stronger day by day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking on another destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this monster's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ghosts and homo sapiens around her are just acting their fools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they ain't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt; without their crews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;weird monster&lt;/span&gt; has many faces in the outside world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;man, woman and three other monkeys&lt;/span&gt; are still her besties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monster doesn't believe that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Angels&lt;/span&gt; are present in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because she believes that the Five are more than granting her an Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Weirdo monster&lt;/span&gt; has a few friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They belong to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Digimon&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt; families&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Almighty Monster&lt;/span&gt; got sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Digimons and Pokemons will come over to offer her some great potion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A drop of them is more than enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shoppaholic, Youtubeholic Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will always got bad-mouthed by some ghosts who cannot keep their mouths shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"A spendthrift, a bookworm, a thoughtless, an attention-whore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevertheless, the directive monster learned a lot from the Monkey King of Journey to the West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Besides &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;金刚不坏之身&lt;/span&gt;, the Kungfu Monster has now upgraded herself to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wing Chun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hungry ghosts &lt;/span&gt;in the haunted Utar keep on bothering her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asking her to drop some leftover food for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just imagining the monster is a tree and the ghosts are shaking the tree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoping that at least some leaves will drop off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt; thing in this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cruel &lt;/span&gt;world is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cruel monster is not a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;STUPIAK monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ghosts will never win the Almighty Monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Almighty Monster&lt;/span&gt; feels like hitting the sack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And would like to take this opportunity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To thank the man and woman who brought her to this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nourishing her with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;and advises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to the Digimon and Pokemon family members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For being the best &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;highlighters&lt;/span&gt; in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then, sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monster Yitmun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5448456008309247917?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5448456008309247917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5448456008309247917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5448456008309247917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-feeling.html' title='Almighty Monster'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5292052311079335661</id><published>2010-11-04T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:39:10.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><title type='text'>I'm Busy Yet Crazy</title><content type='html'>Ding Dong Diang !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week has ended and it was filled with craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my classes as usual and became a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt; student during the Tamil tutorial class. Braiding in front of my tutor while smiling to him, and of course, he did smile back to me. ^^ Was really lazy and strengthless to write those Tamil words during the class and he finally questioned bout my laziness. Not to forget, i said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Naandri, Aiyaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (means : Thank you, Sir) before i left the class. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AHAHAHA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Pengajian Malaysia midterm test today at 8.15am and reached home at 9 ++. Rest a bit, made Tong Shui and corn, ate, then started to prepare for my scholarship interview held in this afternoon. Put on my formals, heels and not to forget, my &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;CHARMS&lt;/span&gt; that i'll bring along for each and every of my interview. Stepped out of my hostel, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUT UP AND LET'S GO !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me before i left and wished me GOOD LUCK. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"You sendiri 'Jap Sang' la,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said my mom. Called my dad after my mom ended our phone call and he just kept on saying  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Good Luck ah !!! x 10 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." That was how our conversation ended, perhaps he was busying during that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the fourth canditate and waited for an hour plus before getting my turn to be interviews. Equipped with the "Jap Sang" and "Good Luck" from my parents, i stepped into the meeting room and began the interview session. Well, i was not nervous during that interview as this is not the very first time for me to go for an interview. But the meeting room was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;goddamn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;cold and i had no cardigan or wat-so-ever with me. I am physically week recently that my body is always cold in air-cond rooms. I was shivering there but tried my best to hold it. It did not really affect me that much la, luckily ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidates before my turn had been complaining that the interviewers asked them silly questions. Well, for my case, my questions were still "ok-la"...not that stupiak or too tough from my opinion. The questions were not as challenging as what i got during the JPA interview. However, i just kept my virtue and responded modestly and thank &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, the interviewers did not bring along their guns to shoot me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many sleepless nights, being a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PMS bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the shivering interview, i felt like i'm totally worn out. Hence, i decided to continue to be a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lazy ass&lt;/span&gt;;  no assignments and lecture notes for tonight eventhough works are piling up and awaiting me to "&lt;em&gt;kao dim&lt;/em&gt;" them. I just wanna pamper myself for tonight with &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Maknae Rebellion",&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tong Shui&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fruits&lt;/span&gt;. It's simple enough yet very satisficing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting my craze for Tong Shui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TNLAbqqtuHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CAy7U_guk7k/s320/IMG_0457+(2).JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535698473534208114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bowl of Fu Chuk Tong Shui eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Deepavali&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5292052311079335661?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5292052311079335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-busy-yet-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5292052311079335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5292052311079335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-busy-yet-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Busy Yet Crazy'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TNLAbqqtuHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/CAy7U_guk7k/s72-c/IMG_0457+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3682706630225918901</id><published>2010-10-30T18:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:39:10.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Beverage'/><title type='text'>Cooking Diary</title><content type='html'>Wussup ??? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having busy for the whole week, i started to feel physically week and decided to make myself some good stuff to pamper myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hasma White Fungus Dessert (雪蛤雪耳糖水)&lt;/span&gt; today and here are the details on how to prepare it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ingredients :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hasma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. White Fungus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Red dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Rock Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dried longan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA-DZfaHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xAPN372n7U0/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533799108195608690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA-DZfaHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xAPN372n7U0/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Steps :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Soak the Hasma (in a dry form) in water overnight. After it became soft, it will become bloated and looks like clouds. Remove any dirts on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA9ux-8oI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RF9rDyXQHUo/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533799102661194370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA9ux-8oI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RF9rDyXQHUo/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bloated Hasma (looks like cloud) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Soak the White Fungus in water to let it become soft. It does not need to be soaked overnight. Remove any dirts on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put all of the ingredients into a clay pot with some water into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stew the whole pot of ingredients for 3 hours and you'll get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TADAA !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwAE9EvCnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kJtJ7Afvaic/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533798127245396594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwAE9EvCnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kJtJ7Afvaic/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dessert in clay pot with the lid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwAFOig15I/AAAAAAAAAbs/o4VdBTZ-WaQ/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533798131933697938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwAFOig15I/AAAAAAAAAbs/o4VdBTZ-WaQ/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA9UBZsVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eRXvc3W_EEo/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533799095478104402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA9UBZsVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/eRXvc3W_EEo/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Close Up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hasma&lt;/span&gt; is known for being a beauty food product. However, there are many health benefits that you could gain from Hasma. Hasma is good for the liver, kidneys, high in protein and minerals. Hasma is said to be beneficial to the brain also wah (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sorry, i can't really clarify this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and also able to increase&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; male libido&lt;/span&gt;. So, guys are welcome to give it a try too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom will not add in &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;white fungus&lt;/span&gt; when she make this dessert. But due to the feeling of greed and its chewiness, i made my own recipe. White fungus is good in fighting cough and it gives a feeling of fullness. It's good enough to replace dinner for people who are on diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red dates&lt;/span&gt; enhance blood circulation, which is dang useful for females. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dried longans&lt;/span&gt; are considered to help in insomnia and relaxation, be used as blood tonic and to nurture the heart. Meanwhile, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rock sugar&lt;/span&gt; is to enhance the taste of the tong shui... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to recommend ya'll to use &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;clay pot&lt;/span&gt; when making this tong shui. As clay is chemically inactive, it works well when you are trying to make tonic. This is the tradition of the Chinese and the same principle works for making soup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...there's another recipe that i want to share with ya'll. Do mix both &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Ha Foh Chou"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Gai Guat Chou"&lt;/span&gt; together with rock sugar to protect your body from the ridiculously hot weather. We usually will only boil either one of them with rock sugar isn't it ? But do trust me, both Ha Foh Chou and Gai Guat Choi are best partners. They made my day !!! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(note : do not put too much Ha Foh Chou, it is a bit bitter in nature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMv_e9kpETI/AAAAAAAAAbc/z5UNwJ_osVg/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533797474544193842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMv_e9kpETI/AAAAAAAAAbc/z5UNwJ_osVg/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Best Partners Leong Shui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope both the Tong Shui and Leong Shui work well on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Till then, take care !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have fun and cheers !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3682706630225918901?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3682706630225918901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooking-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3682706630225918901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3682706630225918901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/cooking-diary.html' title='Cooking Diary'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TMwA-DZfaHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/xAPN372n7U0/s72-c/IMG_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7696411708357745753</id><published>2010-10-29T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:18:14.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Lucifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It was a busy week, with lotsa bombs dropped at the same times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dietary meals&lt;/span&gt; are still going on. I guess this will be an on-going diet to prepare myself for all the good food in Sandakan.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *&lt;em&gt;slurp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Wednesday, Thursday and Friday (today) were totally crazy. Besides having insufficient sleep and rest due to my hectic schedules and works, Utar dropped me a bomb when i was having my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tamil&lt;/span&gt; lecture class on Wednesday evening. Well, I was informed to apply for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;scholarship&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which due on today 5.30pm. I couldn't make heads and tails of it as it was just a brief phone call from Utar and we made an appointment to go into more details on the next morning (Thursday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The officer greeted me and did some clarifying jobs for me regarding the scholarship. And, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;shytttsss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;started to happen. I was told to make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;three essays&lt;/span&gt; and to find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;three referees&lt;/span&gt; to recommend me for the scholarship. In the other words, i gotta prepare another three sets of letters of recommendation. Letters, essays, certification of certificates, seeking for referees...they utilized my whole day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I was supposed to submit my application form today together with all those documents. When i was about to print those letters of recommendation and to rush for my referees, I then realized i didn't get them saved in my pendrive. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holy Crap to the max !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Rushed back home finally settled everything by 1pm. Chilled myself in the library and continued my lecture class with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BOBO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;!!! This girl never fails in entertaining and releasing my stress when we crap like nobody business. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wakaka ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I was quite reluctant to apply this scholarship at first due to many reasons which i am not going to elaborate here. However, i made it and from here, i learnt a lot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;- I walked &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;ulang-alikally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; around Utar for sooo many times for this scholarship. U know, from block I to block H, then to block G and F, then to block B to block A, then back to block B, then back to block A and then...u ulang-alik with urself la ~~~ I've been doing this exercise for two consecutive days. And if any of you who get lost in Utar, please do not hesitate to contact me. I'm dang clear with Utar Perak Campus now !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;- I started to experience the taste of working in real workplace. Keeping my virtue, remaining calm and politeness are very important in this kind of situation in which one gotta really suppress oneself and to charm one's superior in order to get things done smoothly. But actually, I was really tired while completing all those writing, printing and walking jobs all the way long from Block I to Block A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Whether i could succeed to be qualified for this scholarship or not, i just wanna leave it in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God's &lt;/span&gt;hand. If i could make it, of course i'll be grateful but if i can't make it, what i could say is that "They got eyes but don't know &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Tarzan&lt;/span&gt;" (means they do not know how to value a person). &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*just kidding ok ?  I am not the type who like to heboh-heboh geh... *low profile suits me better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well, even though i know some of them would not be able to see this post, i still would like to thank these people for their support;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for encouraging me to give it a try (i was very reluctant at first),&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Abel Lee, Ms. Devagi and Ms. Kamaleswari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my ex-lecturers and tutors) for being my referees and did their best to cooperate with me. Once again, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCHIES&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I would also like to thank &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"&gt;LEE YIT MUN&lt;/span&gt; for her determination in transforming into a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;herbivour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for this epic dieting project.... &lt;i&gt;hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Till then, take care...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7696411708357745753?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7696411708357745753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucifer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7696411708357745753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7696411708357745753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/lucifer.html' title='Lucifer'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-1287523282201029466</id><published>2010-10-24T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Aggressiveness</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new trimester has started and this is the second week already. Time really flies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what really caught my consciousness recently is all about DIETING. I really gained lotsa weight during my short stay in Sandakan la ~~~ I kept on supervising myself on what i ate since i back to Kampar. I gotta shed away A LOT of fats before my next homecoming so that disaster won't happen to an incurable extent. The most sinful meal i took since i return to Kampar was McD. You know, "new toilet" wat..... I started to cut down on the amount of rice i eat every meal, substitute rice with corn instead to reduce the carbohydrate intake (*note : 100g of corn equals to 1/3 bowl of rice), take less meat, consume vege only for dinner, snow fungus dessert only for dinner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignments storm and assignment virus are coming to invade me. Well, assignments are welcomed as long as my internet connection is fine and the assignments are those "goyang kaki" assignment. Just finished a draft for the Emotional Intelligence individual assignment a while ago, hoping that it will be fine so that i do not need to spare my time to redo it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather in Kampar is freaking burning hot. I mean a SERIOUS one, ok... It was so hot until i cant sleep for the whole night, leaving me with blankness for tomorrow's classes. All i could depend on is just to make more herbal drinks to prevent my body from being heaty. I really wish my room has an air-conditioner... But, it is just only a WISH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(sorry for being unable to upload any piccas for ya'll coz my internet line is goddamn good here !!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i gotta stop here to find some info for my Pendidikan Moral assignment lohhhhh... Oh ya, before i forget, here's a sentence that i found to be worth-sharing; "Mulai saat ini, marilah kita bersama-sama bertutur dalam Bahasa Malaysia untuk memudahkan proses pembelajaran semester ini." (credits to Binno Wong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berapa lama sudah aku tidak bertutur dan menulis dalam Bahasa Malaysia ? Dapatkah anda merasai kekaratan Bahasa Malaysia aku ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#ps : please do inform me if any of you have any tips on dieting..thanks a lot ya ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-1287523282201029466?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/1287523282201029466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/aggressiveness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1287523282201029466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/1287523282201029466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/aggressiveness.html' title='Aggressiveness'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5475673103524959200</id><published>2010-10-13T17:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:36:11.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Ring Ding Doong</title><content type='html'>Hello readers... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for being in hiatus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. Was taking my sem break from the end of September till now and i gotta leave earlier due to the MUET speaking test this morning. *sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not blogging for almost a month cause life in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sandakan is heaven.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing really special happened during my short stay in Sandakan; just yumcha, stayed at home, playing Harvest Moon (ok, i know this was ages ago), playing with my siblings and k-session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, i wanna congratulate my mom for being successfully making me very "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;". BBQ, steamboat, 6 dishes with sharks-fin soup, king-alike breakfast,yummilicious dinner everynight; all these sinful meals had seriously helped my body to gain lotsa unnecessary fatty acids. I mean a real &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; okayyy ??? Good job man !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been leaving my Mera alone for many months and i had no interest to play with it until two nights before i left Sandakan. I got so absorbed into the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Heartbreaker Memo Clip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; that belongs to my brother and therefore, it's time for my Mera to work. I named it as Heartbreaker Memo Clip because of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APPLE&lt;/span&gt; !!! hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527476928997762034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TLWK-ykUI_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/hsc18nM1Fz0/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we shouldn't look down on the&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kpop virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My bro and i were invaded by the virus and of course, we sang like mad person. My bro likes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ring Ding Dong&lt;/span&gt; and we sang to it, but i realised that i only know one line only aside of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ring Ding Dong&lt;/span&gt;, that is "I called you Butterfly". The rest, i really don't know much bout it. So basically, the whole verse 1 of the song just consist of the butterfly line that i know. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 304px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527476932873224018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TLWK_BAS_1I/AAAAAAAAAbU/6Rx5vfMm4VA/s320/IMG_0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kpop madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took my flight back to the Peninsular yesterday (Tuesday) and attempted to study a bit while flying. But the whole thing got ruined by menstrual cramp i had. Holy crap !!! I tried to endure it but the pain was a "beh-tahan" one. Perhaps due to the sadness of leaving the jungle ? i don't know either. Then i finally stood up and demanded for painkillers from the flight attendants. Thank you,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AirAsia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i had my Muet speaking test this morning at Utar from 7.30 am to 10.10am. It actually took only half and hour to get the test done but due to being assigned to the fourth group, i waited for two hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Sorry for crapping here again. Thanks for viewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;an&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nyong goodbye adious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.... &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5475673103524959200?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5475673103524959200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/ring-ding-doong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5475673103524959200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5475673103524959200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/10/ring-ding-doong.html' title='Ring Ding Doong'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TLWK-ykUI_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/hsc18nM1Fz0/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4990749832357324432</id><published>2010-09-17T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What A Random Day...</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having my exam storm now till this coming Tuesday. And, and, and, I'll be back to Sandakan !!! wussup !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, my left hand's index finger went swollen and it was difficult to bend it. I guess some kind of unknown insects had had a taste of my finger. I was relieved that it didn't happen to either my right hand cause it would be difficult for me to write nor it happened to my middle finger. If not, i surely could take it for granted to *&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beep beep beep&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;you know what i'm talking about? ei&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJVIFaEMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Qd66y7Kw0_I/s1600/Picture0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517834595755233474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJVIFaEMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Qd66y7Kw0_I/s320/Picture0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Principles of Microeconomics exam today in the morning and when i was on the way to campus, i started to feel sleepy in the car. Not because i didn't have enough sleep the night before, it was because i can't be 100% awake if i was forced to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at campus and felt like going to the washroom. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Holy crap&lt;/span&gt; !!! Guess what ? Yea lo, went to the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;male's&lt;/span&gt;. ***Kekeke to the max. I used my whole body to push the heavy door and closed it. Then i saw two guys were &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;peeing&lt;/span&gt; there !!! Wakaka...(* i didn't see anything that i shouldn't see okaayyy??? no worries...) At that point of time, then i knew something was wrong and came out. My bunch of friends were at the front of the washroom and knew what actually happened when i laughed so hard while coming out from the washroom. I was not embarrassed but i just couldn't help but to laugh only. It was so funny actually and i wondered what had happened to me actually, Too sleepy or too blurrr ? It was not my fault actually cause i really didn't know that the last washroom in Block H for male and female is reversed. I usually visit the first two washrooms and because of that, this incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are close with me, you could actually know how &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;clumsy, bongok, dongoi and stupiak&lt;/span&gt; i can be. Poor sense of direction, can't recognise places, keep on asking my friends what date is today... These are the few habits of mine that i still can't fix it up till now. In conclusion, Yitmun is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUMBO&lt;/span&gt; in life...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Yitmun, i hope you will open your eyes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIG BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough when you pay a visit to the washroom no matter where you go in the future. Although you yourself do not feel any embarrassment, you won't know how the opposite party feel right? Didn't your parents teach you on how to see the washroom sign ? Or didn't you learn from any books ? In case any of you who have the same problem as mine, kindly &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scroll down&lt;/span&gt; to learn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJUTMNKjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LQabCWiVMVc/s1600/bathroom-sign-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517834581556668978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJUTMNKjI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LQabCWiVMVc/s320/bathroom-sign-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJU3qUCNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dsmnlSnvpF4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517834591346624722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJU3qUCNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dsmnlSnvpF4/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you were to hang out with me and i feel like going to the washroom for any kind of reasons, please give me a word of reminder ya !!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. It's time to wash now and continue my 2ne1tv !!! yoohoo... Bbyong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a nice day !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4990749832357324432?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4990749832357324432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-random-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4990749832357324432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4990749832357324432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-random-day.html' title='What A Random Day...'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TJNJVIFaEMI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Qd66y7Kw0_I/s72-c/Picture0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7635994297250568839</id><published>2010-08-22T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:37:08.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downs'/><title type='text'>Glory and Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkWaMSVIs88&amp;amp;feature=search"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkWaMSVIs88&amp;amp;feature=search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkWaMSVIs88&amp;amp;feature=search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.15 am..Yes, i'm blogging at this kind of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched the video ? Some of you might thought that i'm too in love with&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; G Dragon&lt;/span&gt; to the extent that i started to imagine myself as&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; G Dragon&lt;/span&gt;. Yea, i do adore him but i uploaded this video for the sake of helping myself to express my &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, he and i are different. He is a singer with swagger all around him while i'm just a student. But the narration in this video do expresses my feelings the best, i could say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scoring well in exam doesn't mean everything. Does being the top student means that one can only hang out with those top students as well ? Does it means that one's time can only be spent for revision ? Does it means that when one's do not feel like going out at night, one is a person who likes to isolate him or herself from the others ? Does it means that one couldn't do any other things beside revision and study ? I'm not sure either....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why should my result be the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;center of attention&lt;/span&gt; in every conversation that i'm involved in ? Why couldn't i enjoy a comfortable conversation with ease ? Why couldn't everyone treat me as an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; human ? Why couldn't anyone believe that i do have &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;weaknesses&lt;/span&gt; as well ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A 4.0-er do have flaws. A 4.0-er is not born to be excellent in everything. A 4.0-er still need to learn. A 4.0-er still need to be &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt; as well. A 4.0-er needs to be treated fairly. Nevertheless, a 4.0-er will lost its "4.0" title too. Nobody will dominate a particular thing forever, so do i.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody knows how much i've been through till now.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.0, 4.0, 4.0&lt;/span&gt;....what do these digits represent ? And who am i without these figures ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Someone tell me please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodmidnight....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7635994297250568839?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7635994297250568839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/08/glory-and-agony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7635994297250568839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7635994297250568839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/08/glory-and-agony.html' title='Glory and Agony'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5498125047855575431</id><published>2010-08-08T13:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:35:27.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Solar's Confession</title><content type='html'>A-yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a good and blessed Sunday morning i shall say. It was the first night that i could sleep without much worries and yea, the power of 11+ hours of sleep is more than enough to feed me with happiness and even can resist the demand of my stomach...kekeke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Midterms had over and i wish i could have some activities to recharge myself since i'm s drained out after those electric-vomitting assignments and tests. I wish to go to KL as soon as possible but my dad told me to wait till his friend come over so that i can bring stuff from Sandakan back to this deserted Kampar. "Yes sir. I gotta obey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya...I've been addicted to &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Usher's Confession&lt;/span&gt; lately. Yea, i know this song was ages ago. Addicted to this song since Form 1 or 2 i guess, but it was just for a while. And now, the addictive &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;berries &lt;/span&gt;are getting stronger now. No doubt, just like this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TF5E5z0dBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/zGh-Jyip_JQ/s1600/300px-Usher-Confessions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502911554646771426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TF5E5z0dBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/zGh-Jyip_JQ/s320/300px-Usher-Confessions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey hey...i'm in love with the songs by this man too. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TAEYANG&lt;/span&gt; !!! Not because of his &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;choco abs&lt;/span&gt;, but because of his songs for sure. His songs are my long time favourite. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TF5HB5yS3lI/AAAAAAAAAak/CeLOMbtwaHA/s1600/20100701_taeyang19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502913892710538834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TF5HB5yS3lI/AAAAAAAAAak/CeLOMbtwaHA/s320/20100701_taeyang19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i really got the feel of yelling a &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Oh My God"&lt;/span&gt; to myself when i looked at my room. I don't think the word "messy" could describe the state of my room. Messy is just a word to grace myself. I bet my room is in a worse state than the guys'. No wonder my friend often describe me as a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; MALE &lt;/span&gt;and even chose me as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/span&gt;... Ok, i will take the initiative to clean my room today...My closet !!! Urghhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, take care... Bbyong&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/8861066167924878672-5498125047855575431?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5498125047855575431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/08/solars-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5498125047855575431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5498125047855575431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/08/solars-confession.html' title='Solar&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TF5E5z0dBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/zGh-Jyip_JQ/s72-c/300px-Usher-Confessions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2364076440220617966</id><published>2010-07-31T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Need A ....</title><content type='html'>Hello readers...i've been hiatus for a month i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a busy bee since a month ago. Tests, assignments due and presentation buried me with lotsa burden and i had so many sleepless nights. 2 days of weekeends per week have been reduced to 1 day per week as all the tests were conducted on every Saturday. Next week will be a super busy week i can say. 3 tests on Saturday and 1 presentation on Monday. After the Saturday of Week 10, i'll be freed, just for a while cause i'll be hit by another storm ----&gt; FINAL EXAM !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been this kind of breathless situation for a month and the things that i wish to do the most now are to go for shopping and to meet some of my friends. Thanks to the endless midterm tests, i couldn't go to KL to meet my friends. And one of my bestie, Chui Yee, is going to leave for UK soon. I always pray that i could at least meet her once before she leaves. I know that i gonna regret it if i miss this last chance to meet her before she leaves. I pray hard that Utar will not be so cruel to give some barriers when the time approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, seriously, betul- betully...i really wanna go for some shopping sessions. I got really frustrated for being confined in Kampar for more than 2 months. I seem like do not know what's happening to the outside world. It seems like i'm living in Mars while you all are living in Earth. What the heck is this ? I wonder how Kamparian could survive for so long...ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...please take me out from this full-of-lakes place as soon as possible. I rather stay at my jungle hometown and rest in my house which is located at the tree top with escalator facility. God, i beg you to let me to graduate as soon as possible...Amitofo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have nothing much to update. Just to conteng something here to let ya'll know that this blogger is still alive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to everyone. Bbyong ~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2364076440220617966?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2364076440220617966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2364076440220617966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2364076440220617966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need.html' title='I Need A ....'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-8592798801026546862</id><published>2010-07-06T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>D.A.T.E</title><content type='html'>Hey yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Degree&lt;/span&gt; life is really a tough one for me. Classes till 8pm and classes start at 8am in the next day is really driving me crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Assignments&lt;/span&gt; are just murduring me as i need to do all those compilation works, check through all the work SOOOO many times, dedicate my time to polish the assignments and need to help the groupmates to polish their work too. It's really hard for me to say NO to them if they asked me to check on their work...I mean i'm fine to check on their work cause it's a part of my job too in the assignment. But when i just come back from a whole-day-long study from campus, not even bathed yet, i received e-mails from here and there, telling me to check their parts. Even if i'm darn tired to the extent that my eyes can't even open to look at those wooooords and my back pain is urging me to apply some &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;YOKO-YOKO&lt;/span&gt; for them, i still gotta check the work. However, it's better than they don't even want to do their job, rite ? I wonder how i did i manage to survive during my Foundation Sem 2 with 6 assignments and presentations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tests&lt;/span&gt; are coming real soon and i gotta be prepared well...all the best to my friends ya.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Emotion&lt;/span&gt; is the thing that i'm constantly learning to control. Being mattered with issues like gossip, busybuddies, interaction with group members, tests, assignments and etc, it's really easy for me to go crazy. But i'm learning to ignore those &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;shyyyytttsss &lt;/span&gt;and just look for fun in my life...kekeke...For those busybodies, thanks for being so interested in me and i would like to tell you to shift your attention to other people or other things instead of me. I'm not someone who's so prominent. Stop digging stuffs about me and causes so much trouble to other people. I hereby would like to say lotsssa of thanks to you, dearest bunch of busybodies.... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i'm freaking tired recently and yoko-yoko has been my companion, nope i mean a close companion of mine recently. If i continue to be like this, i can feel that my eyes vessels are going to burst soon. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;^&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are reading this, i wish you lots of good luck and have a good health. *winky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love u all ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbyong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-8592798801026546862?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/8592798801026546862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/07/date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/8592798801026546862'/><link 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who will call me as bb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who is my fellow blackjack and vip kaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have a friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who will drive me out when i'm sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;attempted to accompany to drink even he doesn't like it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;who will tell me to keep my virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"sek sek" and cheer me up when i'm stressed up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who will call me as "ah mun",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;just like my own family member...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who made me giggled with the calling of "beiiibehhhh"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;whom i used to hate very much in the beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and now had became a buddy of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who will shout "yitmun !!!" whenever she saw me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;whom i will keep on fighting with when we meet each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who will find me to become their listeners when they needed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who are willing to listen to all my crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who will call me as their "dear"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who will say "i miss u" to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are all my true friends who gave me the support that i need in every second that i'm living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're my chocolate, my sweetest chocolate ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really wanna have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Thank you very kamsa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TCyOemYcIqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FD7WmNtOMzA/s1600/19748_321123404238_567214238_3326019_4004759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488918702208066210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TCyOemYcIqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FD7WmNtOMzA/s320/19748_321123404238_567214238_3326019_4004759_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TCyOemYcIqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FD7WmNtOMzA/s72-c/19748_321123404238_567214238_3326019_4004759_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-2582527413287872749</id><published>2010-06-28T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:39:10.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downs'/><title type='text'>Chitty Chitty Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some busybodies are just trying to butt in my affairs... It's rather funny i felt actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that the fact that i don't feel like talking will cause so much controversy recently. Why must i please everyone in anytime huh ? I have my freedom to decide whether to talk or not..but what's so big deal huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can call me lan c or cool or whatever you wanna. You have the right to describe me with whatever you wanna and yes, i just do what i wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to act close or friendly with anyone who is new to me, for just the sake of getting acknowledgement from those people, saying that "wah, yitmun is so friendly and funny..very easy to approach." Responding with "hahaha" even the conversation is not funny at all, it's sickening. Wearing a mask to get acknowledgement from others, i rather don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not born with a smiley face so you can say that i look hard to approach at the first sight. Albeilt of all these, i have the right to decide when i should smile and when i don't. It's all up to me. Whether to approach me or to get to know me more, it's also up to you. But please don't butt into my business and i don't have the intention to make a colony of Hi-Bye friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't need to be acknowledged by everyone. As long as i'm dang clear with what i'm doing and my friends know what type of person i am, i'm easy on it. I know who are the friends who really love and care about me and yes, they are the source of strenght for me. They'll lend me their ears if i need them.  *&lt;em&gt;thanks a lot   =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to please everyone because it's tiring. Don't expect to control me because i just do what i wanna. Don't just try to make a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me well and tried to butt into my business, what i'm gonna tell you is just to "mind your own business." Please don't wait until i'm fully bombed up and let you have a taste of the consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yitmun today is not the yitmun of yestersday. I'm dare to be directive just to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;Popeye ~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-2582527413287872749?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/2582527413287872749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2582527413287872749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/2582527413287872749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html' title='Chitty Chitty Bang Bang'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-7667695258043720069</id><published>2010-06-21T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:24:14.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Lovely Accounting Days...</title><content type='html'>Wussup !!! I should be sleeping in this kind of time but something made me to have a sudden urge to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my Accounting Framework tutorial just now and this tutorial is mainly about ledger. So of course, i was doing those T-accounts while enjoying some songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing when i was doing the account was that my memories in Form 4 and 5 Accounting class kept on flashing through my mind. It reminded me with every sweet and bitter stuff that had happened in those 2 years of Accounting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Miss Teo will "reward" us with at least 10 questions for us to enjoy at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fung always got scolded by Miss Teo for being lazy...wakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* How i was &lt;em&gt;ketuk&lt;/em&gt; by Miss Teo for placing Capital Account in the debit side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The whole class was punished by Miss Teo for not answering her questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;* How we talked bad about Miss Teo when she stormed out of our class after scolding us and she heard the whole bad-talking process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How i made sure to get enough sleep the night before accounting classes so that i could keep in pace with Miss Teo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* How we used to have our additional class at Dewan Bacaan at 7 am in the morning while other classmates (those who were not taking accounting) were sleeping soundly in their warm beds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I used to spend the most money in buying Buku Lejar to do the accounts (RM2.50 per book lo...goddamn it !!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* How i got teased by Fung for doing the accounts in a turtle-like pace ( he won me lo, k ? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haih...if i were to list all those good memories with my classmates, it gonna be a super duper ultra bla bla bla long post... I do cherish all those sweet and happy moments during the accounting class back in F4 and F5... How wonderful it is if there's a time machine now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should enjoy my Accounting class in Utar for the coming weeks, although i'm not really enjoying it now...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BByong !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-7667695258043720069?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/7667695258043720069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-accounting-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7667695258043720069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/7667695258043720069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovely-accounting-days.html' title='Lovely Accounting Days...'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3671192315192524634</id><published>2010-06-20T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:02:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy's Day</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey.... It's D-Day today !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: All Papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Father's Day to ya'll... Do stay healthy and continue to be the hero of the family... Please continue to support and dote your children as they need them to grow well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Thanks for the advices and support and we'll continue to work hard to not disappoint you.. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TB2f1W8xQnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-QD2-qMOMms/s1600/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484715660249481842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TB2f1W8xQnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-QD2-qMOMms/s320/DSC00930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss u ~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-3671192315192524634?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/3671192315192524634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-daddys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3671192315192524634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/3671192315192524634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-daddys-day.html' title='Happy Daddy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TB2f1W8xQnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-QD2-qMOMms/s72-c/DSC00930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-4772740894319585858</id><published>2010-06-06T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:37:08.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Who Copied Who ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TAuFR72NptI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8RVS3p4TZco/s1600/mun,harang,ty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479619914795689682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TAuFR72NptI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8RVS3p4TZco/s320/mun,harang,ty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wussup!!! My fav boy and man are using my hairdo when i was a baby. Doesn't it look cute ? ㅋㅋㅋ..... Are they liking it so much ? Do u like it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbyong ~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-4772740894319585858?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/4772740894319585858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-copied-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4772740894319585858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/4772740894319585858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-copied-who.html' title='Who Copied Who ?'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/TAuFR72NptI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8RVS3p4TZco/s72-c/mun,harang,ty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-5321820453912468589</id><published>2010-06-04T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:17:12.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Week 1 of Y1T1</title><content type='html'>Hello readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt; : This is a long post. If you can't stand it, kindly click "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;" at the right side of this window....thankiu &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my week ? Scroll down and check it out... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29/05/2010 : Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived Kampar in a half-dead situation. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30/05/2010 : Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to my new room. It's "wind cool water cold" in my room (temporary). I don't know what's gonna happen soon or later because the weather in Kampar is sooo unpredictable... &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31/06/2010 : Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Block A's Admission department of Utar to get my bill in the morning. Due to their utar's high efficiency *ahem, i was overfed with the word "wait for a while ya" by the staffs. Of coz, i got bombed up as i'd waited so long and they kept on giving me excuses. *pissed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my bill after some serious oil palm tree and duckling drawing session at the admission office. Went to Block F to pay the bill. Gosh !!! The que was damn looong and i ended up with cutting the que *paiseh... Paid the bill and went to block H for the timetable. *Shyt !!! The room was overloaded with students and somemore it has no air-con. We were steaming like hell in the room and yes, i cut the cue again !!! *paiseh paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to attend my first class of the day and yea, my class ended at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;01/06/2010 : Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept as i was physically challenged from all those marathon-like jobs. The tutor of Microeconomics called me as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ip Man&lt;/span&gt; and i was assigned to do question 4 in the next tutorial so see if my econs is as good as my Wing Chun. *faints. Attended classes and again, my class ended at 8pm.... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;02/06/2010 : Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept a bit and my class was at 8am. Seriously, it's freaking tiring as it's not even an exact 12 hours break for me since the class ended at 8pm the day before. Had a serious chat and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lan c&lt;/span&gt; session with Hyung and our some of the content of our conversation got leaked. *OMG !!! We said "babai" multiple times but it's hard to have the real "babai" in every conversation we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;03/06/2010 : Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Chun Way, Grace and Aili at the library, dirty jokes of course with Chun Way's presence. Dirty jokes continued till lunch and went siao in the lecture hall before the class started. Went for a serious restock session with Yilin and Yixun. Thanks to both of them for being my consultant and they definitely helped me to spend wisely. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;04/06/2010 : Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird breakfast today, crackers with blackcurrant jam and a glass of glucose solution. Cooked a bowl of noods which satisfied my taste buds so well. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*happy&lt;/span&gt;. Misbehaved in lecture hall during the five-minutes break. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*evil smile&lt;/span&gt;..Class ended at 5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially taking Bachelor of Commerce in Accounting now and there are a real damn-hard subjects for me in taking this course. Anyway, all the very best to me and my fellow friend who are currently pursuing their studies too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Babai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bbyong !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8861066167924878672-5321820453912468589?l=yitmun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/feeds/5321820453912468589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-1-of-y1t1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5321820453912468589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861066167924878672/posts/default/5321820453912468589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yitmun.blogspot.com/2010/06/week-1-of-y1t1.html' title='Week 1 of Y1T1'/><author><name>Yit Mun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760832831238647072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/SmJZPHBwRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wO9KZx6lrPE/S220/emun3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861066167924878672.post-3192868549658746371</id><published>2010-05-01T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:21:13.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>#2: Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;30/04/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camwhored in the bedroom while mom was watching tv in the bedroom and got interrupted by this kiddo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2QT_WelI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U5d4MpU9v5c/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2QT_WelI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U5d4MpU9v5c/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466303701592734290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2QT_WelI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U5d4MpU9v5c/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kacau only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2QT_WelI/AAAAAAAAAZM/U5d4MpU9v5c/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2PXqgenI/AAAAAAAAAZE/M9NCT2u9gRI/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2PXqgenI/AAAAAAAAAZE/M9NCT2u9gRI/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466303685399181938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA87ouV_z5w/S9w2PX
