tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24666345379107402142024-03-06T14:32:18.920+08:00An Image of My IllusionDaniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-39601529035460941072009-11-04T23:15:00.013+08:002009-11-05T15:42:34.998+08:00Malacca Site Visit 2/10/2009 - Day Two: It's Hot, Hot, And Did I Say Hot!!!?<div style="text-align: left;">*Sorry for the late delay, here's the second day of Malacca site visit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Woke up in the morning (can't remember the time) and ate our first breakfast in the hotel. Nothing special, there were local food like fried rice and noodles, hash browns, mashed potatoes, cereal, buns, cakes, fruits, omelette, etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>At least that managed to keep my stomach full for the rest of the morning.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time for another tutorial session before we go for site searching. Luckily I got an idea about my site already.</div><div><br /></div><div>My site was located at the carpark near the bridge. I chose it because of the human and traffic flow around it and also the fact that the bridge is used by almost everyone to cross the river. Overall it's strategic for expanding my media empire (evil laughs), uhh...my <i>client's</i> media empire...^_^"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvd9msYe2jKNSJtFp80DrQzsVA6l59tfT5_uCrpmjBV5PgvwtPltgMv7XW0gF8rBU9AebHJF4Ye3QCo_avfAxbiSLWlmGAum7YZ3ZOk0opPYdc96zdOBPJqRsnDbKNcQ4lLlUldDdmoZLL/s400/P1011316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298830718868098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Aqfyf3LkM2gaeR0pEL3IMZNvwFyjIuNxgx7xtoG_39qKApcKEsD3fJPr7L90xniYUaCrVOzAB9wkJ_nWSK5jXxrqOYAqXp7YI1gPraMZq0bS2-wZMPNElW4iYN01ww1_QgHgpYxsoSZ0/s400/P1011347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301378674673426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The sun was getting hot by then, and I mean very hot. I don't know what terrible things had the generations of Sultans done to deserve this curse of the eternal scorch by the golden beam. But I guess the tourists are loving it every single day. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I had to stay at my site to sketch and take photos. It did not take a genius to note down "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">incredible heat during midday</span>" as part of the site analysis. </div><div><br /></div><div>We even climbed to the second floor of the huge <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">red building</span> that sells cookies to get some good views.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfld-Z35MOGb73ZU_g3EPkcS0i0h9_n75mnyjBhl5yxA1Um9J0FBIqZlVjcpSEENG136Jh02q8h2P-hSxdPOrTpAFSKdOcajSdE9F42KMzP16BDiN4zAoXxVq1ro4WWnbMWCRdghaPWJ5E/s400/P1011306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298816993538482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cmG7Srdz3v_wss5o6U1os9nqsJ-MhYspIUHvKAAx6BBx-FsJokiRr3Qvba33h2AskBkbb3bbEqmT0RhaA2EXyNyEY5h5g1IbLj7SJ15HhdhyphenhyphenJRb6ypHqK_MvGTZwwFRz3WmsvAzBJVX9/s400/P1011309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298827109915314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>After that me and Jin Fong crossed the bridge to the other side to take some photos of the buildings there. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8Q4Z4U6QtoLrFuGwAydG6cUY-uoNBBFCqwzQCGMpi4WbBIpwxSXn0M8NYrUealPnH1jt0-qFzjJtoLNwRq3dCxHfEawERCGNqj5pDxOaxc5kC03NeJur5XWLq8c9tKH89dhp7sjqm4_P/s400/P1011330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298837862559042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">St. Xavier's</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>We even went into this shop that sells old <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">money</span> bills and coins for collectors. Both of was staring at the bills behind the display glass and as an avid collector, she was getting too excited. After some chatting with the owner, she managed get some for her collection. Yes, use money to buy money, nothing wrong there :D. I was interested in some of the Chinese coins though, but didn't get any :(.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5OP4kutlfKleISpVWreNvB-e-gK-e9QsyUeumimReDyVf2sBZV_jzcy2Dm7-mstoFuIqYIlUYsrzTJ50G3BSJkLQeKABUh8x057FiFWqAYzakQ2XDbuPc70zRhIlB0uTnAI4sJ4zZfWd/s400/P1011331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400298841864584578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioHonvLgDiA1d5AtsPsDfYiwIVkpItEa6v14lqk8oyG5XL5RAvODbzXcy5cshcp67CvM1k-xC9AMxpfbN0zOviKEhA4V_1uitDQZBYxamc3pzoFIs7QXPPxHbzApywijWrT5TzDD3J78F/s400/P1011333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301356161151906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL41b_eSt0X-YDVSLf1LwRyhgBshtZ2JOlRkq10_OkCVlrRMLWUeef_gx2mLg-rwktkdDvf9JFg0hj4-c7SILxxmL6QHLyac7rr3Jg4X3Cja_09kHSWvQdPe9HykCvZFdYrBWguIT4SI04/s400/P1011334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301362667908146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFMJnTP04-fRVAgT_c-E1DxPUAI4tLsmmRhst7Dq1vAHxQqil0GzZ1I20veHvoIAPpPpI0LDSD0flBNQbCKdx9T8ajTtOa1FMlLN-D7vC_Q9xtINgnrzYxC6OkckrDgiwJuJoQ9Y4Gk1M/s400/P1011336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400301374383822514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Shop owner: I'm so happy that young people like you are still interested in collecting old money.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, collecting old bills and stamps is rarely seen today. I myself didn't even touch my stamp books for years, let alone my pathetic little collection of money and coins. I'd rather collect my thoughts for now though.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I digress.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time for some break and cool down. So we went for some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">cold dessert</span> and horrible fruit <i>rojak</i>. It is safer to eat the Indian <i>rojak</i> in Malacca instead.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWJRTogCRGApq8OevoI3mNzZIXTi-3SG512dADRttjGn9Aonsgq_7S8TX95VHHxmv8Hd4d1t2CzU1FqDpSlGAptTB9B7-mHpQf-29FK09kIdNTVYuwHjUtUsLOaDGsA_aNPhxutEyTkBN/s400/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400520080620303506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>We couldn't stand the heat and went back to the hotel. On the way me and Chris stopped by a shop that sells famous <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">popiah</span></i> to takeaway some for lunch.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyEDzoF3F7a1CnRXy8pJilR50yGJ9Ts95DBLWI441jT_0E5AolZrji8JPlBnLU5lVfCAE3sPpeYFhcD2uo6Pzz8AxyQbyJCFxD5SH-XPM3fsRzMwE62IR4Y4Epx78VXjzXlzZON0LfMsP/s1600-h/P1011339.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWyEDzoF3F7a1CnRXy8pJilR50yGJ9Ts95DBLWI441jT_0E5AolZrji8JPlBnLU5lVfCAE3sPpeYFhcD2uo6Pzz8AxyQbyJCFxD5SH-XPM3fsRzMwE62IR4Y4Epx78VXjzXlzZON0LfMsP/s400/P1011339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400520845840311986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The popiah was good, nothing like what I've tasted before. The ingredients were different and they came in quite big proportion too. Got in a bit of an accident with the dripping sauce and my pants but all was well as long my tummy was happy :D. </div><div><br /></div><div>Time for another brief tutorial session again to check on our progress before we go out again. I was just looking forward to the night market setting up in a few more hours. </div><div><br /></div><div>By evening, stalls were already setting up. We grabbed some snacks and were joined by a few friends for dinner. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwSpGhvFGg_y_fKvDN8PJpTWt-H4TfwdDfqhTY9QIo66JGJfh_2KBz-GLlFXcOzHUQ8WqFUFIPp7RXbYxcjqVrToBhuIOV7vGm7o8n0zkYzH6p2OH3KKmX6mIFYMY0Y-Xk1HnhBRVtTIO/s400/P1011432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400303884629918034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyifMY5HNBzBZD4ng47y-RWlDglfBEKeIrLNrVCKJKQx918WquT8L8UH7TPL7dXeeX8-EdoU3dJdSceX8dyAF6o5X8GXdi0Z61i9exV9GFtywEh-rvdWSmb9due6YkBI20tipQ8otBNeE4/s400/P1011437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400303903232110930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Walked (and whined) all the way from Jonker Street to a restaurant that sells the infamous <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC6600;">satay celup</span></i>. I personally don't mine walking a few more miles just for food.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLjARG8UxOg0QPPcVyPoQ5YCAHhv4AHvt4LJ1ZG2SPMYE7pafrMxrpUQ_uNIfZqpIs98hCowTUAZdgCU57caoI-7KJkbTsZ6qFApQRPnqDnJBPXTlmWwpMEc8YzRl-ImwzgW7z5-phei07/s400/P1011434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400303895785337826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Total bill around RM60 if I'm not mistaken. It wasn't the most hygienic way of eating but as long as this not-very-clean-freak doesn't get stomach ache he's fine with it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went back to the night market again since we didn't have time to look around earlier. A few of them wanted to try out the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">fake tattoos</span> at one of the stalls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jin Fong having her butterfly faux-ttoo done</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhapw4kVMehOGBHwZYj6UkaKGdkFBmxMWyGEe9QhsKabvZKxHqrkrpCcleEv4Lzm9aSKRwqIEqtNR2Z5qeetbbKeypssSM9FfgY-sEuis_jstzWFNSVRdTN9sehvHH7Lc1Qz2oAFP5fDJjX/s400/P1011457a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400506053430981746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Kim and her Indian inspired hand faux-ttoo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbj-bRFxwIxc8z2TSRSrYchxLaZLfTGoL8dpgOCAf0lNUd3ng7T-Oz9Bmktqx4U5O1dFf6JH9TP-gjQ8rmDyUzhWE17Wil3EGbmLewWyP9s412YbzQ3jJ65x2Ej8lQIDOnKclZ5MKdosbW/s400/DSC00881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400506079519083394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Emrys wanted his Chinese (phonetically translated) name, 恩历思 and his girlfriend's on his inner arm.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogWW5KjOpXs8JnzK_lEFetdUdiO67GgLAoHCM_ohyphenhyphen8LZcPR71d18sW9NkPrMc8TftNmjohijJZkRPmmecLMnTI_WcOVajSIw8bXqYZyt4YbO4JE9HbFn2VbB8YdGjUMcofkfbCVEt_OWJ/s400/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400506070239575410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Me and Chris had to do some research to draw out certain Chinese characters that weren't in the catalogue. The font was too pictogram-ish. What we did was we referred to the radicals on other characters in the catalogue.</div><div><br /></div><div>Remembering what my other friends did <a href="http://danieliciouspieceofme.blogspot.com/2009/10/malacca-site-visit-1102009-day-one.html">last night</a>. I suggested that we go to the St. Paul's church around midnight for fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was a bit disappointed actually. It wasn't that scary. The inside was dark but I could still see where I was going. I hope I wasn't being sacrilegious. The abandon church didn't look haunted to me, but isn't there a mausoleum nearby or something? A God knows how many soldiers had died around the fortress centuries ago. Maybe I should check back the photos I took O.O.</div><div><br /></div><div>And so went went back and had a drink at a bar until it was closing time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcu3LHfUoP6zqGF641rd8z_FYBpuEooWQlz410Uh5POqZfLua49rAjOrrfdNpg54txAbMZev92ywdic-zYaNXlaebLDnyoMkIHcxHxGIqfayMvWjsKeBD5n9qvAa25FrKu55tkgOQmVaNP/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400506067302721938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8CTWoUzRkTNFl9b4piUfXeWDIx0Fr3mqAzc_CM0uanL0qc9TWixXYGT3jM-DAOnNiodVx_7tkCFNEE-0K8Sfy70vIaIPclp78GJirss-KKAH1Ltd_RIgOFm4hKcES62lb90xIJB42V1hT/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400506056834810322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 97px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Two days gone and one more to go. Time for museums!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HXkZiLaVtvW8rIuWYz08XaE-fAHsmax4BXq_FYwBgk07Mn5gQgFErDDxJ16HemT6oZXXVfgbexKYTNteXDCWnAqOCRBupcjAxRqCyRZK8XY-Wv40DesxuF2uH0-0Ag34CtmZtjKs9GRl/s400/P1011458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400303909893814066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-40895863211858553402009-10-04T22:25:00.014+08:002009-10-15T22:45:34.006+08:00Malacca Site Visit 1/10/2009 - Day One: The Old Town and the New Town<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3nwgP5sP-Hi9XV5ZJlVdtjTn4XzM997BSY4eVXKAnFMU3P1HZd2KRjBEcKu-BpcUqnP1eBRfdKOkAG9EaXTjT-5OWkHpKershn0IULG_f1y2nm9-ORZoUBKR35u37r2viHYkkacdyOHq/s1600-h/P1011283.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTswDbIk0_VDVfLjwKThMp_ho4Zt6gKdn5_RC9Fu_cZDIZwFzmTWARvU1EaROYBN1cmXSM1CksXpMDtYmBt3eZoCFm_JECJ7xcD3KhP1q51EMe5oGf0YX2j5KX_8jkOxHBWK5Ia-NNSsTA/s1600-h/P1011234b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTswDbIk0_VDVfLjwKThMp_ho4Zt6gKdn5_RC9Fu_cZDIZwFzmTWARvU1EaROYBN1cmXSM1CksXpMDtYmBt3eZoCFm_JECJ7xcD3KhP1q51EMe5oGf0YX2j5KX_8jkOxHBWK5Ia-NNSsTA/s400/P1011234b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392807001419679074" /></a><br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Woke up at 1 something in the morning because I slept in the evening (crazy biological clock). Did some packing and shower before heading out for the 7:30 am bus to Putrajaya Sentral. Once we arrived, we took the ERL to Bandar Tasik Selatan and from there we took LRT to Plaza Rakyat to board the express bus from Puduraya to Malacca Sentral. There was actually an easier way, which was to use the bus provided by college that costed a whooping RM70 for a return trip to Malacca. Crazy ain't it? My cost to Malacca including public transport and return bus fare was less than RM45.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0avtPWPhp11q-qVfGcqEh6HJitP2AgBa14mMkXpDlHm1YOWZYwSOjR7g7XL6ZfemK3oHqfrPyGg6E_4gn-VXbv03-l4uO_6y8lj0ZZaoWnD2dewUrAkwhmZJUuzeIRF3sPO_osl4qfeq/s400/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833747606221506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been to Malacca many years ago but I have never really walked around the old town area. This time I was eager to explore and tried as much food as I can. <div><br /></div><div>Arrived in Malacca at 11 something. We told the city bus driver about our hotel, which was Hotel Puri but ended up being dropped somewhere near the Studthuys. It was drizzling when we crossed the river and searched for <i>the</i> place to have some cendol. It wasn't long before we found the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">88 antique shop</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was my first visit to the shop and I couldn't wait to try the infamous cendol here. We ordered two bowls of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Baba</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Cendol</span> and sat in the central courtyard. The shop looked like a typical old shophouse piled with antiques badly taken care of. </div><div><br /></div><div>The cendol was very good. The thick brown sugar tasted sweet and aromatic but not too overwhelming. It paired so well with the coconut milk and when eaten together with the grainy shredded ice and smooth cendol, everything just melts into heaven in your mouth. I personally can do without the cendol (how ironic) because the brown sugar alone was enough to make the dessert taste good. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufYayv6AV-m7FqhRirk2PZ-oDHn71gaXkfLTMQTbq2oS7IWZIbnaa7OREQrFSv2ipxPR76L-LSrloca7fIVl8Vww2AYFQol4VWYabDBj8lln9upq4bkZ885cXp4j2xxBJPnpXCZbTORHr/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833757439141506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>OMG I'm drooling all over this pic now...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>After the sweet welcome dessert to Malacca, we tried to find our hotel as we really had no idea where was it. Luckily we stumbled upon it without much of an effort and ended being one of the earliest to arrive.</div><div><br /></div><div>The hotel was nice and pleasant. The entrance made it look no bigger than an other shophouses in that area but once you enter and walk from one space to another you'll start to wonder if you've gone through a portal into another realm ten times bigger. I personally have nothing to complain about this hotel during my stay, except the air conditional in the room which wasn't cold in the afternoon but became freezing in the early morning. </div><div><br /></div><div>After checking in, we had an hour for lunch before briefing. I initially wanted to take the Indonesians to Donald and Lily Tan's Nyonya Restaurant but we couldn't find it, so in the end we went to the 88 antique shop again =.=". This time the 9 of us ordered Baba (or Nyonya?) Laksa and Chris ate the Chicken Laksa. I ordered Durian Cendol, Chris wanted Ice Kacang while the rest tried the original cendol.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPASP-zHr4qRb9rRXMid5VYdsxEzEio0MMbux1QT86ez81qjCVbKMr3qXaR9qm3kgDykaTM8Nxe0teVilr0ER4vNo2XiavS4csMTtmx4j3PfEdYlnjEcWmL7gfi_x2wdl_tnVv1VdPAw2P/s400/P1011179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619102700289970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFMBpRX0hPl7pV4LVkjCAwQOffq9TNGpveoGvr9VxahUt502uAsUvPWsfD1ETD0WXJtzmUgR1fTRnBgPzjrjRHT8qZTt1y4bjhOJ6rx7jTOGRRdsvVQuqwKNTxcPUeJruyLdLtIUUG6If/s400/P1011184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619113162913122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dWn2CEaZ2zqkLT2rDzBwLYbqIaN80ReH5OZwd1sujNzkAPmv6RcqXEVhbBluwmnk2Wp1S-gL9eHI2P_W3dJQknPs-XVRkypAcQeWan4bIaT4N9G-MJqnq5mCaWJhVao5nL_C1wyT901I/s400/P1011185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619120226585026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><div><br /></div><div>When we were eating, almost everyone in the shop were coughing (including other customers). It was very funny as one person coughed after another. I didn't know what was wrong since the laksa wasn't that spicy, but still glad that I didn't cough. After I finished my food, suddenly a few coughs escaped my throat O.O.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: *rummaging for my sanitizer* Quick, kill the germs before it's too late!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Everyone: o.O"""</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Blame the H1N1 warnings everywhere...</div><div><br /></div><div>After lunch we had a briefing where we were told what to do for our site visit. Then it was time for us to explore the streets and the culture around. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few shots that I took while searching for my site:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ihe-gHfid-6HHE4lAh43VbqqDi03FHFN8o02rg1BKNOfZDHP96_oFzri0PpxuHg9ZaztHN8IzEeRtDAXTZBOyuSGfRKoEjLDP2b70YHsu593yREiXYd-751WOt12XFQQxs0oLAdbKTSP/s400/P1011196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833763966824978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Fire Station</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYWWgqCOftJOFvVs4bSmABZLHK8SNYvcWLBGCxF_770QJkeIk7NTrzyx1KqY1yz4JYF3PJkLBDQT8OY9krFnze72egWKyXaw3VGNGdp1twrmp3sjG8CoYe4rVcKk7gKgkJOefM9aS0i7f/s400/P1011194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619131170432514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One of the many temples...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5wmbD7D6xeJ92uXJvWBxt7iY-vs3K_TPEYQ2yik7pE6XfyLWwtasP23pc8w2UoygD6LZSasncIfYmcTIjV6-Z1b9nGNDdcD85CrmZrWBT4U-Xx5ifyKwxrbbsN5h7S1p2AFfX1l9NwZ6/s400/P1011201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833771807878626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Famous Cheng Hoon Teng Temple, the largest outside China?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVVkWEvyGF0HZyMsYfcaS8H5gAWhh3JbQnhQTXzRc1pWCWKjxfVuaENIhGh-Kmd_4xq2LXbYuQ2s4lYnFHI6oxhOO0NhRH5Z6I2HZOeYZda9Jh1DuzvSHWklkeAij8Pc1Ah9dWNKs5Vwi/s400/P1011224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391619139389910626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i>People filming there</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMICk-BJqS4DjhHmDypKB3omdNi_omygqCtWC8EOO9-8WvneZ3cffUCWnh5rGdItmm3bZRSM0PuvkwVCZVDwy5odSdmFr-JyP__Ojc82JtmatKcm_O5T6mwpv7RWjVEfl7K1bGVOpmiLXk/s400/P1011233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392806996304455954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Would love to get in this thing...maybe next time...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-44gM0surkXDCK56NAbG8MU7b8nNIxIk2YiUx4M2I7eRT6EuvPF_qb_s2yPYyUFfdKTyvzcF2Nrc8cH-TUyTI4zw9d7krSpURVLLtUqH07ggQuOLXrzOpwFmxPkhDRcQKq8_kWlImIZ-/s400/P1011231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392806983589836978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Just thought that this particular shop was funny because besides having the same initials, its name sounds similar to Yves Saint Laurent too o.O"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Before we crossed the bridge to the other side, Chris and me went into one Tart & Tart Bakery for some tarts (obviously). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-qMqZ4vbm3HKrwLw4Ey_AHlHusJzYkkKidZKNYXgE-M54_5JdDK89vzdi5EULH5Lc6PKhQe6xlU1u3K6SkMib4IHb98LQyXT3_32co8-kwL6T_u5ULFopBKSusgtAx80jgu52S9_OISo/s400/P1011215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392806965296016546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My Peppermint and Kiwi (Mint was better, cause I like mint~...)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzPJYhmDJ21Jtq4bMHzb2jhUYz7QSiqBGfBHRo_q9L56WBosM3mgD_FMQxeCkX2t01hxtBgHqMgwmp1_zqT2nTphccI2Y0TCxlRos7FYdC_e-ukwSWcaP8s-PQ_h2HFDsuJhUQ-VQ3YQx/s400/P1011216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392806975829979746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Chris' Mocha and Cheese sumthing...</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We went further and further and eventually ended up at Taming Sari. We met the Indonesian gang and persuaded them to go for the tower.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was fun to rotate high in the sky and you can see the whole malacca underneath. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfBtUyqW5gYFh0stlJ_AclNJJNIHNiy9PR-XjazlbiaO-WbrI4Z_VQjcIBF1qA14C576DyagDoMQbHTaMfpEtvs2BWTLO3uPC3TIWciWc9Qz_gmTi5Ff1IBbYp8CHJKeJVV_dIS4PH_f9/s400/P1011288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392815219024001218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3nwgP5sP-Hi9XV5ZJlVdtjTn4XzM997BSY4eVXKAnFMU3P1HZd2KRjBEcKu-BpcUqnP1eBRfdKOkAG9EaXTjT-5OWkHpKershn0IULG_f1y2nm9-ORZoUBKR35u37r2viHYkkacdyOHq/s400/P1011283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392815196974336482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3aaJRLuUyHEAmtC3qEEiYAn_zW8JWqyq97g3662I6vQFwqE869F8kqX46V1OWpYOrY_NR3EQRpxlECpQgVm9Q0Q2LZhrt8-xV6qL5f2kz40jF9ylDjoNKADtuLpCIub0Vwwx3sAQuxwx/s400/P1011285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392815205217325170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Because I've never been to the new developed side of Malacca, we went to the Dataran Pahlawan after that. Mahkota Parade was too far for our tired legs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still lost and undecided on my site. Sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's getting dark by then, so I sat on a bench opposite the Stadthuys and started sketching for my rendering assignment. (This sounds so somber and melancholic but it wasn't :P)</div><div><br /></div><div>Tummy's grumbling, time for dinner. At first we thought there'll be a night market but as it turned out that there wasn't any night market from Monday to Thursday, we went to an unknown shop for dinner =.=". My food bible didn't help much at that time, most of the shops were closed and everyone was too tired to go any further. Not all good food is in Jonker Street you know. </div><div><br /></div><div>Skip that awful dinner. Screw that coffee shop.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a briefing at night. Everyone was sweaty and tired. I still didn't have a site and I needed a shower.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we all went back and bathed. Chris (the roommate) was too sleepy and slept but I still have to meet my tutor, <i>another</i> Chris (the evil one) =.=".</div><div><br /></div><div>We outside the hotel with Kimberly, Emrys, and Aunty Fong and met the other classmates. They told us that they went to St Paul's Church just now (it's almost midnight) and it was CREEEPYYYY!!! We were so excited (maybe only me) and wanted to go too. But then evil Chris appeared out of nowhere (actually it was an alley) and we went to The Geographer's for some night chat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nightlife on Malacca was quite nice. Many tourists like to go bars or night cafes for some drinks and entertainment.</div><div><br /></div><div>At around 1 something we returned to the hotel for some sleep. Still thinking about my site when I went to bed.</div><div><br /></div><div>End of day one.</div><div> </div></div></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-28222492480129503012009-10-01T00:14:00.005+08:002009-10-01T01:29:29.125+08:00Design 101: How Do You House a Client?<div style="text-align: left;">In less than 9 hours I'm going to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Malacca</span> for a site visit. I can hear my tummy rumbling now, longing for decent food outside the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Cyber Hell Pit</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>The purpose of this particular trip is to sketch some historical buildings and also to find a site and do a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">site analysis</span> for my upcoming design project. Basically this project is about designing a dwelling (not house) for a client that we chose, or rather, drew from a box (a la lucky draw). Only that I wasn't lucky and got a guy that I didn't know of - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">William Randolph Hearst</span>. But I consider it as a challenge that I would like to take. There are other clients such as designers, artists, graphic novel characters, models etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I had to do research to find out more about him. I even watched "Citizen Kane" which is a classic movie where the story of the protagonist was actually written based on Hearst's. It's not an accurate insight into my client but since it's quite a famous movie, it wouldn't hurt. The cinematography is quite good considered it's a black and white film without the props we have today.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's very hard to define a real man (as oppose to a graphic novel character) but Hearst was a newspaper moghul who's not afraid to expose the ugliest truth, even if he had to make the news ugly himself in order to boost circulation. He introduced the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Yellow Journalism</span>, which is a way of publishing news by sensationalism and crude exaggeration. The big headlines you see today in the newspapers and the comics might be originated from Yellow Journalism.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know it's starting to get really boring. You can see how difficult is it to design for a guy so complicated and not so interesting (compared to The Joker, or Leonardo Da Vinci).</div><div><br /></div><div>We had to do two a3 size posters, one is to show our understanding of our clients and another is about possible spaces and designs for them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgHX7N3D5QPWPZ6Ner-0t5PFgk3YngJLyDAP8djyL59VBxbuMEyr1IyYEn0d4N_g3zAt6SM1hxP8X3Tp1BRtZ1vQVIQd9UOw0tFVJ36VLIVUs5NHv_UP7LANGHWN4JrHFPi9NKTwu8_dT/s400/P1011176a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387308977719209986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">"The Poster today! Hearst is the Devil behind the war! Come and buy it!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div><br /></div><div>Let's see what design will come up in the end. :D</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, today I went out with my course mates to buy materials and I got this from McD:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5bd075w5e9_t5NLoQUhzX9tpiYUS4Yn5V1cN6Q6T8JiKxxE0jbQZdy2Qa7xt_XILBwf2sKVefG-MgbtVgwzryxhxwEC3ihfkcIh7MhkR9P6oxpuWrHMXrShbGjwEgMzbK0l82GzIthZNL/s400/P1011177a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387308983056676578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Missed the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">pink</span> one but feel like getting the rest o.O. The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">lime green</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">grey</span> are pretty cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to tomorrow and update is coming soon. Till then, so long!</div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-48882783505651854632009-09-26T23:42:00.017+08:002009-09-28T20:20:46.271+08:00Badan Warisan Malaysia and Some Places<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2Ap9zE9LN0wYq_kTo6_BPrsmbyvS7vyWmAnEuiu5e9YS7KwruLxHlpLs2LloGOzHPZsf6vTxnhRzJ2FqptCPhGsUBsGJqnhgRi6NTeh8zBy5eYYOx-NXpSZTJgi5OHahMV2K95YUObiP/s1600-h/Kedah+house.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR2Ap9zE9LN0wYq_kTo6_BPrsmbyvS7vyWmAnEuiu5e9YS7KwruLxHlpLs2LloGOzHPZsf6vTxnhRzJ2FqptCPhGsUBsGJqnhgRi6NTeh8zBy5eYYOx-NXpSZTJgi5OHahMV2K95YUObiP/s400/Kedah+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385818772967170434" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's still holiday on last Friday, and while we don't have classes, Chris and I went to the Heritage Centre for some research on our Communication Principles reports. We we talking about it few weeks ago but it's only on that day that I knew Gusti, Reza, Ami and Ryan were joining too.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's such a hassle to go KL from Cyberjaya. But since I've been here for 2 years I'm kinda used to it already. If you were to join me on one of my journeys you'll probably throw up and die on the streets. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91GwqX4B8DoAjOZi7IvYJQqOSaTCfwHjh4x1CeymDhZL39snGLI5i-4MSil0mgGm9XX9dzL25GdS7siR5PLuSunibCJ0qEvkLrKobDfdaDj4Xf1nqXzGXkti5I7if_uaDNgPoYBrDssSd/s400/3220149187_4e7b22d828.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385809026933248562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">Image taken from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/manganite/3220149187/">flickr</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The place is quite near Pavillion KL, along Jalan Conlay. There was this traditional Malay building style Hotel opposite.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbFDiQamMQia4AXjcXf6Xg50W0jXs5e6uMM4Gy3tvWKDfIJjetzxdrU2b_kbdIKxAC5qMXagjDek1tZ6LfHRxc1EfYozjQtb16iBb5ugB8mtC0kVc2UBCOKrEuw2Je70pFFV_BBv6Cmn7/s400/DSC01988a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385809036905031042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">I'm feeling the roof.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The heritage centre is just a small colonial bungalow that looks like a cross between a museum and a residence. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTffw9LsBRNDB6PGPcfjly-jdFllyba1SU2yL65hThCJnJPJ1b_EoV_YN_z3o3_pTGZvrL2sscjkrCL6KDkCHlx680SqwRFYDxDpegqR9D0fSa3WXL9VOZ0xkOUiW25K9iFreHva4vuMCv/s400/DSC01991a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385809055195308130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Whatever they are building behind is certainly gonna ruin the view.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There's a 60-year-old traditional Malay house at the left upon entering the gate. According to one of the staff, it was brought all the way from Kedah and reassembled here. How is cool is that!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaVSOJqnicruyBHw4o0kPInv8QBIMFdwctSaz1xpNBlvzirfWGxo1oKl8PXPD06otHq7vnvRztz0Pj1lM-y92w5O1N2g0m7jJzGnvibHfU3cJwryLCneTfLGq_pFTQZhyPV5-7mMe67pa/s400/DSC01990a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385809045328717538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">It's a </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">penghulu</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> house if I'm not mistaken</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back to our main purpose here - research, research, RESEARCH! So we were brought to the Research Centre, where the staff already had our resources piled up nicely on the table. I forgot to mention that you have to inform them on your visit in advance and let them know what you need.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyZ5UcEBwIL0zfYGBpXcF6S4DkoJX3ks1d6e9bKtnzyisdkftdLnMNmYEjkLsh2wAPuivG03Jcv7qslx-it6_kB7QZLYvkfBRdRprrxq_MKJ_e0TXvUz52KHIIFkd2_8DruA7koTEeP9N/s400/DSC01993a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385809061605461426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Entrance</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbAIcd3Wmoq-Z9AkM0CO5MG6ba5ugKsG2w7UCMcSP3T3CqwcEW7K0Hi5d5TUGC5X8UdzRuygpvW8awZOXQh_6seLM0UVI4PWL2vhusjSyoYctijKBf-vaKoOb0MaGdxNeDKi5kSw5OkwsA/s400/DSC01997a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385816318541944002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Standing outside the Research Centre.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5av9PAPhyphenhyphenMP75TOHZjEQ_-MPx_qdO6O9tkBrL7i04wrdOYSEH_uos1vpmeJm8ZVSXY1bo2Ui5fvBxMN-tFU9LQa36xwP0uc_DD65BQKAn5rRybWpJK1YwcZ_x6lqjUBW4pbFm-RfbFO4e/s400/DSC01994a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385816313241623090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">This was where we did our research.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The staff even knew some of my lecturers who always go there. At the end we had to pay for using the resources and also for photocopying some of the books.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After that we went to Pavillion for lunch and then KLCC. I even cut my hair there and it's something I've never done before (the hairstyle). I feel so unsymmetrical now, like this: 'o.O|</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What??? Gah! No pics, no! :P </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Bye!!! *flipping ma hair* na~ na na na~ na~~~</div><div> </div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-31987475187724475452009-09-22T01:28:00.007+08:002009-09-27T01:29:17.603+08:00Raya Break!!!<div style="text-align: left;">A new update? Yes, and this rare "phenomena" can only happen during the holidays. My last post was written at the start of the semester, therefore you can conclude that I was too busy to update my blog. It's not that I didn't have time to blog, it's just that all the free time I had not doing my projects were used to entertain myself - movies, tv shows, and even <i>buka puasa</i> with my housemates(I didn't fast but I did break fast :P). All these were done to keep myself sane.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first project for design just finished and now we are entering a critical phase, where everything collides together and interfered with each other, our lives, our time, our sanity. Chaos.</div><div><br /></div><div>But before that, thank god it's the festive season. After all the <i>rendang</i>, <i>leman</i>g, <i>ayam masak merah</i>, we will have mooncakes!!! And in no time we'll be munching <i>muruku</i> cookies and oh boy, how I wish to gain weight soon before I disappear into a stick...</div><div><br /></div><div>Teluk Intan has a Sushi King restaurant now! What a surprise O.O. I hope it doesn't close down, you know, when people only go there for green tea and a few plates of sushi. Went there on Sunday and wasn't too happy with the service. Anyway it's a good start. With <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Mc</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Donald's</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Old Town</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Coffee Shop</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">Steak</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Factory</span>, and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Sushi</span> King opening at the same place, this particular location has become the new hotspot and is always full, especially at night. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just came back from a gathering with old friends at McD. I couldn't help but noticed that most of my friends had gained weight, and somehow I felt happy for them. And then there was a sight you probably won't see in McD for 10000 years:</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeR-hiFgzPlhcRFT87j62pF2JmzT4ZhEMQT6XyzO4VgHsE_2xwjaJAyoAvIX04kUqhn351VSJbSwP6qT2tFj_i3QGvbYU4eFlo6GWlIZzZAt4zJ0S1SukO_pPKvuuLaphyphenhyphenjiQSSnLGpsh8/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383986713282906146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">A couple using umbrella in McD :D (do not attempt this at home as it's very inauspicious)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How sweet. And they do it every year, every time we celebrate the girl's birthday. Youngsters today just don't take a relationship that seriously anymore(says Kang Zi the wise, old alter ego). So please marry soon :P. Actually they are not officially a couple yet, but looking at what they've done all these years, I'm sure that they are one, in their hearts. There's no need to be official about it. I know it doesn't make any sense(the umbrella not the couple). The girl used to bring an umbrella everyday to school. One day, there's a sparkle and since then it became the symbol of love and caring for both, like the lyrics: Know that we'll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella...by Rihanna. This is the Romance of the Couple Under the Umbrella ella ella eh eh eh...(fyi, this happened before that song came out, it's the original umbrella love)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Enough of them already, they take up too much space in my post, anymore and I'll have to charge an advertising fee. It's all about me, yes, myself, and I. (I'm starting to feel ridiculous at this ridiculous hour)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's all for now, ciao!!! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Raya is still on, to be continued...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div> </div></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-3086097083078218212009-08-12T19:25:00.007+08:002009-08-12T21:49:25.720+08:00It started...<div style="text-align: left;">Semester just started and Drama Mama is rolling again!</div><div><br /></div><div>This year's July break was a very well-spent, unlike the <a href="http://danieliciouspieceofme.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidays.html">previous</a> one. I took up an internship in GRA Architects and was very grateful for what I've experienced. I would really like to thank so many people but it's not like they'll read my petty blog anyway. One month plus was not a really long period but it certainly was MORE than 3 months rotting in the cave. I'm certainly hanging on to my tiny little uncrushed scrap fantasy before I hit the real world. Before this I couldn't wait to graduate, but now when I think of it again, why not savour what you have while you can? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQPdQganupTlTcc8X4AZL-m_u4pByccsrk9AQFw6y8mC1clR6eDNti9Tt5PcsEb_g0MW-ghobdTZCh3xRXhHNDFCA8bMkP61MvUXwOSICtAYqBqaLYw_dVlHdTtxfoZk9T2WO2ES9wuhP/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQPdQganupTlTcc8X4AZL-m_u4pByccsrk9AQFw6y8mC1clR6eDNti9Tt5PcsEb_g0MW-ghobdTZCh3xRXhHNDFCA8bMkP61MvUXwOSICtAYqBqaLYw_dVlHdTtxfoZk9T2WO2ES9wuhP/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369063934736633058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The first day of class was really too bad to be true. I woke up with a groggy head got the shock of my life when I look in the mirror. I didn't sprout a tentacle out of my ear, nor did I become a Smurf. My right eyelid was swollen and I looked like I was squinting permanently with one eye, kinda like seducing myself? </div><div><br /></div><div>How could this happen? It's like the Christmas tree being chopped off during Christmas day, or breaking your leg before the day you were supposed to participate in a marathon. So expectedly unexpected. Maybe I'm just exaggerating. But you get the idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told myself it was just a puffy eye and everything will be fine. But the more I looked at it the more I freaked out, of course I didn't touch it but it felt wrong. My eye was a bad almond shape and it looked so funny that at a point I was laughing at myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went to check about it on the internet and didn't really like what I read. It was a website called wrongdiagnosis.com and I should've given myself a kick for not reading the obvious. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Mr Obvious says, "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Well duh it's called wrongdiagnosis.com so why are you still there?"</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>You can't blame me since I was half-blind, or a quarter, if you count the half squint...</div><div><br /></div><div>Two semesters ago I had a pain in the throat and went to check online. And I thought it was a heart burn. =.=" </div><div><br /></div><div>This time it was either conjunctivitis, dacryocystitis, or other terms that made my eyes hurt more. I was hoping for a mild case of infection or maybe an insect bite at the same time though. But I had to go to the doctor (I don't have the male ego in the health department). I didn't want to go to college looking like Captain Jack Sparrow on crack.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clinic was packed with people wearing ugly green masks, not that I was surprised. I thought I should wear an eye patch and join the club. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fortunately it was just an infection, but I didn't know the cause, since I actually changed my pillow case the night before. And I didn't remember rubbing it, or did anything to it. I got a bottle of eye drops and a pack of antibiotic, which was what I needed. But the girl also gave me a pack painkillers.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Pharmacist (I hope she's one): Painkillersonetablethreetimesaday...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: *sounding totally perplexed* Okay...???</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I hope I'm not being ignorant but painkillers for a small swell in the inner eyelid of my right eye? Was she trying to dig more gold? </div><div><br /></div><div>I went to college in the afternoon anyway. It wasn't a big deal anyway since nobody realised until I pointed it out to them.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: Do you know what's wrong with me today?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Girl: Your hair? (I didn't have time to do it)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: No...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Girl: Your nose?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: =.="</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Girl: Your shoes? Clothes?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: *pointing to my eyes</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Girl: Your glasses!!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Me: No, my right eye, it's swollen...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Girl: Really? </span></div><div><br /></div><div>It's getting better now but I have to finish the antibiotic? It's not like I'm having a flu. There are rumours of cases in my college but I do hope they wear nicer masks since we are such a creative community...</div><div><br /></div><div>Trust me when I say H1N1 is not the worst. I saw "The Seven Signs of The Apocalypse" in The History Channel and the disease (or diseases?) mentioned in the Book of Revelations scared the sh*t out of me.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all for this update. See you again!</div><div><br /></div><div>Live LONG and prosper!!! Yea I hope you do!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggPZDpon7-mrPhqa3cTeX5nQ8eYD1adfDp_3VZ4PppTCqDcp9g_AbkcHW7X9kWGiDOr30UJM9VPROqaapul8RaYPwj4Ho9lRLoNv3rIUgd5GWOCZvFZl3Ly4EEqGX3k6_YL0m2HXu1Wy3/s320/DSC00830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369063940558812258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's still swollen...go twinklie!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-34310644705316378442009-06-30T22:52:00.005+08:002009-07-03T09:13:18.385+08:00Tallinn Town Hall - A BIG architecture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Cz4JJzB2J472UmZSnzXFrmWguTckAa52KsaW4rrDqJt5J8Homr_HJWYJkhg4laJdxIua0mwhpBQz8lS0CD0CTBjR4fzAyV4HdmO8aipdxZ9TpW-0FuKVJ6ljBn9C8RBgBfXvjMnmNqDw/s1600-h/BIG-TALLINN-TOWN-HALL-plusmood_Diagram_01-580x320.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://plusmood.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/BIG-TALLINN-TOWN-HALL-plusmood-2-580x388.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 388px; " src="http://plusmood.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/BIG-TALLINN-TOWN-HALL-plusmood-2-580x388.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I'm not sure if I'm overusing puns or what. But this design is really nice. It was one of those designs that turns me on :P. <div><br /></div><div>The competition for a new Tallinn Town Hall in Estonia was won by Bjark Ingels Group aka BIG.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not gonna write a review since <a href="http://plusmood.com/2009/06/tallinn-new-city-hall-big-bjarke-ingels-group/">+MOOD</a> has done such an amazing job on featuring the design. Please click the link to find out more.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What I find interesting about the design is it's brilliant ideas and execution. I admit that the form was what attracted me at first. It's somewhat intriguing and has those edgy elements that I like. And trust me, you don't want to land (arse first) on a building like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that</span>. It is also one of those designs that people either like or hate. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But after taking a closer look at the presentation boards I was interested enough to spend half of the afternoon staring at the drawings. </div><div><br /></div><div>Personally I think there's a level of sophistication in the thinking, considering the limited time for improvements. The particular idea of transforming the ceiling of the Democratic Tower into a giant periscope is so fantabulous. It's supposed to bring the idea of transparency in politics into the design, as citizens from outside can have a view of what's going on in the building and vice-versa. Who says literalness is a crime? Certainly not if you can handle it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The spatial arrangement is also interesting to note. The way the squares of different sizes hinged to one another helps retain compactness and organisation while at the same time allowing the designers to play with light and angles. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Cz4JJzB2J472UmZSnzXFrmWguTckAa52KsaW4rrDqJt5J8Homr_HJWYJkhg4laJdxIua0mwhpBQz8lS0CD0CTBjR4fzAyV4HdmO8aipdxZ9TpW-0FuKVJ6ljBn9C8RBgBfXvjMnmNqDw/s320/BIG-TALLINN-TOWN-HALL-plusmood_Diagram_01-580x320.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353146005337550626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">You know <a href="http://plusmood.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/BIG-TALLINN-TOWN-HALL-plusmood_Diagram_01.jpg">what</a> to do to enlarge this</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Stay tuned for more great stuff. See ya!</div><div><br /></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-7861993785758813222009-06-09T19:04:00.032+08:002009-07-03T09:19:19.018+08:00What I've Done...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmZ587qv9rfr4ir9tGq62rOukgIcUV2S_4Be1Apy5CpgFmNUBCh2Y4u17xAyPoW_YUhR92mDcHcvxkypPLzD5jx9OSlKScEdtX1kMV9xwOprvEqVZAZ7Oo9NZOQf55O9rmcrEU8kmrf_4/s1600-h/IMG_2597.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: left;">Hola I'm back again!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wonder what's with the long M.I.A? Well, as usual, I was busy and lazy to blog when I had the time to take my mind away from my assignments.</div><div><br /></div><div>But as I sat in front of my laptop trying to compile my portfolio, I thought hey, why not do a recap on what I've been up to in my blog. It's always fun without having to think about COMPOSITION, CLARITY and CONTINUITY.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am :D.</div><div><br /></div><div>This semester has been hectic but fun. Well not really hectic for me since I took less subjects. Next semester will not be as fun anymore :P.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let's start with the fun and funny one. A less serious assignment I think.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">FLYING EGG</span>! Not a flying egg, but rather flying an egg.</div><div><br /></div><div>Basically we had to design and build a simple device that could fly an egg using only a few specified materials. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB8dLJ9a0if-wlzgSGBpwovxp2BJkrn-xkOulTJfIkPT6FALjsJZrRdjvXiWg_mmdPDB-oDzm12K6Rj4hJ_w2dLHKZDUfjF5X_Cnt2pbPKN9pzAM2rHRXHgR2m0rY7u921V7F1K-JnZS1/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiB8dLJ9a0if-wlzgSGBpwovxp2BJkrn-xkOulTJfIkPT6FALjsJZrRdjvXiWg_mmdPDB-oDzm12K6Rj4hJ_w2dLHKZDUfjF5X_Cnt2pbPKN9pzAM2rHRXHgR2m0rY7u921V7F1K-JnZS1/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345293377635431122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">final model with egg (inspired by flying saucer)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgi8R7aw6B9bB-VloH-WxYM8l3dpuKIC01fpbbL1Tv65tblXrBoJYY9_VkoXkEpay6yFlK5EURnr0ss8AmJXL-T6eV56LlItl97fRrVJQxF-LT_Qjk8FUATQZkZagjVuugabBy8zLk0wu/s1600-h/P2250455.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgi8R7aw6B9bB-VloH-WxYM8l3dpuKIC01fpbbL1Tv65tblXrBoJYY9_VkoXkEpay6yFlK5EURnr0ss8AmJXL-T6eV56LlItl97fRrVJQxF-LT_Qjk8FUATQZkZagjVuugabBy8zLk0wu/s320/P2250455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345295005912881842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">work in progress</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccAZEmvyye9MubDrtf29xFMKAXGscTFaFz-yDII-rr5cPliSpg5uOwHd7SxkB28Zqk3jW3HIBv91AIMFvc_ExP84WAKocN1Y-N7_G51QwI1GUUNnpMcQoPsKOtcvo-Zsatey-chYuM2hl/s1600-h/P2270558.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccAZEmvyye9MubDrtf29xFMKAXGscTFaFz-yDII-rr5cPliSpg5uOwHd7SxkB28Zqk3jW3HIBv91AIMFvc_ExP84WAKocN1Y-N7_G51QwI1GUUNnpMcQoPsKOtcvo-Zsatey-chYuM2hl/s320/P2270558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345288341306774674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">lineup for inspection</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3xq4CU2h66X8hQT1wpZ6GvRtk3V-3B-welp0Achm1VW7KTGFwybMdXh0QwTaqSFIVXMgAAElJGvAiYp6UTAMHsPHQYD2fVsIePzGQ2NQV_syb9e3gSeTPBvBDL-dtEF2cpfE9fX8v1am/s1600-h/P2270486.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV3xq4CU2h66X8hQT1wpZ6GvRtk3V-3B-welp0Achm1VW7KTGFwybMdXh0QwTaqSFIVXMgAAElJGvAiYp6UTAMHsPHQYD2fVsIePzGQ2NQV_syb9e3gSeTPBvBDL-dtEF2cpfE9fX8v1am/s320/P2270486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345296722972593490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">me trying out before the real testing<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our model basically failed the test (together with some other groups, if that's supposed to make me feel better :P). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It flipped midair, smashed into the ground and the poor egg broke. (Yea you can laugh now)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fortunately this assignment doesn't play a major role in failing us. All I need to do is to make it look good in my portfolio. It's all about faking it, <del>even in Architecture.</del></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let's move on to the last subject that I would think of as being fun - Building Technology (I'm doing this chronologically)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But it did turn out to be quite fun as well!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We did <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">WONDER WALL</span> for the first assignment. And it was somehow wonderful :D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHIkvmscGRQu4LMInVvgIAemDmsj3ukDaqc7bJtrRp5gl05i5ydL_ivepB1rv-jkHcn87j0_riT6xRYEwx0j9cnmJbZhiZOUJdy5nGUoYzRQOpuc539m0aIPGj9E5mnT_cTR-mh9LXuB6L/s320/P3240834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348920662483472290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">laying out according to the plan</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2a_Oop5cMnqUdInEchw75W0Fwej7lFsCphzvXWL8xvqTU1M35WX6tavCx2dQCS4WO1LeQwf8GYiY-A5yQ75aYbxe7rzlfxJQUt2staYcCdI8sFYJP8FwJCKc9y_mIdRhlOEPIvK7KO5rm/s320/P3240839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348920671428756514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">in process...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEEjzvRtOqb_M4BUJJAk8OsklIV3OLNjN8icaMSdGlKKklfVm21hcnZig6cR-yaOZbW6V6UDauXQVw5cA453TExwkiwun4Byt0FGOuWD6_uYRW7o65MMXFBpyjRqsqKECM42SJakyg7sy6/s320/P3240843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348929407730328690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">I was in charged of the huge opening</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4KiGBPDZM5t0Nhu8hWs_fyPzcX7koSY8PwHYHPRB1ZZ71VHyFxElFQ9KmcR65_iS79pb_61tvtAUQOeRWU0xDyrlzBdyTzcgz1VS16_NRGDINmxLynhAzku-yqvfFWCMLKJRzzZySoM0/s320/P3240880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348929412372832898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">and voila!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32XYSFLV2q0hlgJMsTmVQEng1bYa9QcWT1jNTyw55YWPQJULfEhah1j7zitx64kriI1OIN4_IHWByPkSTmAxH7HWkNhmCi-gye2gc2vk3_XGSZaUpv1BzCXw8nj7PCaGEaSpLq2ZorZkp/s320/P3240891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348929414341131298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">I looked like crap after 7 hours of doing that...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGMP9o8iqhs6JMCXAhyISsY23T6m02ybhPT26TISo77xVtwsTl6q2TBwvmQLaMh_6hPzSfLDye4I2aFRp7DUpjQWdW-UuPnQxIFyeSM4q3Jw7IUXGIBxB8JB8zkEDq6FPFwXp4t7fEm7C/s320/P3240909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956089207984946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Ummi and Mr Dennis ruining our wall to check if we cheated by gluing the opening...no!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB1AIbGLtElhh5bh8LWu7rl8ZrUiSiTHsXTbdiH7Y6xjL4KTtK0vHcNRmk7btGyHmOkk2jZCNWffWzHDmpT4_BoL_lrVfUqOaS-G9xWOHz6lCGPqeizqnqTq8uF4maJ9pHnk90QRuuZss/s320/P3240910.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348956101471986802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">No we didn't cheat :P...So yay for that :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you scowled at my group's uninspiring model (as compared to other groups). Let me tell you that we did exactly what the brief wanted - overall height exceeds 300mm, 25% openings with one large enough for a tennis ball to pass through, no blue-tac or gluing for openings, <del>must be breathtaking, exaggeratingly beautiful and over the top in the overall design.</del><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hence the safe and boring masterpiece. Oh, and we passed ;D (No grades were told though).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next assignment for design was <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">THE (EXTRA) ORDINARY SPACE</span></span> or simply The Container. Basically we were required to design a container for a chosen object. It was supposed to train us to be more aware of objects around us and to see things differently. We also learned the basics of dealing with an important element in Architecture - space.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The container has to reflect the essence, namely the distinguished characteristics and qualities of the object. It also has to be exclusively for that particular object ONLY, therefore we couldn't simply design a box that would fit tons of things under the sky.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WALJF8IW_7D5xhX8Zlxz5cv1Vw_kXEGu5g9hKvsz9P1MUjJqVgmWe3n5Cx4TTX0BEJknT1Y-y6RA1_jYuw4NitYn0on-F6w1fX9jxJPP8rTlvpbj9mLCxdLD-UTpazG-WsW2SHisnkcc/s320/P1011097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348977157028013970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My object, a pencil holder</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqhFCtedkjLoaRnmUhmjl6vvqRQJPjYCUF-DwKAiMuV5TXDxeRH27VLFmaCgxlyqaEmqE3Wr12pYLHIS9JCLMFPltbni9taN7QP15Cwwe52AGd0eoFBPBZaHY3lcVmiyjXLWFaLuP_tVk/s1600-h/P1011090.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqhFCtedkjLoaRnmUhmjl6vvqRQJPjYCUF-DwKAiMuV5TXDxeRH27VLFmaCgxlyqaEmqE3Wr12pYLHIS9JCLMFPltbni9taN7QP15Cwwe52AGd0eoFBPBZaHY3lcVmiyjXLWFaLuP_tVk/s320/P1011090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348977164030345986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My container looks really cool from the top</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILy4m0INdI0BTZUMpWLJvVin9Xj1JU78D1K9rWsTkuN-LoxpPpte_troav4RwMDA4-zSVi93bpdhbeB8nh9YD-8ajDY4z11NUiBrz9uggUOZI6fymi15t86a4HRPxoIntlSw7Tf9-yjqL/s320/P1011099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348977172164705122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My object kept and hidden</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYonJusifvKPQazqSfbbhNYGSaHSk2sLR57K1U4qvTzHAieF9oQ_46lFwTsUap3JiSDlXgtIxqF8o6GEhZAYA-x7FyLBxmuuEcvgyCenc03ttRyEkjR9zM6fFhscGPaFLyoW3NlUqgJDgc/s320/P1011100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348977175346744466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">My object being rotated out</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next project for B.tech was the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">TOWER OF TERROR</span>, the name alone was enough to strike fear even in the boldest of all. To simply put it, with balsa wood as the only material, we had to build a tower that would support a person minimum 300mm off the ground for 30 seconds, before collapsing after that within 1 minute.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, it MUST collapse after that 30 seconds, after an extra 5 kg load being added (doesn't make any difference to be frank). So spending RM100 on building the toughest structure isn't gonna pass you. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiew_t1i5G4kT3M1HPlS4M0OlVLni61JU2vIS2Pt2WyKy8T5s4QsjJHd85sGZENZLei9Vbkgj24vs9CiealGbdeWcgMZzIKDcilBA0bFSyLPiSBaVwYTz4woUxv9Cj0nK8cnscjbvoWEKqo/s400/Tower+of+Terror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348982510549836930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our portfolio (click <a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g86/Daniel_Chin_89/Blog/TowerofTerror.jpg">here</a> for bigger image)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Too bad I don't have the pictures of us testing, because we were too busy supporting our group member. In case you are wondering why I'm not the one doing the testing, well, because the tower ain't gonna budge even the slightest with me on it, not in 10 days.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Moving on the the final project of B.tech. A simple but not that sweet one. The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">PLANE OF PAIN</span>!!! Yea it hurt a little :'(. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why the cheesy names?(I can imagine someone saying The Wonder Wall!!!! The Tower of Terror!!! The Plane of Paiiiiiiiinnnnnnn!!! in a dramatic way) They're supposed to make 'construction hip and cool!' I guess.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMk_MCLRAfSw7aNk9f6ge9pFAsXKGJbL_EAuovWmWMxBx11lU-GrzrZJBE1XqERsKnlI38soQ7VslEC2vKOq4Qr942UWA3KdPrdwht4tvhTPwt3VBHVHP18Oa438fiHVQhlbhuTHMxDCE/s400/Plane+of+Pain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349237626840871794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g86/Daniel_Chin_89/Blog/PlaneofPain.jpg">bigger</a> image)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had to support a brick and elevate it 50mm with an A4 paper (70gsm). We can manipulate the paper anyhow (folding, cutting). No other materials were allowed, no gluing, no stapling, no sticking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lastly, the Queen of Pain!!! (I'm not a dotA fan so fans out there I didn't mean the hero) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is where the surviving skills of AS 101 were put to the test. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">HABITAT</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; ">Brief: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">*Beep* Hi designers. For this task, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">t</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">hrow yourselves into the harsh Cyberjaya lake area and survive for a day. As architecture students, you are each advised to use your skills to design and build a simple Habitat as shelter. You are forbidden to build a tent, yes we do not do that! We survive in style! Each of you are expected to build something that relates to yourself and to the environment, besides being cool, exceeding expectations aesthetically and functionally, light in structure, and able to dismantle. Be prepared for the unexpected such as heavy rain and lighting storm, strong winds, heat wave, and possible attacks by the lake creatures. You shall be warned that this is the first time we have attempted this. Good luck and return safely. *Beep*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Actually that was not the exact brief but that's how I interpreted it :). Let's see how I did on the mission :P.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVpp0t5Gf8ChY74apTovogYk50EbRqOsIf4R2ZHXeXYAcok8ymxeR6hfm3lIyY9MdqRR5jzKn2OVW37HPk__bcAU9JE5xxXSHdgjuK2SainMMUqredZXx-zvZIkZNZbIrXtnc5vwSfmuv/s320/140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349250041135499458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjAYONs6A5Tv2O2u09HyY2rfRwP69Uq0Ydx3v9qmQRdGzEeCDTuxD80-hZwsmBMjgTdNrG1-xMeSD82FViDbENWDxSFl7ihN69jdxHhbpZVdUy_bqvyCFMF1A3-dR3LbzI8Wbvu0JvM5u/s320/078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349250031541112050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNJae913TM3DXaNVRYYbSeCeZu1U3lTxbyuyjW8FPYVLLAPYpKvKnHIzruI2P7TiI5MQ8nYiCbcDsCT3tw0yeuUPafUfBnEH7aJT4XBEFROXmgDWIZrc0WKyrQvSqFvZl0UuQ9jXu6wxH/s320/096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348989981774084834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3O4CbRvCAXbhyphenhyphenUK2GmsbgyruBcJ9yQf86NRoomBsLX9pLC-E0heYOKITgwKDhQ0AilWgLBvgGt6ZLeJ1HjDIR7lI_kbsNMVfoR76QvSIYNogrCOt3RdhXBxOWBVx8TAhFs8Mqhyphenhyphentvswb/s320/111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348989984688750546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCa5iHiK0B3sDUx7OXiB5tdu1aDfJEMTF7pliPT6tSIbaRe1sWsGr3tifkGGdU6tip52q5rIZw38EcOZyTxZwTX7UY0tgbZg5qn4slAX5fyIpxN-7noE6m2X5r0xaZym7CQ4Jyewe0TuM/s320/106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348989990694285202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmlNBXCESxM8Mw0guCB3Qsv6v6i-TAUk7ZZJnA224GYoC9wzDv06rnm_UBz4H7UWg6dVmsbP4fzT0XbNGIFHrMZ4AZf0vRvspKQJexU8eyiS_gf2xwBjdkl8FqScdAhc4Fg3m4i2pgVIL/s320/105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349250032720999202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmZ587qv9rfr4ir9tGq62rOukgIcUV2S_4Be1Apy5CpgFmNUBCh2Y4u17xAyPoW_YUhR92mDcHcvxkypPLzD5jx9OSlKScEdtX1kMV9xwOprvEqVZAZ7Oo9NZOQf55O9rmcrEU8kmrf_4/s320/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256818024990962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I returned broken, used up and busted. Imagine have not enough water and having to assemble something right below the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">scorching</span> hot sun. That was probably the first time I sweat that lot in a few years o.O. That site was terrible. Not really a place for relaxation or point of repose like what the lecturers wanted. Anyway, it turned out well and no harm!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's all for now! See ya later!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-37128872018253704712009-05-02T12:12:00.016+08:002009-07-03T09:16:36.855+08:00Can you fix a rotten apple?<div style="text-align: left;">Aloha!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A quick (but possibly lengthy) update :D.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Went to Machines in The Gardens yesterday to collect my laptop (at least that's my priority or rather, my excuse ;D)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-NuwI0RRE6d2W7qIxKXhPUYD-gcJznAt8oY3SWwCERbKWkRjLUgH_ScIgxF1VwF99GceHDEcDY625U3dkzJmdwinur3MbI8CEbIgi-P4nlfhyomeH44NWesNBYLRDmpUj2OmKGIF2sef/s1600-h/eaten_apple.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-NuwI0RRE6d2W7qIxKXhPUYD-gcJznAt8oY3SWwCERbKWkRjLUgH_ScIgxF1VwF99GceHDEcDY625U3dkzJmdwinur3MbI8CEbIgi-P4nlfhyomeH44NWesNBYLRDmpUj2OmKGIF2sef/s320/eaten_apple.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331152824678610642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 133px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhga04YwQLuK4mbTFUJn81AckiA5n6TtKSdOzC0FNDYVy2Js1Gw9sqTPM8iECNcFNf4q6b1OzNPuCu8DjSH_6OJak0yulWzLsckzX1V5cneSi9Z_y5BClrXPI9oHHtLoWRY8YDpFhNZ48gU/s1600-h/apple_eaten.jpg"><br /></a></div><div>Well, I've always felt embarrassed when people asked me what happened to my laptop...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Yes, I spilled water on the keyboard when I was PAINTING, yes, WATERCOLOUR!!!</span> (my favourite medium :S)</div><div><br /></div><div>At least it's not as shameful as screwing up your laptop because you were doing some other...stuff :P</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking at the bright-side, I got a brand new keyboard! And it's free of dust, fingerprints, and watercolour (ahem, thanks for the spell check Mr. Blogger, but I'm sticking to the 'u' in 'colour').</div><div><br /></div><div>And because of the staff's slow service (on the 1st of May, how ironic =.="), I had the opportunity to browse through the entire store, and painfully included some things into my list of must-haves. </div><div><br /></div><div>iPhone has finally arrived on our shore (like last month?). If you're thinking 'hey I got my iPhone years ago!' you are having an illegal one, not pirated, but illegal :P, not a crime though. But at the moment I'm not desperate to own one (I'm not a phone fetish).</div><div><br /></div><div>Apple is like David Beckham in England (I guess). You either hate it, or you love it; some people hate to love it, some people love to hate it; some just don't get it; others, like me, just own it (it's products).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZRNJGV1As1qWJCYp4XBFt4pnbNNiDREeeeM0gryo1L3IdM66TtyR1lB6hyphenhyphenEVKnc7bQeiVa9XLa1otTfEE2kkROoIH1vOUap1Uy_pi0ZqWwCM0nbjFjOYqE0O0G7FywX1jXADkvpZ3ic9/s1600-h/Apple_a_Day_Keeps_Windows_Away_Part_2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZRNJGV1As1qWJCYp4XBFt4pnbNNiDREeeeM0gryo1L3IdM66TtyR1lB6hyphenhyphenEVKnc7bQeiVa9XLa1otTfEE2kkROoIH1vOUap1Uy_pi0ZqWwCM0nbjFjOYqE0O0G7FywX1jXADkvpZ3ic9/s320/Apple_a_Day_Keeps_Windows_Away_Part_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331083869916822386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Let's ditch the Apple part...</div><div><br /></div><div>The malls were packed with people, and they got in my way all the time =.=". After the usual things I do in malls, I headed to Pasar Seni to take the bus back Putrajaya.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh my Mother Earth, it was the first time I noticed how polluted Malaysia is (or rather KL). All I inhaled was fumes, smokes, smog, and all kinds of bad gases you can name. Some couldn't get enough of what the busses were emitting and started smoking on cigarettes. How I wish I could teleport all the way to Greenland.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this guy was busy smoking in front of me (or my back since I turned around). </div><div><br /></div><div>Hello, why don't you just put your nose inside the exhaust pipe? That way your lungs get blackened faster, and you can die earlier.</div><div><br /></div><div>At least that's what I wanted to say to him.</div><div><br /></div><div>You should've seen me making weird faces, with my T-shirt over my nose and the pages of my tiny book flipping in front my face. Not that I wasn't used to that already, it's just that I didn't want to get old yet, and my skin was already in bad condition. Nevertheless, I felt sorry for the bus drivers, it's like they're living there all the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that's my day dealing with apples - my laptop and the city(we have the Big Apple, so...). </div><div><br /></div><div>I wanna bite on the real thing now, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">red</span> and juicy. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5GRN43cxfjW63zamz-CMbefaxfvdrEY01_GJ5dtpVkLjEMZxnqf-NsRXXzRYZ85rluJiuwe8blOKOKR3UsfTZKedTRRZ0-p9NgBM3uz_K5L3NjwBg_TQ0bV44cihavjZd_wDh8BBa7RH/s1600-h/BIG+APPLE.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5GRN43cxfjW63zamz-CMbefaxfvdrEY01_GJ5dtpVkLjEMZxnqf-NsRXXzRYZ85rluJiuwe8blOKOKR3UsfTZKedTRRZ0-p9NgBM3uz_K5L3NjwBg_TQ0bV44cihavjZd_wDh8BBa7RH/s320/BIG+APPLE.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331149351636977394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 284px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ahuihou!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*PS: My posts always come out sounding cynical, and I can't help it. So pardon me :P</span></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-71454697103486806852009-04-09T19:57:00.010+08:002009-04-16T12:32:29.314+08:00Oh my precious buuks!I know why books are precious, and the Chinese saying of 书中自有<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">黄金</span>屋 couldn't be more true. Books are so expensive you would've thought there are gold pieces inside. No wonder in the olden days only rich men knew how to read. I love books, and the fact that they are so expensive in Malaysia makes the situation kinda similar to that of a shopaholic obsessed with luxury goods.<br /><br />Yesterday I was in the mall to fix my laptop. After a yummy Taiwanese lunch and some browsing I decided to go back early. But as I was walking through the tunnel-like entrance still in renovation, I suddenly remembered...<br /><br />"Ah I forgot, the bookstore!"<br /><br />So I wheeled back and entered the mall again (how weird).<br /><br />You see, bookstores are the only places I must go whenever I go shopping. There are certain things that draw me in - the smell of books, no promoters to bug you, the quiet atmosphere...everything is just so perfect. You know people go there to read and nothing else (or am I wrong?).<br /><br />So I was browsing through the usual new arrivals and highlights at the front, where a few books caught my attention but I just flipped through them and returned them to the shelves.<br /><br />General fiction category has some best-sellers that I've wanted to read long time ago but didn't.<br /><br />Sequels in the Fantasy section awaited me but somehow I couldn't find them amidst those usual "Lord of the Rings", "Harry Potter", and the recent "Twilight". Somehow I found it annoying that the whole shelf was filled with the goth inspired cover (which means black, white, and red). What a waste of space!<br /><br />I gave up and went to the classics, or what I call "books you have to read before you die". Argh!!! So many books I wanted to buy! It got so overwhelming that I had to just leave the section, and instead fixed my eyes on UPSR or SPM to just clear up my thoughts.<br /><br />A glance at some books on photography reminded me that I wanted a decent camera (another sinful thought).<br /><br />And at last, the mother of all lethal books on your wallets----------Architecture (gold plated and diamond encrusted) books!!!<br /><br />This is like one of the wonders of the world. Do this the next time you're in a bookstore, preferably a big MPH or Borders. Go to the Architecture section, pick up the smallest and thinest book you can find and scream at the price tag. If you can't take it, don't bother about the big ones.<br /><br />Of course, it was my job to search for the cheapest book there, never mind the contents. And that sums up what I did there.<br /><br />Of course I was kidding, I did look at the contents. =.="<br /><br />So that's my pathetic trip to the bookstore. I could have bought one or two, but choosing was hard.<br /><br />The library? Tell me if you could actually find a decent library in Malaysia. And when I say decent I mean the LIBRARIANS too.<br /><br />Guess that's why the average Malaysian only reads 2 books in a year. Maybe that includes reference books, feng shui almanacs , and recipe books.<br /><br />And to those scums who burnt books in the past, SHEET you!!!<br /><br />I might become the next Book Thief.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTSpp8HNH68C0G1E6xUmSaH2koqAqwGmHfU5rfwQUHQ2MJNtftZsFL3R2_sXFywZF98Mp-vug1igGl8iV6K4SJs0oEhyEw6CTm0JAE6-MuD4ZWqtna1BAN8jySXE8O-pssMRuzbEFqMuV/s1600-h/00000521_the+book+thief.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTSpp8HNH68C0G1E6xUmSaH2koqAqwGmHfU5rfwQUHQ2MJNtftZsFL3R2_sXFywZF98Mp-vug1igGl8iV6K4SJs0oEhyEw6CTm0JAE6-MuD4ZWqtna1BAN8jySXE8O-pssMRuzbEFqMuV/s320/00000521_the+book+thief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325134903951336866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />A few days after......</span> (this is weird, but true)<br /><br /><br />Hey yo!!! I might not have to steal books, because there's a <a href="http://www.shoppingnsales.com/2009/04/14/28-apr-3-may-mph-distributor-warehouse-sale/">MPH Distributors Warehouse Sale</a> coming!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizgT62ukUAkfcjUqO3pbVry2Jan-tnfHwwINWNA6ep_JM0Y2w7bzjIpa1OarECIxV0R3IaBQ0UhZRGfx46Su6E25Jn3XZx7e6kYomt-Qo2zrHgZj-F6Bk2r_biFQT1RQ_P9nMU8IIJAk5/s1600-h/20090428-mph-distributors-warehouse-sale4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizgT62ukUAkfcjUqO3pbVry2Jan-tnfHwwINWNA6ep_JM0Y2w7bzjIpa1OarECIxV0R3IaBQ0UhZRGfx46Su6E25Jn3XZx7e6kYomt-Qo2zrHgZj-F6Bk2r_biFQT1RQ_P9nMU8IIJAk5/s320/20090428-mph-distributors-warehouse-sale4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325135169202608098" border="0" /></a><br />You can't believe how excited I am. I'm not gonna miss this opportunity, no matter how far the place is.<br /><br />You might get a retail RM90 book for just RM15 there!!!<br /><br />How crazy, it's like robbing, but dropping some coins while escaping.<br /><br />You can't miss this, see you there!!!<br /><br />Au revoir!!!Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-63135211172690179362009-04-05T03:02:00.011+08:002009-07-03T09:20:08.545+08:00Of scary things and haunted class 72Ciao people!<br /><br />Haven't been updating lately, because assignments were messing with my blogging time. And as I'm typing now I still have lots of work to do! No pictures for updating, just go facebook :P.<br /><br />Design is squeezing my mind like a lemon now, I doubt I still have a drop of creative juice in me. Any idea how to get more flowing?<br /><br />It's as if assignments weren't the worst obstacles I need to overcome yet(of course not, but you get what I mean). God has more tests for me (Oh Lord is this final exam?). At the midst of all these there were also some unnecessary little troubles coming up. "Peskies" as I call them, tiny but lethal in the long run. First of all I spilled some water on my keyboard, definitely not the one I'm currently typing on now. Then something scary messed up with my mind. And what made it scary was that it came out of nowhere, and nothing becomes something that's nothing at all. Of course I laughed it of and declared it amusing. But as you all know the human web of thinking is kinda complicated, until the point that you can't even figure up what you are thinking (how ironic?). So nothing becomes something (sigh). But why can't this things (or people) leave me alone? I'm tired. And I don't know how to react anymore. How <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;">sour</span>...<br /><br />Anyway, thankfully my slow and calm self kinda shut things down. But there's a bad side to it, sometimes I do procrastinate on things, and I can't bring myself to finish things up quickly when I know they're not gonna be good (let's not talk about perfect) if they were to be done quickly.<br /><br />But then again, nothing is perfect because no one is perfect. Life is imperfect, assignments can't be perfect, I can't be perfect, you can't be perfect too.<br /><br />One more thing, last design class felt like highschool bootcamp, but we're not high school kids anymore. Classmates please be serious, because I don't wanna hear that kind of lecturing voice anymore.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Did I make myself clear? </span>(Oh no you didn't just say that to us)<br /><br />Ah, how I wish there're only me and my assignments for now.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SCARY THINGS AND SCARY PEOPLE PLEASE STAY AWAY FOR NOW</span></span><br /><br />...but proceed if you're not <span style="font-weight: bold;">scary</span>...<br /><br />Ciao!!!Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-42961164652546686392009-03-04T20:14:00.009+08:002009-07-03T09:20:16.097+08:00We were "drugged" out of class<div style="text-align: left;">First of all, do I look like a drug addict?<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do I look like I'm going to be one?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do I look like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I 'ma smoke 'em weed and sniff 'em bongs? Or worst pop 'em pills in ma mouth?</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, do they sniff bongs??? Or they inject it??? See I told you!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>And yes, drugs kill. I know, because I just got a taste of how 'deadly' drugs can be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, they kill your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">time</span>, your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">money</span>, your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">life</span>...</div><div><br /></div><div>Strictly speaking, I'm actually talking about a particular talk on drugs.</div><div><br /></div><div>How cliche is this? We had one during orientation day (and countless at elementary school, high school, TV, and home) and we were told to attend one in the Hall of Shame two days ago. I saw a guy in policeman uniform the moment I entered the hall and I said, "This is going to be a talk on drugs!"</div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't be more right. To tell you the truth, no one in my class would take drugs unless they have some kind of disease (I think). </div><div><br /></div><div>And that's why I said drugs(talks on drugs) kill your time, your money and your life. You see, We were having a Design class at that time when we were asked to attend the talk. The lecturer asked us to return at 3.30 pm for the class, which was 1 hour later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently, it lasted longer than 1 hour. It wasted our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">time</span>, our parents' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">money</span>, and 2 hours of our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">life</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Did they know we had an important class? A major class that could make or break our whole semester? Obviously not. </div><div><br /></div><div>And the speakers were boring. So sorry to say that. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know I sound ungrateful but seriously they could've found a more suitable audience and time to do that. I wouldn't mind listening to that guy telling the story of how he got out of the deathly grasp of drug addiction if I had nothing to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know drugs are dangerous and stuff but this is like telling a monk not to dye his hair.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Policeman: Limkokwing is a very famous university well known for the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">good</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> things. You don't want to spoil your university's name by involving in drugs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Me (whispering): *rolls eyes* Dude, I don't think so, Limkokwing is already well known thanks to the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">bad</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> stuff! </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Half of the class was already gone halfway through the talk.</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, we returned to class late. Luckily we didn't miss much, only the lecture.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need to stop being sarcastic and cynical.</div><div><br /></div><div>Guess I do need to go for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">rehabilitation</span></span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, the drugs were cute, they have panda, playboy bunny, four-leaved clover, heart shape...... </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone? No?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/HM36~Drugs-Are-Bad-Posters.jpg"><img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/HM36~Drugs-Are-Bad-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 450px; " /></a></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-34864326216169608722009-02-21T03:49:00.006+08:002009-02-21T16:32:18.891+08:00Ikay Okay!!!I know it sounds so wrong to pronounce <a href="http://www.ikea.com.my/homepage/default.asp"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">IKEA</span></a> as IKAY(Eye-Kay), but that's what my lecturer taught me! And isn't it fun to pronounce the names of stores wrongly? (<a href="http://www.carrefour.com.my/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Carre</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">four</span></a> anyone???)<br /><br />Yesterday was the registration day for FABE students. So there I was taking the bus to school and realised that I should've gone earlier. I can't believe that after going through that painful process 3 times I didn't even drag my own self out of bed 6.00 am in the morning and be the first to enter the college. The Hall of Fame(ahem, Shame) was full of students and most importantly, the counter I was supposed to line up was hidden at the corner, with a serpentine line of students ending nowhere. I was squinting my eyes trying to figure out where should I line up as the line intertwines with another counter's.<br /><br />How unsystematic! The lecturers could've done something knowing the way Malaysians lineup.<br /><br />Nevertheless, the line was the least of the problem. The student registering(Chris), was at the counter for what felt like an hour before the poor fellow behind him could scream "finally!" Apparently our <span style="font-weight: bold;">new</span> year leader was <span style="font-weight: bold;">new</span> in using the crazy program for registering.<br /><br />Did I mention that I was sitting on the row of seats with the label "For Parents Only" beside the line?<br /><br />And it was during that time that I resorted to my last years' plan: register when the semester starts! (How smart ;D)<br /><br />The problem is that there probably are a lot more 'smart' students like me too.<br /><br />After checking out the timetable and waiting for Rozan to finish his stuff, we went to IKEA!!!<br /><br />I needed a chair and some other stuff, so Farhan, Iwas, Saras, Rozan and Me headed to IKEA in Iwas' car.<br /><br />Stuff that I bought---><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOh22gJAwtEglrVnUlhvn-A_h2cCcA62ZJW7LquLfc-x2aWoIhkUdAZMphlkmnMdghp-aqf4-nfN_vOZSXDZpIPYaHhittZyvtZbvPIfP5L5oa8JE5tmS2X8OgZU1JQgkadcqd2TS2AJL/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOh22gJAwtEglrVnUlhvn-A_h2cCcA62ZJW7LquLfc-x2aWoIhkUdAZMphlkmnMdghp-aqf4-nfN_vOZSXDZpIPYaHhittZyvtZbvPIfP5L5oa8JE5tmS2X8OgZU1JQgkadcqd2TS2AJL/s320/DSC01965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158442270996930" border="0" /></a>Toiletry bag that can be hung<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq20Kn2q3qTJzOe2amggLNecQtCgde_E2W6xCFosW94noUbRQCbY95QbiaUAV7yEC4aE-qVzwiOVPg9HXV_wIre65W1vnWOfoAHqDN0YnAV7yt3B57I4SVQerKHajCYWLIii-MNP1kWOqx/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq20Kn2q3qTJzOe2amggLNecQtCgde_E2W6xCFosW94noUbRQCbY95QbiaUAV7yEC4aE-qVzwiOVPg9HXV_wIre65W1vnWOfoAHqDN0YnAV7yt3B57I4SVQerKHajCYWLIii-MNP1kWOqx/s320/DSC01967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305154233273403570" border="0" /></a>Floor Mat<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf09htriynjHxjJyHpnyI2s_BsFUTrW_mJn3wL3dmqWdy4Ivfs0voGd2AB65nrW051DnOBz6GHGmmpGhyphenhypheneB9waHhBzYY3JmP60e2ALAAs27t7msbaIaC-aImiFdWclNXpH4S5OXliviiDX/s1600-h/DSC01963.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf09htriynjHxjJyHpnyI2s_BsFUTrW_mJn3wL3dmqWdy4Ivfs0voGd2AB65nrW051DnOBz6GHGmmpGhyphenhypheneB9waHhBzYY3JmP60e2ALAAs27t7msbaIaC-aImiFdWclNXpH4S5OXliviiDX/s320/DSC01963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158437835626386" border="0" /></a>Laundry Basket<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC31NMgrFlujvg9kDvUlt2O0VmFumaKupqTjGYlJ506IEGPw0ENnaV-c44HU3vxiEiAaKKnR4WtKuQeq7HIst2CXSDL5J2to6HTZwwP-m5Tp8CodtZ0TC2ilri781gP-v2_HxjXAJVpEjG/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC31NMgrFlujvg9kDvUlt2O0VmFumaKupqTjGYlJ506IEGPw0ENnaV-c44HU3vxiEiAaKKnR4WtKuQeq7HIst2CXSDL5J2to6HTZwwP-m5Tp8CodtZ0TC2ilri781gP-v2_HxjXAJVpEjG/s320/DSC01969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305158446107400418" border="0" /></a>SNILLE Swivel Chair<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And the total was around RM80++, less than RM100!<br /><br />Still eyeing the Drafting Table though...<br /><br />After the exhausting journey, I cleaned my room again and it's officially a complete room now.<br /><br />Let's hope that I won't be moving again.<br /><br />PS: The food in IKEA was okay I guess. But the view of a lady flashing was 'better'<br /></div></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-47340158359684811502009-02-06T13:34:00.012+08:002009-02-08T00:27:52.040+08:00I know what Daniel did this CNY...<div style="text-align: left;">It's still New Year, but everyone is busy working and the last day to celebrate and enjoy the final bits of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CNY</span> spirits would only be the coming Chap Goh Meh, or the last day of CNY. Oh, perhaps you would see me throwing oranges at the nearby river. *shrugs* (Who says guys can't throw oranges? Gender equivalence FTW!)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">My silly edit: Only if girls actually pick those oranges.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >If not...hmm, I sense a great prank on the way! *evil laughs<br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, here's a recap of what I did during this festival.</div><div><br /></div><div>I shall start from a few days before CNY. Like what everyone said, the joy of CNY is actually in the anticipation of it, not the day itself, although I do like receiving <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">red packets</span>, and not to mention those wicked food!</div><div><br /></div><div>So it started off with spring cleaning, always the dirty work first :S. Cleaned my room and threw away my favourite little pillow since I was a child due to it's unsightly yellow stains(I don't know what those are). And my mum found some lizard eggs among my files! Gosh I've never seen lizard eggs before and they looked like......eggs. Guess I can't really keep my room clean since I'll be back to college.</div><div><br /></div><div>And of course, I made cookies. Yes, you heard right, cookies! They are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Green Pea Cookies</span>(no idea what exactly they're called). </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3pAeJNv7St51RS8GrdjMcj81S5AFrsMyJWVZGwwje0aTCwIt3bjBFAI_pPN7sxsHrAVNraNRmNKJg3-fLEnNgATIgc1HrersdCdJbHSoe6t0SD-X7ePQtFP6vHaYaYZyuv3Q1OTilAOt/s320/DSC01748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558827108350866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The mixture</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX8F_Etd9cB0uNuuhifGp94aT8NfWQoYaFGbIB5SV0LDmyoab28AaatQ5phGND5qPRuvpZ5WL32BSBFFPvQYOgUA0-nyaRvqFkSKkRrENBHrJHaqBHNtdMgwNiUzNKU6RjCSgWS6XvSow/s320/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558827122241298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Cutting the paste into little pieces</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz7OuJBxk3fz0UGXagDLGOQvtdWvsiwxYK-RTrvT4EVlm2GotHKymbEbAEu0Ky-yhYriDrwJ_WTbsmuCk3yHhWPtQOBNMPtBWArK2jAx7t34kcspUWE1ZWfRjMWG5OpL0JmpTloRLQWU7/s320/DSC01745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558821533615698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Into the oven!</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTg0fW-wB6T5dPjkt3WTM5R3H-tYtBMK29h7_pkvMGIoHDOYkhAw5YM10MVgSxUXRKRMOSeEuBC1tRX1QXLJ3u86yseRs6lVsyTRNg_2rF347ORv11833oHEWBPerZKrhd3LuSliLcj7-4/s320/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558830642382770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Viola!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaq3PA06MSDeUqGxrcDHqi63GUwO5TUh0Swsb5lA9bAN_NdblrH0tPnZCSxZZ-f3oGkU7iEim9CKk73N4gcY3DHCJGcYlynisbViuNltJ-ZSUB-TiToR3cTr5FQXie-BWyfK_qDonipIxH/s320/DSC01756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299558828084795682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Packed into little auspicious jars </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then it was Chinese New Year Eve, an important day as it's the day of reunion with family and friends for those who work far from home. It's also a day when the peninsula might tilt a little as kampungs become highly populated and KL is deserted. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This year's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Reunion Dinner</span> came earlier than usual. We ate around 5 something because the food was all ready.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcH7-PpV1XCGHRx_hLYe1O08oyUGSa0MgtRSl3Hw3cxnoEAWcpvo4nB8YrefGp2pWlibg_PL78z0TOCoVVL6c8DNeNP8PXYu7g5eZro9rko3uMe8x_wpPe50W3Q-uIUbCa3hIcsoM42Nn/s400/DSC01768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299573666123760594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And of course, it's not CNY if you don't do something against the law (you know what I mean :D). And many guilty things I did, like not buckling up...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFd7yWDNmrrjQP-rdk6CohcoAIEnTGKYUjqEdT_iCofDi2dEWaTQl3f0vlGLCAurQLDZyT6PVbHy35lksTKVgzVGGS3n5yJrrJyaTEGVLpBymWUR08CDnTTlhiLUS8EMPOmn9kaLnYm-fd/s400/kee090107.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575435240612402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">From Kee's World</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Source: The Star </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"On the first day of New Year my true love gave to me, a day full of fire-crackers!" </span>Yes, woke up and heard <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">f</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">ire-crackers</span> and drumming opposite of my house. This is one of the days when I'm not entirely annoyed by those sounds. And like what we always did in previous years, we went to my Grandpa's house - the first visiting! And of course the yearly lion dance performance. But I gotta admit that the whole thing wasn't even qualified as a performance, more like an unaesthetic ritual with obnoxious drumming that passed off as the lion's grumbling.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4GsImSegYoWT1O54N74bc1dasUX6XHPHG_Rb_RelQ3cfLYbtSHJLZwx5GtMCdjTyu_BR7JoHZ2XU3o2v-_D72uW0TE2viEWBDHcD43oYoJsXnlwKlfbP3hpWZJVzWmGan6H3RSaUyMps/s400/DSC01784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299581462808212402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja7xYgpu-SRG281LOEcDGH91j_pzlEuCl4euPdEoqzuPtDzNx4VzcHDRxtd_yA9woDKXdLIPR_97Awv30nGT_gzHjrP91C0DE_7Nge0hU95WMpmaOWRWsv6NZvCm9OrwcG666LjO3Eb8uH/s400/DSC01786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299581469256734834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ready to grab the veggie?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBhGpx5DyWdCFuV2anLNk90aqSt8msamxBatqN6NyUWTQnuO6LLj3tYEj85bzBkilHJue87qyh0x_L5Yzou-mRo0rekSivnDax3II42EQplx4PkPHEOxIzchXKpcL1gGOitgwrk45szgM/s400/DSC01787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299581469498269058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Mummy Lioness: How many times I have to tell you not to eat dirty food on the floor!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvemYOEV024PRVvzMJL8btRorwnk9Apo2vtyoFN601hw0Y8zdSbK9bYxJd1iIBC0l7L3cGamgTYeSrXKmT4_SbYrsCwgii9GuIxolPaiXnWkWlK7zQjNH6bcVoNC0Kg5Czym01vLC1pCwh/s400/DSC01788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299581473882630626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, a rather 'epic' photo :D</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Nothing to do this day except eating and playing cards with my cousins. Thank God no one was playing Gameboy! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Went to Ipoh in the afternoon to visit my grandparents on my mum's side. And guess what we had for dinner? Pizza Hut and KFC. And this was what I saw on the receipt:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_fFcK-tF6r0Ji1322eAFVPTdGsP__fMMARGEHL0O-SUELM3Uwk9Y5IL5qoVKdDa0kRKxIjiEc6YgOyYm542oxzpaj0zrtWs6NOen7U2UrzB0dD0AAAOSVj8wgy4PIyrdjYg45Ov8XaSM/s320/DSC01858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299942950879772754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">KFC Cockman</span>? Did they use this all along? How funny :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After the first two days, it's time to go visiting friends! Yik Chen had a steamboat party at his house and we got to met many old friends.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgXsmg3tjDLVYo8LAKemOKOAo9Ae6DqTu_FIpBduJY8UWnx9TFUAwesl4Rq5eFyMJgdg0fB51P8Ulb36FEk4Ho1luh_M0Mtjl19fAoLYmaUOc2w0N3tMngXWD4AUmMCktmglXXKpqQf0n/s400/DSC01909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961936280494850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmm7aHubpL4buxZp_cSM8c11DAC07s7SdribSPYyjvJZGOoYN9hfoM23pbYdlfqTJmV7UTZ-NPTxg1D-XgnzKdRNuKDMf8hIGmeOiGThTiXVxODeY5syZHX8nLQsU1PQU701SWnAg5mDM8/s400/DSC01911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961937377991362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFF6aMqUZdozeVYerNYrYb0GiKtezJBtPZe11RmLT_mKpuG9OU4oowUQU8hqVJVioZnTCxs5mGqG-iHqjWlDWkQkybhx_bDaCU68UoUIETOYECu-EBJa3Nb3A_106e5FSeuZCaHoGEQLe/s400/DSC01912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961940237288546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU5LTXxELReQuoPppOnndK0r2cD_mS-SuzowJRqPDFmA97golxnmTmckwpQ8qx8c0uCAG2eGlZo-I4iY53v8grjcX8K5m7KU1gRqTj9p3lFAiReByiFqEMIaV_esfUZLKO9TiRNpTGpf5D/s400/DSCN5353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299961943297025826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can't seem to get fat after tucking in any food I could lay my hands on, and soft drinks too. You see, it was my plan to refill some fat before burning them. Can't believe I'm going back after all this to get skinnier again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Time to open the red packets and count the money! $o$ The more you keep them (in a red packet), the more you'll get later!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-82763948583934038862009-01-24T15:53:00.006+08:002009-07-03T09:09:35.125+08:00Those who get tagged MUST answer the question's about themselves :)<br />-At the end of the post , tag 10 people to do the same except the tagger :)<br />-Continue this game by sending to other people (refer to rule No.2)''<br /><br />Name : Daniel Chin Hua Kang<br /><br />Age/Birthday : 19 / 03 December (I refuse to say I'm 20 because I've just celebrated my sweet 19th :P)<br /><br />School : Does it matter? The most scandalous university in Malaysia. Period.<br /><br />Elder sister : Irene Chin<br /><br />Younger sisters : Amy Chin<br /><br />Elder brother : No elder brothers...<br /><br />Younger brothers : No...<br /><br />Favourite liquid's/ drinks : Mocha, great if tossed in some mint and stuff.<br /><br />Favourite consumables/ food : Anything nice. Love spicy food.<br /><br />Favourite place too sleep : Bedroom...<br /><br />Flying? : Yes, I can fly, believe it or not...<br /><br />Swimming or diving : Swimming all the way...diving sounds great too!<br /><br />How many friends in msn : Many offline friends, and I wonder WHY...(any blocking??)<br /><br />Loved one's : God and everything under the sky...soooooooo fake...but yeah!<br /><br />Get kicked on the butt : Get slapped more often...and swiped...-.-"<br /><br />Allergic? : None that I know...smoke perhaps...but that's different...<br /><br />Gastric? : No...<br /><br />Age of marriage? : You mean preferable??? I'd say 32 or sumthing???<br /><br />Children wanted?: Human...<br /><br />Age of death? : Why don't you tell me?<br /><br />Animals in your house? : We hate animals!!! No that would make something up there wrong...<br /><br />Longest fingernails ever kept? : Do you think I measure them? Long enough to scratch you perhaps...<br /><br />Wanted birthday present : Oh refer to my wishlist for god's sake...<br /><br />Q : In your dreams, god makes you a billionaire and grants you a wish, what will you wish for?<br />In my dreams...so that's not real right? I would wish that it's not a dream, so I can have the money!<br /><br />A - Attached or single ? : Single and enjoying it.<br /><br />B - Best friend? : Terry Chan<br /><br />C - Cake or pie ? : Both in my mouth thank you!!!<br /><br />D - Day of choice? - Anyday but Doomsday...<br /><br />E - Essential item ? - What kind of item? Stationery? Gadget?<br /><br />F - Favourite colour? - Hmm...it changes now and then...for the meantime...it's aqua blue...<br /><br />G - Gummy bears or worms? : Balls...<br /><br />H - Hometown? : Teluk Intan, Perak.<br /><br />I - Favourite indulgence : Ice-creams, chocolates, cookies, cakes...<br /><br />J - January or July? : Can't decide<br /><br />K - Kids? - Yay for mine...nay for the little ********<br /><br />L - Life isn't complete without? Everything in it...<br /><br />M - Marriage date : Hmm...have to refer to the elder's books! Something like almanac??? Lol...<br /><br />N - Number of magazine subscriptions? - None...I buy when I like...<br /><br />O - Oranges or apples? Since it's 'O' I'd go with oranges...<br /><br />P - Phobias : Not that serious...<br /><br />Q - Quotes? : I forgot...<br /><br />R - Reasons to smile? I feel funny, you look funny, I feel happy, you make me happy, a polite gesture, a disguise...<br /><br />S - Season of choice: Sale!!! Kidding...Spring perhaps...<br /><br />T - Tag 10 people- You are <span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>oo greedy aren't you?? I don'<span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span> wan<span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>! (<span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>hank me everyone! :D)<br /><br />U - Unknown fact about me? I...like to count punctuation marks in sentences while reading...<br /><br />V - Vegetable? Yes but nay to spices like parsleys and stuff, and also slimy vegetables like lady's fingers and aubergine...<br /><br />W - Worst habit? Forgetful...<br /><br />X - X-men? Lame thing for 'X'...at least come out with something else...<br /><br />Y - Your favorite food - I thought I saw that somewhere up there...<br /><br />Z - Zodiac sign - Another lame 'Z'...Sagittarius...Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-62450138797343188082009-01-07T11:44:00.013+08:002009-07-03T09:10:10.312+08:00Save me, save you, save everyone...save your money too...Another song that I want to share. <div><br /></div><div>A really touching and meaningful one...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">"We are very proud to present to you our video for "Save You". What originally inspired this song was Pierre's brother's battle with cancer. About 3 years ago, Jay was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphatic cancer. After 2 years of extremely difficult chemotherapy treatments, he learned that the cancer was gone for now and that he was in remission. After being told he had a 50-50 chance to come out of this alive, he had won his battle. <br /><br />Because this happened to someone so close to us, we felt that, as a band, we had to do something to help. We had to get involved and use our voice to make a difference in the fight against cancer. <br /><br />We wanted this video to tell his story and the ones of all cancer survivors. We want to show how strong people can be when facing adversity and hardship and how resilient the human mind and body can be. We wanted to relay a message of hope, survival and courage. <br /><br />With the assistance of iTunes, Lava/Atlantic, and Warner/Chappell Music, all proceeds from each downloaded sale will be distributed to cancer charities around the world, through the Simple Plan Foundation. "Save You" - which is also found on our self-titled third studio album "Simple Plan" - can be purchased on iTunes here:</span></span><a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=291313100&s=143441" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">U.S.</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> | </span></span></span><a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=291313100&s=143455" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Canada</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <br /><br />We wish to send out a special thank you to everyone involved in the creation of this video, the production crew, the Leucan Association, and all the survivors that took time out of their busy schedules to be part of this very special message. You are an inspiration to us all! <br /><br />We hope that with your assistance, you can help us beat cancer.<br /><br />Thank you<br />Simple Plan"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div>from <a href="http://www.simpleplan.com/saveyou/">http://www.simpleplan.com/saveyou/</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(And why am I addicted to songs for cancer???)</div><div><br /></div><div>I dedicate this song to everyone reading the blog, my friends and family</div><div><br /></div><div>Never give up in anything you do!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fP9fBb8wjY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fP9fBb8wjY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the lyrics-------></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Save You - Simple Plan</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Take a breath </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I pull myself together </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Just another step until I reach the door </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You’ll never know the way it </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">tears me up inside to see you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wish that I could tell you something </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">and take it all away </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes I wish I could save you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">And there’s so many things </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">that I want you to know </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I won’t give up till it’s over </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If it takes you forever I want you to know </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">When I hear your voice </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It's drowning into whispers </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You're just skin and bones </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">There’s nothing left to take </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">No matter what I do I </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">can’t make you feel better </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If only I could find the answer </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">To help me understand </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes I wish I could save you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">And there’s so many things </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">that I want you to know </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wont give up till it’s over </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If it takes you forever I want you to know </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">That if you fall, stumble down </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I’ll pick you up off the ground </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If you lose faith in you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I’ll give you strength to pull through </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tell me you won't give up cause </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I’ll be waiting if you fall </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Oh you know I’ll be there for you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">(Ahahaha) </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If only I could find the answer </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">To take it all away </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes I wish I could save you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">And there’s so many things </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">that I want you to know </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wont give up till it's over </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If it takes you forever I want you to know (Oooh) </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wish I could save you </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I want you to know (Ohohh) </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I wish I could save you (ohh)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;">Well, it works for money too, if you want. Just tweak some lines......</span></p></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-15594563762849097902009-01-06T18:46:00.004+08:002009-01-06T20:19:29.536+08:002008 is a nut!<div style="text-align: left;">Well, I hope it's not too late to write about my 2008 as many people have already done that. This is gonna be "2008 in a nutshell"---an alternative title....or "2008 is nuts!"<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2008 was sure a very very dramatic year for me. In fact I think it's the most dramatic year to date(not to mention those political news that got more and more juicy). Lot's and lot's of things happened, and I've learn from each and everyone of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of last year, I was chatting with my best buddy Wai Hong as we couldn't sleep. We talked about how our lives have changed since we left our warm, cosy and sweet little innocent town and enter the evil and harsh world--the real world. I was surprised at how similar our encounters were. I guess everyone will go through those things at certain point. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I was a good moment as we got to learn from each other. I wish I wasn't wrong by saying that we have to protect ourselves when we are out alone. Of course there's nothing wrong with protecting yourselves, but sometimes I found out that you have to protect protect(something like Colgate double protection?), and no, the thing on your mind is not what I'm talking about. Sometimes I had to be selfish, and when I realised that, I got all emo o.O. Well at least it wasn't as bad as you think. When I'm back to my friends and family I'm back to normal. Sometimes I do wonder if I have multi-personality, nah that might freak everybody out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Noticed a slight decline in studies, maybe it was too little stress. So here a little resolution for 2009, think about nothing but studies!!! But that's sad, because we(me and Wai Hong) promised each other to have girlfriends exactly a year later. We both know we have high expectations on the opposite sex and it's not gonna work. So let's see what happens :D. On the contrary, it was really dramatic to find out all your friends being sxxxs and change partners like...everyday?(sorry I was exaggerating, but you get the idea)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, and there was the realisation of the importance of money in this (TMTH) world. It started with living by myself, so every financial decision was on me. Living around KL is like burning you money, unlike my hometown where money hardly goes anywhere. Then there's the foreseen economy crisis(yes I knew it was coming! The world is......), which makes money more......hated. Oh and did I mention I worked as part timer? It was fun but exhausting :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Some trivia :D</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Favourite movie of 2008</div><div>The Dark Knight (Heath Ledger rocks!....in heaven <(nn)> )</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Favourite song</div><div>I'm yours (I know I know, but it's not over-rated, you just got bored hearing it)</div><div>*ps: love Rihanna too :P</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Favourite book</div><div>The yellow Reader given by Ms Zatur(you know I'm being sarcastic)</div><div><br /></div><div>It's the Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom (such inspiring...)</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Favourite news</div><div>Someone got shoe-ed??? Lol</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Most disturbing thing that happened to my body</div><div>Pimples...arrrghhh!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Favourite person</div><div>Myself (no points for guessing it right :P)</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Favourite TV show</div><div>For English - Pushing Daisies (Brian Fuller is a genius)</div><div>Heroes is sooooo disappointing</div><div><br /></div><div>Cantonese - Moonlight Resonance </div><div><br /></div><div>8. Favourite food</div><div>Can't think of a particular one...what about pork from BBQ Plaza? (No offense to muslims)</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Favourite drink</div><div>Blood...my arse! (If someone mentions the word "Twilight" again, I'll drink his/hers)</div><div>Mocha is still my favourite :P (I......e....ya......will always love you.......woo......oooo......eee....I.....)</div><div><br /></div><div>In a nutshell 2008 has been a nice year for me, no bad things(I'm optimistic so "bad" means bad bad). I discovered more on myself and other people around me, learned more in my studies(always grateful for that), moved to a new house(I'm moving again =.=", once each sem!), met new friends(some really weird), worked in Parkson, had a good time during festivals like Halloween, enjoyed my life and learned to love myself more(it's not vain). Cried because I was shocked(really shocked), laughed because I was happy, got pissed sometimes but my EQ saved me(I'm getting a tad more irritating now). </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, thank God, my family, my friends, my housemates, my lecturers, the strange strangers I met, my Appie, my books, my assignments for living through 2008 with me!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>2009!!! Ya better be good to me! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPw4wpJozJFBg9JHwnavUuUXhaolcu0fELTIWGKdSH1YW-3wD-AmF8X6gc_O0gA1e2y5Rf2aKzF_xy9v39zoLwlhID4DXouDmnh4YhzRbtF2wdGNvPf9w0HYbaz4T3G-UnEq8N0wTeSMY/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPPw4wpJozJFBg9JHwnavUuUXhaolcu0fELTIWGKdSH1YW-3wD-AmF8X6gc_O0gA1e2y5Rf2aKzF_xy9v39zoLwlhID4DXouDmnh4YhzRbtF2wdGNvPf9w0HYbaz4T3G-UnEq8N0wTeSMY/s320/DSC01734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288154102275569618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-79086421476896491452008-12-15T23:55:00.038+08:002009-07-03T09:21:33.765+08:00Superstar Libra (Day 1 - 11/12/08)<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">*This post is loooooooong o.O</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Started our journey from Teluk Intan to Port Klang at around 8.00 am(we had to check-in at 12). Ate our breakfast in a coffee-shop before we continued the journey. <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhLfREjjcdxWHGBmttG-x_Otl4QrIdiPlrEEHCm2uPEDixEyy2MP0zFht5pyLxllY79IgPxOlx5XgTbk7PQKyKEfozmueihKTSwYkMQUp4Afslnv2WCAgzqb4eSJOI0e3voIURQedH0pF/s200/P1010505a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280050805809300610" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">On the way!!!</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Reached West Port, Port Klang earlier than we've expected (thanks to the maps, and no thanks to the unsurprisingly bad Malaysian road signs). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDesLTY6SpfLQkHF09LdYz64bE-0Caz_ROI055y8p8E4AShw3SGQWbz6uWL9ZAEzwzrGC_UlQ3b4f4EHyIZhDGX8FTQtz7U0MjI81V5_RaWVck-jact5XWFabJ6OYZ3_IB22cAFISXgtC9/s320/P1010509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280052684714709250" /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Terminal Star Cruises</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Saw the ship when we arrived and thought it was huge because of the distance.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5R57Lmq6lZn1REv4dvfO4G8SSlWA44Vx2L1NTyKQ76JSZRBjDuBeCtbWtscLVVyGlmdS89f8k9MRi0mq5xKtCK05zRRgdQRaMM87u_qXlIuEpaysgNX3R726N2zy100kTIQSHRm2lsW0z/s320/P1010507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054348507484610" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Wow, that's huge!!</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But apparently we were wrong. After obtaining our cruise access cards (which act as our ICs, cabin keys, and credit cards on the ship), we proceeded to the port. When we looked at the ship up close, the third largest ship under the company wasn't that huge actually :S<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXHWQhWkUK1g-TYZbXJF1GKQDR15dJ1j4WRmKyOVFy-WfRgatkdAXr09AR0LfNi5UpoM9QpT4oBmOutX96itogzSpvatJYsrR7MKAz7EauzXgO3yb9vjupd8Egmfx-jeyIuCzwtMl_sXC/s320/P1010517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054361120341506" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Err, fishing boat? :P</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1MeN9z29ALFnlDSD3jxjR7IGlGGdzfzP6oaymxgiNa1Y1j5KQdvjXH8rN4SywDDdjP8dg8ER8MN81uyXWmoMygELZIG6T3RlshVas9qdtejPZ8ScRI56-ynCGACfNyT7sZedjfYys4j7/s320/P1010518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280061049305519106" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Not to compare it to Titanic, but it does look small from here...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVnlUvtZCfHqmsywVh14w7mv1AHvSA6GYEOj166kIyw7qbW-rajDakCv0oi1vGo_n0iTc8w2oqpBoGaPe7YL8uZuKRPJ_tqzHec7lumClIr4SKWGFvsgS3SFdIK8Evt87eGRBwc5fmDHy/s320/P1010519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280061058248653762" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Gotta identify the small boats up there and run towards them as soon as you hear the siren! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everyone had to take a picture with a mascot and a pair of weirdly dressed dancers before boarding the ship.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9xlXtRzVHW3o_U-cbJFsLnKd0toCn4BCNAdFI1v3XFU53MD8sAB93uhGoiTobF3ujh7Fhntys4Sfk9Jz5wMjD4xL66vtQze7yCJlYV9eOyRJfRHYa92qAbACp8ijU1gBoQKK-nWf3_mU/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280067972251045346" /><div style="text-align: left;">Photos, key chains, and fridge magnets up for sale that my sis took (Shh...we were not allowed...). I did not buy any because one photo costed 12 SGD (Singapore Dollar!!! Current exchange rate: 2.4) and one tiny key chain and fridge magnet were 10 SGD each! By the way, everything on the ship was in SGD, so imagine what could I buy...=.=. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My elder sister thinks the mascot is a chicky, my second sister thinks it's a duck, and I think it's a bird. What do you think?<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Straight away went to our cabins after boarding the ship. They were located at Deck 2, one for my parents and one for us. Oh my word, Deck 2?!!! My first reaction was:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"We are the first to die when the ship sinks!"</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Not that I didn't know where we were sleeping already. But still, I couldn't help but bitch a little :P. You have no choice but to pay the price right? I mean, you've gotta pay the big "price" when you only paid a small price right? (Does this make sense to you?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxJW7UqRiwZb4n5Y9cueU7b0skIJsnK-YwT5CqvftlPf2qzZNFYBWPGKbs00lRHt7kRJkqYuV8uFPSFLUrTyfAoWLZgRLpUoGcyItQPPW2yz1hgtEqY5h_UdkXKOIN9U5OcMwp9Y5ZqCgS/s200/P1010523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280270952365400386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Room 2116</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiG7wbb-lNwLruUCYraxldlF-Cv7MdLLE2kAj5-f9fwgfrOsgR339agrtwKQhBG2_kcjKoNVwJi63KceV_pg37FJUvbZEnSu_49x_qxewGbPg8ptcEjhTDwDEL_NBZD2QYQ0g_ktEx_Rlw/s320/P1010525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280272172794839618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Weird picture on the wall</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq37x32QdBUhrkiYTHKggVG2KQ6PrhVU7j4ej3jTGEcrIOMkKmUs8aitTXJi9MJ8U1wjrFGVcvX6j1vZGU3HZxc2xxZukXBVWePTNXhH28MrNsUhOqEcFcdYvZoswRWW1eOisyB2YVCDRJ/s320/P1010530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280272175738067970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Amy checking out the hairdryer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNuaB6lcrROhy4Q-JRcmVnM5dDDJgI4FJa2-67XDisqqBLf0iL6XKdVkU8eEIzPudSqGyp9NlkH0LohkC0eEIrHzcGA4SDXr3W8guWuY39kpwf_KGwcWO-ERA4gk7RERO9PNAM1O-MlxD/s320/P1010532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280272185754689474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Small TV on the shelves</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Looked at the Star Navigator that we have to see what activities we could join. But before that, we had to check their food first. There are three inclusive restaurants: Four Seasons(western fine dining), Ocean Palace(chinese cuisine), and Mariners Buffet(international buffet), each has a different theme for dinner everyday. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We chose the Mariner's Buffet first and made our way to the rear of the ship. There were two entrances, one at the far left and the other at the far right. Since we came from the left side so it was natural to enter from the left entrance. I saw a huge word "EXIT" on the door and my dysfunctioning brain thought it was an alien word. Therefore, the whole family entered the restaurant from the EXIT and proceeded to the plates and cutlery, all the while shaking our butts and thought nothing was wrong. Fortunately(thank God), we were lining up beside the entrance and saw people queuing outside to get their cards swiped before entering the restaurant. It was only then that we realised we entered without swiping out cards, and feeling rather embarrassed, we quickly exited and came back from the entrance.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything went smoothly after that and we got our first ever meal on the cruise. Not many choices actually and the food wasn't really good. Can't recall the exact food but there were rice, chicken, vegetables, fruits, desserts like cakes and drinks like coffee, tea, and orange juice as always.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXYM_DS_NUT4bHycX_DxnA3iVTiXfYKNJlvsqj6auAtMsesMuKOqu2lApp5DmPvHqyqSN3eFqKAB_Md2KrzqiANo6FfqBA8ADo9oF2WUu90wLKA7UpHLaYia_-P1YnzhEK-4PSrGFMz73/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXYM_DS_NUT4bHycX_DxnA3iVTiXfYKNJlvsqj6auAtMsesMuKOqu2lApp5DmPvHqyqSN3eFqKAB_Md2KrzqiANo6FfqBA8ADo9oF2WUu90wLKA7UpHLaYia_-P1YnzhEK-4PSrGFMz73/s320/P1010538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637459745283362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">My food (didn't finish it)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMlooCYTwDvGjcvi40uvNkDh8ZwgAhTR9YYGF9oWBeHpvai2_gM53NndprbX4xxMpfq1K8SbZ2E8kp-kFdIpBr1THa2n2V0q0HrBVuITaiUjC2XgkwicTkcUXe6pCZBIeUnuvhJ0JRNNR/s1600-h/P1010539.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMlooCYTwDvGjcvi40uvNkDh8ZwgAhTR9YYGF9oWBeHpvai2_gM53NndprbX4xxMpfq1K8SbZ2E8kp-kFdIpBr1THa2n2V0q0HrBVuITaiUjC2XgkwicTkcUXe6pCZBIeUnuvhJ0JRNNR/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637463197913730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Me and my sis "enjoying" the food</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">During the lunch, we saw Superstar Virgo coming to the port and it was huge! It's the biggest ship under the company.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JNWeX25b9aIjulM80FbPvl84j3NB2EcNKj9Ap7f54Z3UCux2AuVUR9ZTNGJLWCEQacBRgPvzznkkn_sXabC0AKg1Cpfk1Vx89WPDV0T2Pdpoz0iH3JERTwIbuqSx7rtqiE2v4Ch1-rRa/s1600-h/P1010542.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JNWeX25b9aIjulM80FbPvl84j3NB2EcNKj9Ap7f54Z3UCux2AuVUR9ZTNGJLWCEQacBRgPvzznkkn_sXabC0AKg1Cpfk1Vx89WPDV0T2Pdpoz0iH3JERTwIbuqSx7rtqiE2v4Ch1-rRa/s320/P1010542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282637465131828594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Superstar Virgo (Why is it Virgo not Sagittarius?)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After the lunch, time to check our navigator! (I like how they called it navigator, so...piraty, or sailory) There were a ship tour and a Christmas Jumbled Words at 2.00 pm, but frankly I could explore the whole ship myself in 15 minutes, therefore off we went to the Galaxy of the Stars.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The name of the game says it all(isn't it obvious?). The host, Godie from the Philippines would show us a card with scrambled letters and we were supposed to unscramble them to form a word related to Christmas in a 10 seconds. There were a total of 15 words to be figured out such as christmas tree, candies, Santa Claus, reindeer, The Three Kings, Bethlehem, mistletoe etc. Five of us shared a piece of answer sheet, sadly we only managed to complete 10 words. In other words, we lost :(.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But the price wasn't good so I didn't care. After that, we had basic ballroom dance class with coordinator Douglas all the way from Brazil! (Woot, ballroom dancing! :D) Me, my father and my sisters all went up. My mum sat back to take pictures. And seriously, my camera was turning into a bitch, time to change a new one I shall say!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8DgWUdT0gQ0N8bKPbftA6pCxRWYmxO0kZuLlElRVj2MkBKra5xErX_EM4_Dzsm2lqDnGhSS2-1mfr5q7SvUb2IGL7tntzRkFApBh4IYDXSfVdT3ldvyPq9tewP0bZXOqZfwhGlB5UCes/s1600-h/DSC03087.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8DgWUdT0gQ0N8bKPbftA6pCxRWYmxO0kZuLlElRVj2MkBKra5xErX_EM4_Dzsm2lqDnGhSS2-1mfr5q7SvUb2IGL7tntzRkFApBh4IYDXSfVdT3ldvyPq9tewP0bZXOqZfwhGlB5UCes/s320/DSC03087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008641821464290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Galaxy of the Stars</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesXr3qIVg1KR6Y9_V_propfOCIZU98HR2joIn_Gi-x2_UcTeTxTZtN_XUXuf341UbQPGXveeBx3S-EhS9blGpUIUwlokrdFpWhoZ0Z3LrV7x2DDCwZ1dvLHye5SdAJCf4WefNOOw9nqMT/s1600-h/P1010543.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesXr3qIVg1KR6Y9_V_propfOCIZU98HR2joIn_Gi-x2_UcTeTxTZtN_XUXuf341UbQPGXveeBx3S-EhS9blGpUIUwlokrdFpWhoZ0Z3LrV7x2DDCwZ1dvLHye5SdAJCf4WefNOOw9nqMT/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007496943871362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> Stage of Galaxy of the Stars</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVY-RHEaHVFFJ3OaXI8ArGVhbRN6D2HUmlCXJsKDnpJHOYFHvpudYvpH_AqLFd_aopZ4ZNlGtt6mJtZjIk3dnHUM9X7BFaTvn5RvI_jNsCqBF3J_9sGp3f7-zNMgvpN-ySL-ub9PkDF9J/s1600-h/P1010544.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVY-RHEaHVFFJ3OaXI8ArGVhbRN6D2HUmlCXJsKDnpJHOYFHvpudYvpH_AqLFd_aopZ4ZNlGtt6mJtZjIk3dnHUM9X7BFaTvn5RvI_jNsCqBF3J_9sGp3f7-zNMgvpN-ySL-ub9PkDF9J/s320/P1010544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007498948488338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I like the way they arrange the chairs and couches</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjm3Fd85UGuTsEd83f9JYJycKuXOBa6h2AHw_jbiLdjQLunAhH1HdYxuE5m9zTTKvZoXI6CCnL9et-XkqcpPlTt4loxVsZkzA6JnR5Ba-JTkZvyyrE_7o9bdRCAcEYVaeGzsUnwfa7IIC/s1600-h/P1010551.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjm3Fd85UGuTsEd83f9JYJycKuXOBa6h2AHw_jbiLdjQLunAhH1HdYxuE5m9zTTKvZoXI6CCnL9et-XkqcpPlTt4loxVsZkzA6JnR5Ba-JTkZvyyrE_7o9bdRCAcEYVaeGzsUnwfa7IIC/s320/P1010551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007502755513298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Move your hips!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73DJT4RJCL041CH40PtpfUA8bs3rGBsfcFnsrHQF2xRUKbaaV_VubEK2CLbVcaX6k0n0Q_BoMMA8EHjsDeiIEWoJDxYJMV4dV10YHc1O8cPTUnH_ty0cIMCUcY0lezgIryO1xDc3l0Jel/s1600-h/P1010553.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73DJT4RJCL041CH40PtpfUA8bs3rGBsfcFnsrHQF2xRUKbaaV_VubEK2CLbVcaX6k0n0Q_BoMMA8EHjsDeiIEWoJDxYJMV4dV10YHc1O8cPTUnH_ty0cIMCUcY0lezgIryO1xDc3l0Jel/s320/P1010553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007511408771634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Overall it was a fun lesson, after that we were required to couple up, and it was more fun! We had to twist and turn all the while having to avoid stepping on others' toes. After that Douglas told us there'll be a intermediate class tomorrow so we had to practice!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After that, there was a Cruise Variety Show at 4.00pm. Since it's a variety show, there were many different kinds of performances like singing, dancing, and even funny acts from the wacky performers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When the show began, the ship started to sail too. After the variety show, my sisters went to the deck to take pictures and I went back to the cabin with a board game that I borrowed. Unfortunately nobody wanted to play it so we bathed and prepared for dinner. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJ1eaFEFdwMo0gFyA5alDN9NRBMlVOJR7IhRTCfo4p7tQDQmbzLXi1RBubxFN0GoOewZNqQSjLd3X-EZD41KMQ4iTp6CtHQAuzJd1ZGMpGO-ydidpkdJjnWtlnKaXyLLISxyFnRmtmMRl/s320/P1010563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017000708426450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SI448In-I6wcCH7lvS6AHa62Jqy1uYYs3PsqcKjcye8iQHDG3tIjc_UL2WcKr8VftJekImkfhbMqY78QUMwjrLjHKpSIo7z7tjoBUeMnfvknIkbcJbb6skKYkI9iam-qQ6TMQcIEIl8b/s320/P1010562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014052366688114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We chose to go to Four Seasons, the western fine dining restaurant and of course, they have dress code =.=.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYAD0DzEGKzFbF1UruuUGyTzop9WPfYtMSNfrTP9o91-4oxOcpc_lOkHZDzWWKqupK-VC_A_KWPyWaJ_I7Bmllwamz3F6K8ubOz-BIwDUdlJUWUBTv_DGFuyz8mXXRqqZLc0FiGXBp2E0U/s320/P1010580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019425754542114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">THEME: EAST MEET WEST</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Dinner Menu</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Appetizer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Grilled Chicken Salad</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thai style salad with mesclun lettuce</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKiC1ST9GKnvojanm_wk5_aa3esOCuV3hMjrhiDkPA4m7QlM0zOossMJOLOD6-5_pwHzaWvAQLUaTzAvQmPnNyUp9gq8Vi2xvwoItpdQo-3HNwzY_HkCsdICcX05XBs2hXnbSWR9AOUfK/s1600-h/P1010591.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKiC1ST9GKnvojanm_wk5_aa3esOCuV3hMjrhiDkPA4m7QlM0zOossMJOLOD6-5_pwHzaWvAQLUaTzAvQmPnNyUp9gq8Vi2xvwoItpdQo-3HNwzY_HkCsdICcX05XBs2hXnbSWR9AOUfK/s320/P1010591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024680376801458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Garden Greens</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">mixed lettuce with choice of dressings: Thousand Island, Balsamic or French Dressing</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Soup</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lamb Broth</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Asian style soup with cumin and coriander</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXrs74fC15QTaZt0gLdEarOd2JwzWc1c_aHIs47OrfGD9F7VhA66S9qwMh_YeDFPiY_fVJkGDXpaYcaMEqLenHIffVzXcrk39rNhUi8EjZeMwtJIloC8tLksPFtaFdO9NqzdUdwxbGpqQ/s1600-h/P1010592.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsXrs74fC15QTaZt0gLdEarOd2JwzWc1c_aHIs47OrfGD9F7VhA66S9qwMh_YeDFPiY_fVJkGDXpaYcaMEqLenHIffVzXcrk39rNhUi8EjZeMwtJIloC8tLksPFtaFdO9NqzdUdwxbGpqQ/s320/P1010592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024683372653570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Cream of Asparagus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0ndmXLSczlE7pBMTeOUOWKhfl7bb7dYjbfggQJjSsLgzOBHxGogZXgw4gCUpwzAgKxVW34omkH4mPLUy2XOvkv8lxVtXsKgBZhQxfWybxuQyYPXiwibgbK4YtreieXw09rj13B5XIcEo/s1600-h/P1010593.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0ndmXLSczlE7pBMTeOUOWKhfl7bb7dYjbfggQJjSsLgzOBHxGogZXgw4gCUpwzAgKxVW34omkH4mPLUy2XOvkv8lxVtXsKgBZhQxfWybxuQyYPXiwibgbK4YtreieXw09rj13B5XIcEo/s320/P1010593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024698119033538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Main Course</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Grilled Chicken Breast</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">served with lemon grass peanut sauce and raisin rice</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV-sQkTWp5qfzV5wrOoHbI28BRpSVUP_hhqccs6XjTDSxtNiF8UC4DvLBlvMYNFi8EdW0pjKwtCQFHQV5AfTpwuImCk1Vvk7Ttk37LsrSyAY4d-FLdWi83ITcanCIiDHJokMco_t8a4eZ/s1600-h/P1010597.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV-sQkTWp5qfzV5wrOoHbI28BRpSVUP_hhqccs6XjTDSxtNiF8UC4DvLBlvMYNFi8EdW0pjKwtCQFHQV5AfTpwuImCk1Vvk7Ttk37LsrSyAY4d-FLdWi83ITcanCIiDHJokMco_t8a4eZ/s320/P1010597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024706940711634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dory Teriyaki</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">oven baked teriyaki dory fillet with roasted potato and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">sautéed </span>mixed vegetables</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJVHpF0Scqub1dvohlSEDpcy22IWbYfiJdMKSYPrzTwqYbtZO5Ol4Fl17cnHT0-9RaQ7f89WP5jbF57m2QUPIwCOq-Hek_rGPO0QEjZ0-nk4t0iiND6fE95C3z-2IBAWIJvoQkeyAXM68/s1600-h/P1010596.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJVHpF0Scqub1dvohlSEDpcy22IWbYfiJdMKSYPrzTwqYbtZO5Ol4Fl17cnHT0-9RaQ7f89WP5jbF57m2QUPIwCOq-Hek_rGPO0QEjZ0-nk4t0iiND6fE95C3z-2IBAWIJvoQkeyAXM68/s320/P1010596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283024699447850098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">or<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Spaghetti Bolognese</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">pasta in thick rich meat sauce</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">or</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pizza Al Fungi</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">mushroom pizza with double cheese</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Dessert</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mandarin Bavaroise</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvJqUi-q36E4P4chErTzBtUFtZxo7WC2ic1UGPVLzOYYIwJQE0p_LUVMArThOy6qcRUWGi-Ey1Jog_UNPa3tQxscAAQNV3sI3sm4figQXO6mXXuJyIlOtEV25_8U7bDk-mypcq6y1yS6g/s1600-h/P1010599.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvJqUi-q36E4P4chErTzBtUFtZxo7WC2ic1UGPVLzOYYIwJQE0p_LUVMArThOy6qcRUWGi-Ey1Jog_UNPa3tQxscAAQNV3sI3sm4figQXO6mXXuJyIlOtEV25_8U7bDk-mypcq6y1yS6g/s320/P1010599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283026360690400290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">or<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Choices of Ice Cream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vanilla, Strawberry or Chocolate</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvUrXehIa3z9C_WYjUecC0P20B2EexOV-sbgVHFfEKeV6Az63l5q-es8KOUpB-2wHTbWA0zae1jqnbbD9ujdiCS7P5YKe6lm6HJvL1v97N_vB2u5ElZjN16aO2Bn93qLAvSJJYGUis0N1/s320/P1010601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283026363421192978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">*If you don't see any pictures for certain food above, that's because nobody ordered them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everybody ordered Grilled Chicken Salad because it sounded nice, and in fact, it was quite nice (8/10). My Lamb Broth wasn't bad (7.5/10), so was my mum's Cream of Asparagus (6.5/10). Dory Teriyaki (5.5/10) was okay but my sister's Grilled Chicken Breast (7.5/10) was better. I didn't really like Mandarin Bavoroise (5/10), and the ice-cream was no Ben & Jerry's or HäagenDazs (I kinda thought it was Nestlé's).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Overall I give the dinner a 7.5 out of 10 :), at least it was better than the lunch. But the service wasn't really good. (Well, I'm picky :P)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After dinner, it's party time!!! There's something called Call My Bluff at 9.15 pm. Basically it's like a game show. There are four liars in the Liar's Club: Hendrix, Godie, Herel, and Hari, and they are the crazy cruise staffs. A rare word would be given, and these liars had to give their own definitions of the word, only one would be correct. Four people from the audience would be chosen to participate and they had to decide who was telling the truth.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">First word - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Crapulence</span> (The thing that crossed my mind was this word is a whole lotta crap!)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Definition - A sickness caused by excessive drinking or eating (And I was like, "Isn't that flatulence?" Lol!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, these liars had their own style in giving crap, Hendrix (draped in christmas light bulbs and wearing devil's horns) is good at giving dictionary styled definition that could be mistaken as the truth. Godie was always talking about his girlfriend and his likes to find out the definition by determining the root word (Therefore crapulence means a person full of crap =.=). Herel has many ex-boyfriends all around the world, and claimed that she just loves men. And Hari is a grand-mamma's boy, and he learned all the words from his grandmother, who always tells the truth.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Second word - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tittup</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Definition - A lively, capering manner of moving or walking; a prance, this word comes from the imitation of the sound of horse hooves.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">Third word - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Blenophobia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">They wanted singles to go up, and of course, no adults in their right minds would admit they are single. So all four teens went up, including me =.=".</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">The correct definition was supposedly "The fear of slime", and I got it wrong because it chose Hari's answer, which was the fear of mother-in-laws (Pantheraphobia)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">Here's where things got tricky...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;">You see, the correct answer was "The fear of slime", or that's what everyone ass-u-me-d. I went online to check, and BOOM! Blenophobia(or belonephobia) is the fear of pins and needles, and the peer(can't resists to use some Philipino slang :P) of slime is BleNNophobia! Wow, tricky isn't it?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-puacOoh9nUI5gZidYaRNWyaD5_F6LH4alxm59Gpx-FzJkZMdmV6xbkluSVKloiACqxxLWndvs10ajkU4OVA8mA1VNNxX_LPCd5ErpfimHSOYTbssoG_E2vU4y0zY804fpZAFkh3py2u/s1600-h/P1010603.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-puacOoh9nUI5gZidYaRNWyaD5_F6LH4alxm59Gpx-FzJkZMdmV6xbkluSVKloiACqxxLWndvs10ajkU4OVA8mA1VNNxX_LPCd5ErpfimHSOYTbssoG_E2vU4y0zY804fpZAFkh3py2u/s320/P1010603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284016397720546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">A blurry pic as prove (how good a proof is it =.=") Although it's blocked, you can make out that the letter before 'n' was actually an 'e'(can't be another 'n'), and the letter they were showing was 'Blenophobia'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay enough of Sherlock Holmes! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fourth word - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">can't remember! </span>=.="</div><div style="text-align: left;">Definition - A slap by the bishop during confirmation ceremony.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">People start guessing, and you might get prizes! Post a comment if you know.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Final word - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dynomania</span> (Hmm...my favourite word among them)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Definition - a sudden urge to dance (An the crazy Hari started dancing Bhangra)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although at first I thought it was "crazy over throwing explosives into fire", or something like that. (That'd probably be Dynamania instead)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After this game show we had another party called "Hollywood to Bollywood", were the audience were asked to go on stage and dance. Some of them were really funny and it was fun to watch.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This post is so long I hope it doesn't bore you guys.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's pretty much day 1! Stay tune for the next day!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And please forgive the fact that I took a week to complete a day (blogging I mean). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-81829593229019922932008-12-15T00:20:00.002+08:002008-12-15T00:33:33.093+08:00Ahoy Matey!I'm back from the sea! And I'm gonna blog it all out!<div><br /></div><div>Just got back today (yesterday I mean) and I'm so tired.</div><div><br /></div><div>There will be lots of words and pics.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm using <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">my</span> blog as a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">personal journal</span> to record my vacations, therefore the posts are gonna be very very detailed (if I can remember).</div><div><br /></div><div>You are welcomed to skip any boring parts as you please.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gotta sleep first, bye! </div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-55534664421131998532008-12-10T17:15:00.012+08:002008-12-15T00:12:16.428+08:00Green ChristmasLet's not forget about our dear <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Earth</span> this festive season!<div><br /></div><div>Every year, Christmas always has a huge impact on the environment. Tons of gift-wrappers, paper plates, Christmas cards, presents are produced in huge quantity to cater to people celebrating the joyous day all around the world. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Having said that, let's have a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Green</span> Christmas this year! An environmental friendly Christmas that has less impact on the Earth. Here are a few tips that will help save the planet while at the same time making Christmas more fun-filled. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">1. Eco-friendly Christmas Cards</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div>If one person gives out 10 cards, imagine how many trees were chopped for the entire community that celebrates Christmas. Get your creative juices flow by making your own cards. For younger kids, shows like <a href="http://www.hitentertainment.com/artattack/wobblychristmascards.html">Art Attack</a> offer lots of advice on how to make cards and decorations. Replace the materials with recycled papers and pictures cut out from magazines or newspapers. Pressed flowers and leaves are perfect for decorating the cards. Last year's Christmas cards can also be recycled into new cards, but make sure that the senders never find out. By making your own cards, no plastic wrappers will be used, no transportation involved, and it's cheaper, considering the economy now.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are busy, save time and money by sending out e-cards. Free e-cards can be found easily on the net. If you prefer sticking to the tradition of sending out real Christmas cards, and wouldn't mind spending some money, buy Christmas cards made out of recycled materials. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">2. Green Gifts</span></div><div><br /></div><div>There are lots of green gifts that can be found everywhere. Take some time to browse on sites like e-bay, or go Christmas shopping at shops that sells Eco-friendly goods, and you might find many interesting gifts for your friends and family. Certain products made out of alternative materials that are easier to produce such as bamboo instead of wood are definitely great choices. T-Shirts that send out green messages and are <a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/2007/04/03/ts-designs-eco-friendly-t-shirt-printing/">eco-friendly</a> themselves make the top of the list for sure. Here is a great blog entry that features several <a href="http://sirehdancengkeh.com/?p=390">shoe brands</a> that sell environmental friendly foot-gloves.</div><div><br /></div><div>To avoid sending out presents that eventually end up as rubbish, ask your recipients what they like to receive. Gift vouchers are safe choices as they can buy anything they want. Make a wish-list yourself if possible. If you receive anything that you don't want or don't need, smile because you know that you will be spending less next Christmas and secretly wish that your next recipient will like what you have received.</div><div><br /></div><div>Use magazine pages or other unused papers as gift wrappers. Beautiful chocolate or candy wrappers can be used to decorate the surfaces. I am sure the recipients will be delighted to receive gifts that help save the environment.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.cwag.org.uk/uploads/images/BinBlog/DSC09156T.JPG" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chocolate wrappers are perfect as alternative to shiny papers</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">3. Think about the Earth when you shop</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is the part where I go all particular and act like your typical granny. For the mums and grannies, it's time to go shopping for groceries and ingredients for Christmas dinner. To save fuel, car pooling with other mums is the best option as it also reduces pollution and provides a good opportunity for some mamma-bonding. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Besides that, buying in large quantities could help save money too. The market guy would be all too happy to propose a 'buy 2 turkeys free 1 chicken foot' or something like that. Buy organic ingredients that are more healthy. Say no to all things artificial!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">One crucial item that a green mum should never forget to bring is reusable shopping bag or basket. Certain stores like Tesco or Cold Storage sell shopping bags that you can bring everyti</div><div style="text-align: left;">me you shop. These shopping bags help eliminate the need of plastic bags. Bio-degradable or not, plastic bags are plain fugly. </div><img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px; " src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/4728/40746551v3240x240frontwp5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.badlani.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/Hi-fashion-shoppers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 346px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/0/3987/26_2008/Bags-that--bounce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shopping for groceries is not longer Ugly Betty's job anymore with these fashionable shopping totes!</span><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">4. Decorate greenly</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not asking you to turn your house into a jungle, or a hideous pile of green things jumbled up together. Showoff your kids' talent by asking them to decorate the house with available materials. One thing to note if your are living in a place that don't snow during Christmas - even though how much Christmas is often associated with snow and snowman, try to convince your children not to scatter ice or snow they gathered from the refrigerator. Use fake Christmas trees that can be reused ever year. If possible, try making all the ornaments for the Christmas tree yourself (besides the light bulbs, unless you want to go all crazy and catch fireflies). Energy saving light bulbs provide suitable lighting while at the same time save energy for your house.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">5. Party with nature</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you are used to buy paper plates and cups, plastic forks and spoon, or worst, polystyrene cups and plates, do NOT repeat that for this Christmas! These party dishes and cutlery are harmful to the environment and they are disposable, which means they are rubbish, and rubbish or wastes do no good to the environment. Instead, prepare reusable cups, plates and cutlery that can be washed for more helpings. Use real napkins instead of paper serviettes. Lastly, use environmental friendly detergent to wash the dishes. If you have the time and effort, it is best to make your own <a href="http://garbageenzyme.com/">garbage enzyme</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's a long way to save the planet but if everybody contribute a little during this festive season, I am sure that the Earth will be happier. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wish everybody a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Merry </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">'Green'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Christmas</span> and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Happy New </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">'Green'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> Year</span>!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-60770894183981907122008-12-09T18:39:00.004+08:002009-07-03T09:15:12.932+08:00Gaudi lost his key???<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This is not a book review</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone heard of this new book called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Gaudi Key</span>? <br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 500px;" src="http://vickycristinabarcelona.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/thegaudikey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>Sounds like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Da Vinci Code</span> ain't it??? </div><div><br /></div><div>When I first saw the book in a newspaper a few days ago, I thought perhaps I should give it a read. So I went searching for it but apparently Malaysian bookstores aren't that up-to-date. </div><div><br /></div><div>All I saw was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> everywhere, how annoying! Just kidding :P.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I came back and decided to read some online reviews. Unfortunately, not even one of the reviews I've read was able convince me to buy that book. They all mentioned about how bad the book was. From what I've read, the way the author delivers the story-line is bad. A book with bad writing paired with puzzling puzzles and boring characters doesn't sound like a good read to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>And they even compared the book to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Da Vinci Code</span>. The result was that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Gaudi</span> can't be compared to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Da Vinci</span>. Seriously, I have never laid my eyes on the incredibly controversial book by Mr Brown. I even had to force myself to finish the boring movie. If <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Gaudi Ke</span>y is worst that that book, I won't care to touch it.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you're wondering who's Gaudi, he was an architect. And his famous cathedral <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">La Sagrada Familia</span> can be seen on the book cover (Lots of choices to learn more about the building <a href="http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=La+sagrada+familia&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8">here</a>). This book talks about the mystery that revolves around the architect's death and Christianity at that time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pretty interesting theme for me but unfortunately I'm not buying it. Or should I buy the book and give it a try, since I'm not a person who often listens to other's opinion.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe someone should read it first and tell me whether it's worth the bucks. I'm so evil.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-54950517454555352912008-12-02T18:16:00.004+08:002008-12-04T02:32:29.453+08:00R.I.P Joern UtzonShocking news (not exactly news anymore, more like "olds")!<br /><br />The architect that designed the famous <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sydney Opera House</span>, Joern/J<strong style="font-weight: normal;">ørn Utzon (1918-2998)</strong> has died, at the age of 90.<br /><br />If you happen to be living in a cave for your entire life, THIS is what I'm talking about----><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r113/marliskoto/OperaHouseNightMarked.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r113/marliskoto/OperaHouseNightMarked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Some people think its ugly, some people think its special.<br /><br />Orange wedges, shark fins, yacht sails, crocodile teeth, shells, claws, beaks, whatever you imagine it looking like...one can't deny it's one of the greatest designs mankind has achieved. It went through a lot of challenges one could not have imagined. There's a sad story behind the construction of this building, where poor Joern resigned as the chief architect. Imagine not being recognised as the architect of your own design. How sad.<br /><br />He gave Australia its most iconic and significant building but yet he was involved in a political scandal.<br /><br />Read more about his death and what happened almost half a century ago in his <a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5ikmCHVv0stlSnIJYFrpEDVBq8I3wD94OM2F00">obituary</a> and <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/opinion/editorial/utzon-the-sydney-opera-houses-brightest-star-20081201-6oqr.html">here</a>. You can always find out more on the building by <a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?q=Sydney+opera+house&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a">goggling</a>. Watch his tribute video <a href="http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/utzontribute_video.aspx">here</a>.<br /><br />Dying at the age of 90 is a blessing. One of my favourite architects, I.M.Pei, is 91 years old now. If only all architects could live that <span style="font-weight: bold;">long</span>.Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-51150392963873286982008-12-02T01:05:00.011+08:002009-07-03T09:17:14.225+08:00Simplicity vs Complexity<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Simple things</span></span> and <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Complicated </span></span>things,<br /><br />Which do you prefer?<br /><br />Simple things can be boring, bland, empty, less...but are they shallow?<br /><br />Simple things can also be pure, straightforward, unpretentious, appreciated, and certainly deep for enough for one to ponder.<br /><br />Complex things are interesting, wild, imaginative, eye-catching, inspiring, brilliant and amazing!<br /><br />But they could be too much, over-the-top, messy, undisciplined, awful, fake, and far away...yes, far from our reach.<br /><br />Sometimes human are simple creatures by nature, made complex by their own complicated minds.<br /><br />Yes, we complicate ourselves, and we sometimes contradict our own thoughts, which made them worst.<br /><br />Had you been thinking things that you found out weren't true?<br /><br />Misunderstood lately?<br /><br />Conflicting yourselves sometimes?<br /><br />Confused by your friends?<br /><br />Made things worst than they should have been?<br /><br />Well, then <span style="font-size:130%;">you</span> are the one making your life <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">hard</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Back to reality...:P</span><br /><br />I have learned in my Culture 101 class on several design theories. Among those, a few themes like Pop, Restraint, and Phenomenal made me think a lot. Because they are less direct, I suppose.<br /><br />In fact, I found out that these themes are actually related to each other.<br /><br />Okay, Pop sounds easy and direct enough: pop music, pop art, anything popular and recognisable.<br /><br />But after reading the Reader, which is a compilation of very complicated articles(I have to say). I found out the topic <a href="http://books.google.com.my/books?id=S5CaF_otgZcC&pg=PT421&lpg=PT421&dq=Complexity+vs+contradiction+and+simplicity+vs+picturesqueness&source=web&ots=2PwJ5CtWse&sig=CQjfhHFtbKjhwuLnG1pbPJBq_v8&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=5&ct=result#PPT421,M1">Complexity and Contradiction vs Simplicity or Picturesqueness</a> worth reading and thought-provoking. And somehow it is related to-<br /><br />Restraint: Minimum, Disciplined, Less is More!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKf3yNl_zLxpVrEzpBW3y44fN-2akpbtxqUtLCIk4ONN-1Mk75Zhl24eAjFZWmhXggrpa509ggRHc2k8cyjBCBAm2oBEmzrdb96EGZyrNrITLaWD2JI_a90h_bEt6fCjmxAMc5RQLM7uQ/s1600-h/ludwig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKf3yNl_zLxpVrEzpBW3y44fN-2akpbtxqUtLCIk4ONN-1Mk75Zhl24eAjFZWmhXggrpa509ggRHc2k8cyjBCBAm2oBEmzrdb96EGZyrNrITLaWD2JI_a90h_bEt6fCjmxAMc5RQLM7uQ/s320/ludwig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274877937268030322" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Less is More!" -Ludwig Mies van der Rohe (1886-1969), German architect, and leader of modern International Style.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;">HOLD IT! You'd say...you relate this to architecture? It didn't even sound like that in the beginning!</span><br /><br />Well, if you've read my blog before, you know that I relate everything to everything. I mean, don't even get me started on something that I can relate to anything and everything.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes people do look at things complicatedly. Like a piece of abstract art, somehow people can pull off 1000 different views and opinion like the artist was so good at making riddles for them to solve.<br /><br />I mean, yes, Leonardo was feeling sad and all. If you can feel his sorrow, fine, I felt too...the way the colours are so dull, the broken vase, the dim lighting, the moody cat...<br /><br />I was chatting with Chris recently and we were talking about these mad people that are busy scrutinising, calculating(yes, calculate), and even measuring famous arts.<br /><br />Wow, I know artists are geniuses, but can you expect each and everyone to develop their brains equally like Mr Vinci there? (In case you don't know he's good at science too o.O)<br /><br />When you paint do you measure the length of your strokes? Or even check how does it look like under the UV light? Or would you meticulously hide secrets below the canvas like its a vault of the greatest secrets in the history of secrets?<br /><br />But that's what they did with poor smiling lady, and the one famous supper and other artworks. If only those people devote their time to my scribbles, who knows it might reveal the greatest secret of mankind.<br /><br />But the book on certain Code still draws people in.<br /><br />Why can't art be appreciated the way it is? Why can't paintings be just beautiful, inspiring, and relaxing to the mind?<br /><br />Why can't art be simple, and yet picturesque?<br /><br />"You don't know about <span style="font-size:180%;">art</span> little child!" bellowed the crazy art fanatic "Stop giving your unworthy thoughts and fill your filthy mind with milk!" "The minds of those great artists are not yours to imagine and understand!"<br /><br />Okay...so why not start at the start of time? Why did human paint at the first place? To record things? Oh I get it! That's how you got the idea!!! *clap clap clap*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wow, I've reached fine art in my long chain of Relation!!!</span><br /><br />This is a lengthy post, so I'll come back with a Part 2<br /><br />More "relatings" to behold!!! My English is getting weirder...o.O<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.jokesduniya.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/monalisa_tour_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Images courtesy of http://www.jokesduniya.com/674/monalisa-on-world-tour/<br /></div><br /></div></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;">Wait!!! Wasn't Mona Lisa a MAN??? *running away screaming*</span>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-2733510106052469712008-11-25T18:27:00.007+08:002008-11-26T01:31:41.883+08:00D'licious Wish List<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Sin</span>ce my <a href="http://danieliciouspieceofme.blogspot.com/2008/11/3121989.html">birthday</a> is coming, I have this idea of doing a wish list.<br /><br />This list consists of the things that I wanted long time ago, and things that I just...like o.O.<br /><br />And don't worry my dear readers, I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">don't</span> expect you guys to give me these presents because some of them are capable of burning a hole in your wallet(okay I know your're burning a hole in my blog right now).</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Of course, I don't mind if you feel particularly generous towards me $.$. *wink wink*<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My my my...where should I start??? *rubbing hands*<br /><br />D'licious Wish List<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >*Caution, read before proceeding,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >the following content might cause damage in all sorts of peculiar ways and lost of property to the readers. The owner will not be held responsible for any financial difficulty that occurs to the readers after reading this blog.* </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">1. Nikon D700 DSLR. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I know it has a very nice price, but I'm so</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">desperate even a <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">D80</span> will do...or...or...okay whatever a <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">D40</span> will do!!!</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPI10ydQnjwsWyArrWKestDyy5-zLB5Nt66NaWS0iEk6R5VZulH70_vruze7pHSOzpCXh9d0EYk2N_6CwFFKHs212026b58xzrGKl7hDYABolLn6jRwa1-_70KWmurRDEDlW2UE5jw1Uds/s1600-h/600px-Nikon_D700_2065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPI10ydQnjwsWyArrWKestDyy5-zLB5Nt66NaWS0iEk6R5VZulH70_vruze7pHSOzpCXh9d0EYk2N_6CwFFKHs212026b58xzrGKl7hDYABolLn6jRwa1-_70KWmurRDEDlW2UE5jw1Uds/s320/600px-Nikon_D700_2065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272552165833548210" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br />2. <a href="http://www.mph.com.my/welcome/welcome.cfm">MPH</a> (or any other bookstores in Malaysia like Kinokuniya, Borders, Times) book vouchers!!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I don't want to list down the book titles because they'll make another entry o.O</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">But <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Tales of Beedle the Bard</span> will be one of the good choices!! (I'm so childish)<br /><br />Books on <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">architecture</span> will make me fly!!!<br /></span><br /><br />3. IKEA architect's drafting table</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGaKBiUU2C3YA7jB65rLLiaIdROMzvqp3-ndaPOKMpsf4U4LEKGFr3chfbREf2eUKCd-ewtzcxa_a5XgcV_uT1wztIWaTXxv4wNFveH2l3VCAvYbWWWljWbCHyuwrJkTdHCF5LOy4cQLOn/s1600-h/table.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGaKBiUU2C3YA7jB65rLLiaIdROMzvqp3-ndaPOKMpsf4U4LEKGFr3chfbREf2eUKCd-ewtzcxa_a5XgcV_uT1wztIWaTXxv4wNFveH2l3VCAvYbWWWljWbCHyuwrJkTdHCF5LOy4cQLOn/s320/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272549617936046098" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br />4. Rihanna's Good Girl Gone Bad: Reloaded. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">It's the RELOADED edition :D!!! I gotta admit I love this girl <3.<br /></span> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqH3NCZtjYPPjUGUFZUvUdfkYcfNs9CgKQ-U78eV98XFtexSwlTV6uu1APTZe14dq9k9XtXhRwMErPD-H0Hdhcr9VH5OkhxCOKp9vli9syXYllNUxjhDdmPC9XktteHPH5d1B1BKxFnvP/s1600-h/Rihanna-Good_Girl_Gone_Bad_Reloaded.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOqH3NCZtjYPPjUGUFZUvUdfkYcfNs9CgKQ-U78eV98XFtexSwlTV6uu1APTZe14dq9k9XtXhRwMErPD-H0Hdhcr9VH5OkhxCOKp9vli9syXYllNUxjhDdmPC9XktteHPH5d1B1BKxFnvP/s320/Rihanna-Good_Girl_Gone_Bad_Reloaded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272550397416648530" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />5. An external hardisk <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">:D I don't mind the brand...or do I???</span><br /><br /><br />6. Sunglasses!!! <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">You might be wondering why I need one:</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />-In case I'm suddenly on the beach, or any other place in Malaysia that might burn a hole in my eyes.<br />-In case(but usually) I become a panda after the copious amount of assignments and model-making.<br />-In case I feel like hiding...<br />-In case I wanna spy on people...<br />-In case I become too melodramatic and overemotional.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">-In case I'm tired of my glasses... :P.<br /><br />And I know I'm not supposed to include the brand. So forget that ;D.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Is it the end???</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I'm not surprised of you find it too specific, and too little XD...<br /><br />I don't mind stuff like cds, dvds, books clothes, shoes, hats, accessories, flowers, cards, mugs, artline pens, technical pens, colour maker pens, 3 years of free printing service, free model materials - cardboards, balsa wood, super glue, miniature trees, furnitures and people.<br /><br />I don't really fancy decorative items because I might use them to release my</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> overwhelming stress and that's probably not a very good idea.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">The end of my DREAM~~~~<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBroUq5Wx4d7J4K0xwtl4FIjXNYZXLcy-HrqY4RetakvKFdNA4vXEhHJXa1y420ocr1pYwAgKyFEN1HV2coVQSdby07yCZIm5kpyOgExj1JnYiFzidiLqVm6SA35PUFpIF1FWBMRSAl89r/s1600-h/DSC00774a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBroUq5Wx4d7J4K0xwtl4FIjXNYZXLcy-HrqY4RetakvKFdNA4vXEhHJXa1y420ocr1pYwAgKyFEN1HV2coVQSdby07yCZIm5kpyOgExj1JnYiFzidiLqVm6SA35PUFpIF1FWBMRSAl89r/s320/DSC00774a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272560454932285970" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /></span></span></span>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466634537910740214.post-46589179990217789152008-11-21T00:11:00.004+08:002009-07-03T09:09:39.114+08:00Tagged tagged tagged...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Tagged by <a href="http://thesecret-voyage.blogspot.com/">Michelle Chin</a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><br />Instructions:<br />*Bold the statements that are true to you.<br />*Italicize the statements that you wish were true. <br />*Leave the fibs alone.<br />*Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m 170cm + tall.</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I don’t know what I want at the moment.<br />I’m not happy.<br />I hate my friends.<br />I hate my life.<br />I hate my grades.<br />He drives.<br />I’m bored of driving.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I have a white handbag.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I love dancing.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I go clubbing every week.<br />Shopping is bullshit.<br />I have a tattoo of a star.<br />I got my navel pierced.<br />I have friends that take drugs.<br />90% of my friends smoke.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m studying Fashion. (nah it's natural for me)</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I have a business running.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I hate cartoons. (used to like but recently got bored...)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I hate someone. (I know its WRONG!)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I have 10 Guess handbags.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I buy CLEO every month.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />My parents don’t know about my blog.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I have an iPod.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I don’t have faith in the current “one”.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">My school mates know about my blog.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I wanted to be a fashion designer.</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I love rock emo bands.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I’m a rebel.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m starting to like wearing dresses</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> (Lol your crazy to think this is serious! :P)</span></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I don’t believe in love.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">High school's filled with drama</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">. (Can't really compete with its older brothers - college, university)</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">My parents have faith in me.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’ve bought shoes this month.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />A blogger bitched about me before. <br />I hate sports.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I heart Italian food.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I hate meeting new people.<br />I hate nail polish.<br />The mother bear gives me hugs.<br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">People should start appreciating me.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />High school was the worst time of my life.<br />I have red hair.<br />One Utama is my second home.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m a guy.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I’m scared of my Biology exam.<br />I hate vacations.<br />We’ll last.<br />I believe in long distance relationships.<br />I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon.<br />I’ve robbed an old lady.<br />I’m starting to like applying make-up. <br />I was a tomboy.<br />At times I think I still am a tomboy.<br />I love bitching about people behind their backs.<br />I hate surprise parties.<br />I hate planning parties.<br />I’m a sinner.<br />I have a Wii.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I can live without music.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Video games are a waste of time.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I miss the father bear.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I love being in love.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I know how to cook.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I have 100% freedom</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Boys are assholes. (If that's what you believe, girls are b*****s then)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I hate Math.<br />I love horror films.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m happy with what I have.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">My old friends keep in touch with me.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I don’t read newspapers. (But I don't have one now...)<br />The news is such a waste of time.<br />Blogging is a waste of time.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I hate animals.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I can’t live without make-up.<br />I curse like a pirate.<br />I’m happy with my 11 year old car.<br />I hate people that are smart.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I love Apple Juice.</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I can’t drink for nuts.<br />I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.<br />I’ve got a new phone.<br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I love swimming.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />I haven’t worked out since March.<br /></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I love my friends and family.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I'm hot.</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Rozan</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Chris</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Pei Ni</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Su Qing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">Carol</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;">Have fun!</span></div>Daniel^_^Chinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02524253242587555302noreply@blogger.com0