<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394</id><updated>2012-01-16T20:31:33.315+08:00</updated><category term='teachers'/><category term='water problem'/><category term='funny'/><category term='stress free'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rants'/><category term='college'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='jurulatih'/><category term='hang outs'/><category term='bored'/><category term='SPM'/><category term='piggy devil'/><category term='movie'/><category term='essay'/><category term='PLKN'/><category term='matrics'/><category term='enjoy'/><category term='food'/><category term='ISCEP'/><category term='not-so-happy'/><category term='labs'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='university'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>the pig and devil are talking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-7873982157107761254</id><published>2011-11-03T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:59:44.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Tiny kindness and blessing :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Tiny bits of kindness can put a smile on us and makes us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I came back from class today, I saw 2 young girls sitting by the stairs of my dormitory. I look their way and one of them threw me a smile, so I smiled back and continued walking. These girls are some of the many girls that maintain and clean the surrounding and washroom of our dorms. Some people might not one to be associated to them at all, what more talk to them. I myself most of the time treat them as&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;some kind of invisible being, perhaps due to prejudice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Something on the bulletin board attracted my curious attention, so I stopped by and read. Suddenly, one of the girls stood up, walked to me and said: “kak, ada nak tanya, boleh?” So I replied: “ya, apa tu?” “skarang jam brapa?” My hands were fully occupied with food and drinks I just bought from the cafeteria, so I asked her to lend me a hand while I search for my phone to check the time. Apparently their phone ran out of battery. She thanked me. Her friend thanked me too. “terima kasih ya kak.. semoga berjaya.. amin…” I returned their thanks and can’t help but smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;By just answering their simple request, I had their blessings. It might not seem to be a big deal, but I realized although it’s not easy to get random blessings from strangers, it is not impossible. By just giving a little kindness, we have a smile and blessing in return. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Smile for being kind, and smile for being blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-7873982157107761254?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7873982157107761254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/11/tiny-kindness-and-blessing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7873982157107761254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7873982157107761254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/11/tiny-kindness-and-blessing.html' title='Tiny kindness and blessing :)'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-355737681268071397</id><published>2011-07-05T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:04:54.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang outs'/><title type='text'>A Photo Summary of My First Year in UMS</title><content type='html'>A photo summary of my first year in UMS. Yes, that's what this post is all about after I have gone MIA for more than half a year. Please accept my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;JULY. yup, that's when my journey started with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/35182_141563209193951_100000208179137_398697_4867524_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/35182_141563209193951_100000208179137_398697_4867524_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orientation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, it wasn't as bad as I thought. In fact, it was quite pleasant.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/34753_1462162587350_1032028550_31329811_6024114_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/34753_1462162587350_1032028550_31329811_6024114_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was taken after we finished our (long and tiring) registration at the Canselor Hall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I was so well dressed. No more baju kurungs after that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, I shall introduce you to the people I live with, &lt;b&gt;my roomates&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229254_10150189045303353_621488352_6881041_4153846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229254_10150189045303353_621488352_6881041_4153846_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chel, me and Nang.. Nang bought us the Kuching shirt and we are trying to be kitties up there. I dont happen to have Ivy's photo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgAol7HoqM/ThH2bBlkOMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EEO9Z9GxhP8/s1600/DSC01223.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgAol7HoqM/ThH2bBlkOMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EEO9Z9GxhP8/s320/DSC01223.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we always &lt;b&gt;eat together&lt;/b&gt;. this was the photo taken after one of the rayas&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;thx nang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I shall introduce you to my &lt;b&gt;coursemates&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65948_170028396340951_100000013755507_604276_3365110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/65948_170028396340951_100000013755507_604276_3365110_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; yes, I am a biotechnology student, and these are my coursemates. Skema, I know!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/65948_170028389674285_100000013755507_604275_4455178_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/65948_170028389674285_100000013755507_604275_4455178_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this one is the more relax side of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184838_183775751666205_100001013449865_415703_6463265_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/184838_183775751666205_100001013449865_415703_6463265_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love this :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/39602_458633053352_621488352_5353100_860968_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/39602_458633053352_621488352_5353100_860968_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;these are some of the people I spend most of my time with :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168906_1659409779464_1663743603_1477815_6632269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/168906_1659409779464_1663743603_1477815_6632269_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;these too :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/74369_458627788352_621488352_5352993_3740076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/74369_458627788352_621488352_5352993_3740076_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; on one fine day, we saw something in the sky, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;so we excitedly discuss about it..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33588_458627823352_621488352_5352996_893799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33588_458627823352_621488352_5352996_893799_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont ask me what was discussed. I believe a large part of the discussion turn out to be nonsense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the &lt;b&gt;*disasterous* bbq picnic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39531_458628003352_621488352_5353003_7541747_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39531_458628003352_621488352_5353003_7541747_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/33891_458628108352_621488352_5353007_4208060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/33891_458628108352_621488352_5353007_4208060_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicken all ready aside, Yuva and the gang tried to start the fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 hour later...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/33685_458628043352_621488352_5353005_936065_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/33685_458628043352_621488352_5353005_936065_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/73632_458628238352_621488352_5353009_936380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/73632_458628238352_621488352_5353009_936380_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we fail to get it burning! oh no.. to avoid the sun from grilling the chicken for us, we hid them in the box..&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/73562_1610892762507_1541900528_1443993_7059737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/73562_1610892762507_1541900528_1443993_7059737_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the rest of the good-for-nothing girls, well, we put a turtle to life :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other &lt;b&gt;happy time&lt;/b&gt; would be:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/164760_1755740183602_1541900528_1729459_7732384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/164760_1755740183602_1541900528_1729459_7732384_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;celebrating the January babies' birthday! Happy Big Day Ain, Leong n Darren!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! I almost forgotten the &lt;b&gt;ranau trip!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167616_196937446983379_100000013755507_783120_1395769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167616_196937446983379_100000013755507_783120_1395769_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the &lt;b&gt;fish spa&lt;/b&gt; at (i forgot the name of the river) aka &lt;b&gt;tagal&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166471_196937310316726_100000013755507_783118_6887373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166471_196937310316726_100000013755507_783118_6887373_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this photo is a bit obscene..hehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167594_10150095316368353_621488352_6132078_8356144_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/167594_10150095316368353_621488352_6132078_8356144_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dibah trying to woo the fish :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180246_10150095316738353_621488352_6132090_7318373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180246_10150095316738353_621488352_6132090_7318373_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next spot, the &lt;b&gt;Poring hot spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168020_196937783650012_100000013755507_783129_7727928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/168020_196937783650012_100000013755507_783129_7727928_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;trekking before the canopy walk I supposed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/169043_10150095317023353_621488352_6132095_3468242_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/169043_10150095317023353_621488352_6132095_3468242_n.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and finally the canopy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/164780_10150095318213353_621488352_6132127_3896636_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/164780_10150095318213353_621488352_6132127_3896636_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coupled with more fun in the water. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166463_175794425797671_100001013449865_367857_1923617_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/166463_175794425797671_100001013449865_367857_1923617_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last but not least, &lt;b&gt;Kinabalu park&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180860_196938090316648_100000013755507_783141_115759_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180860_196938090316648_100000013755507_783141_115759_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;.. that's where we had our dinner. freezing c.o.l.d!..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this was probably one of the &lt;b&gt;not so happy time &lt;/b&gt;for us&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/197036_198372893518382_100000370181966_572414_6015598_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/197036_198372893518382_100000370181966_572414_6015598_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;*sigh* this is depressing, isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzrNTOHiXx0/ThH4mc5DpqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5BxZsEWHWAs/s1600/DSC01074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzrNTOHiXx0/ThH4mc5DpqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/5BxZsEWHWAs/s320/DSC01074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and THIS is definitely our hobby and favourite pass time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cocuricullar activity, there was &lt;b&gt;Kompang assembly &lt;/b&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/66010_164582113565987_100000425998281_427498_1566105_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/66010_164582113565987_100000425998281_427498_1566105_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we went to&lt;b&gt; Beaufort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/67566_458632363352_621488352_5353081_4551182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/67566_458632363352_621488352_5353081_4551182_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and also&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuala Penyu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/74131_170859446264327_100000208179137_609426_3493953_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/74131_170859446264327_100000208179137_609426_3493953_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and performed for &lt;b&gt;Karnival Kokum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was &lt;b&gt;family days&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196248_207440655933832_100000036988658_806999_7803894_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196248_207440655933832_100000036988658_806999_7803894_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that's one day before my birthday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200163_207606239250607_100000036988658_808124_4469146_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/200163_207606239250607_100000036988658_808124_4469146_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;only a handful of us went&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190338_207441189267112_100000036988658_807007_2761805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190338_207441189267112_100000036988658_807007_2761805_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;these are my group members. they were awesome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoLRoK4_fyE/ThHznUTIkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKgjtYLO7kE/s1600/DSC00625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoLRoK4_fyE/ThHznUTIkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/RKgjtYLO7kE/s320/DSC00625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;this was taken during SST family day. Just got to know clare and hel. &lt;strike&gt;Gori&lt;/strike&gt; Pijah busy with the cube.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there were also a whole lot of &lt;b&gt;hanging outs&lt;/b&gt; to reduce and eliminate the stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37963_450454798352_621488352_5206413_206601_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/59064_1529563552332_1032028550_31504127_521248_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/59064_1529563552332_1032028550_31504127_521248_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this photo a lot ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/47376_1529576552657_1032028550_31504152_5041639_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/47376_1529576552657_1032028550_31504152_5041639_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is rare. We look so chinese here. blame Anton's flash and 3 shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182273_1746580857629_1032028550_31948879_4228943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/182273_1746580857629_1032028550_31948879_4228943_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180832_10150100646369556_767984555_5969758_4003727_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/180832_10150100646369556_767984555_5969758_4003727_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;more hang outs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190090_1778689860334_1032028550_32001032_7367131_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190090_1778689860334_1032028550_32001032_7367131_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and even more delicious hang outs!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/33600_1430341439251_1254311850_31080467_7759175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/33600_1430341439251_1254311850_31080467_7759175_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;we &lt;strike&gt;excape class &lt;/strike&gt;hang out at the odec too when class was cancelled.. we look so carefree here, but you should see the next picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: I hate my hair here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37963_450454798352_621488352_5206413_206601_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/37963_450454798352_621488352_5206413_206601_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2014981775"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2014981776"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;talie look so stressed. clarice is making a sad face. me? well, I'm happily eating. nothing can take the stress away better than good food :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/72568_169410863084968_100000481651928_527751_2786422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/72568_169410863084968_100000481651928_527751_2786422_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33621_169410936418294_100000481651928_527752_2995726_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/33621_169410936418294_100000481651928_527752_2995726_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;not forgeting hanging out with Pijah (my roommate in matrix) and Adrian Leslie (my tutorial mate, also back in matrix)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you wonders why am I developing extra wrinkles by the day, you can blame the labs and lab reports :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6q9lpIfwKA/ThH1RF9cTjI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVpTgxfUcrA/s1600/DSC01494.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h6q9lpIfwKA/ThH1RF9cTjI/AAAAAAAAACE/ZVpTgxfUcrA/s320/DSC01494.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that's how messy my table is when I'm writing my report. books piling up :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188915_196682223699982_100000746175501_542989_8018812_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/188915_196682223699982_100000746175501_542989_8018812_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the DNA bands are pretty!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StFUXb0ZpZA/ThH1dkQwMQI/AAAAAAAAACI/QrB4CqDZzao/s1600/DSC01542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StFUXb0ZpZA/ThH1dkQwMQI/AAAAAAAAACI/QrB4CqDZzao/s320/DSC01542.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;okay, this figure is a bit.. confusing. yes.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgAol7HoqM/ThH2bBlkOMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EEO9Z9GxhP8/s1600/DSC01223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183803_10150114852038353_621488352_6369375_6368233_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183803_10150114852038353_621488352_6369375_6368233_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is an eye test. let's see who can spot what's wrong with this photo/ form? please click to enlarge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FY6CB2ZT1JQ/ThH8cnuXitI/AAAAAAAAACc/WzemHjxvp4U/s1600/marine+diatoms.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FY6CB2ZT1JQ/ThH8cnuXitI/AAAAAAAAACc/WzemHjxvp4U/s320/marine+diatoms.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;colourful marine diatoms &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3h5ShLupEU/ThH6k8ZbdqI/AAAAAAAAACU/QM4CxoZK9XA/s1600/EMB+AGAR-LEFT+e.s%252C+RIGHT+s.a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3h5ShLupEU/ThH6k8ZbdqI/AAAAAAAAACU/QM4CxoZK9XA/s320/EMB+AGAR-LEFT+e.s%252C+RIGHT+s.a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope, that's not food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICAkoac1gSQ/ThH6969DToI/AAAAAAAAACY/OiwvwHlYH-w/s1600/S.A.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ICAkoac1gSQ/ThH6969DToI/AAAAAAAAACY/OiwvwHlYH-w/s320/S.A.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dont know who did the streaking, but it's nice and well done!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183712_181483121894555_100000986067432_407473_6438078_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/183712_181483121894555_100000986067432_407473_6438078_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hygiene is important in the lab after playing with bacteria :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/165117_174339835943130_100001013449865_360104_7997717_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/165117_174339835943130_100001013449865_360104_7997717_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poor Yuva had to poke all his fingers for the blood test&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I shall end this post with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/164144_174340219276425_100001013449865_360106_3871398_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/164144_174340219276425_100001013449865_360106_3871398_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the most hilarious, epic and priceless moment, the look on Leong's face :)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/74398_458634298352_621488352_5353136_1062132_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/74398_458634298352_621488352_5353136_1062132_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Goodbye 1st year, we shall meet again in 2nd year :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I do not own all the photos in this post. photo credits goes to their respective owners***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-355737681268071397?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/355737681268071397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/photo-summary-of-my-first-year-in-ums.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/355737681268071397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/355737681268071397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/07/photo-summary-of-my-first-year-in-ums.html' title='A Photo Summary of My First Year in UMS'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDgAol7HoqM/ThH2bBlkOMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EEO9Z9GxhP8/s72-c/DSC01223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Universiti Malaysia Sabah, 88400 Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>6.035870999999999 116.11904800000002</georss:point><georss:box>6.030536499999999 116.11175250000002 6.041205499999999 116.12634350000002</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-5072794556329777394</id><published>2011-01-01T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:05:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>2011: a new year a new decade</title><content type='html'>2011&lt;br /&gt;an old year leaves&lt;br /&gt;a new year comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a challenging year yet i endured it&lt;br /&gt;it was a memorable decade and i'll cherish it&lt;br /&gt;i won't cry because it's over but i will smile instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;a new year&lt;br /&gt;a new decade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not know what it has in store for me &lt;br /&gt;i may not know what challenges is ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;but with prayers and good will may God be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;a new me&lt;br /&gt;a new you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new friends are silver but old friends are gold&lt;br /&gt;new friends we'll find and new memories we'll mold&lt;br /&gt;but the joy and sorrow we shared in my heart i will always hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;time has passed&lt;br /&gt;time will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-eleven a new year a new decade has come&lt;br /&gt;plenty of laughter or tears we don't know which will come&lt;br /&gt;but with &lt;i&gt;ora et labora&lt;/i&gt; may we succeed and God's will be done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-5072794556329777394?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5072794556329777394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-new-decade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5072794556329777394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5072794556329777394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-new-decade.html' title='2011: a new year a new decade'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4570313118518706317</id><published>2010-07-30T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:52:48.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 LESSONS i learnt in UMS</title><content type='html'>1. bring water &lt;br /&gt;2. bring umbrella&lt;br /&gt;3. DONT Q. its pointless&lt;br /&gt;4. be rude, forget your manners. its ok not to be civilised, at some point.&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 hour 10 mins is barely enough to reach class from dorm&lt;br /&gt;6. FB is my new best friend&lt;br /&gt;7. 8-12 pm: digi hates me.&lt;br /&gt;8. FB will soon be our major means of communication&lt;br /&gt;9. seperate drawer key from room key&lt;br /&gt;10.always carry a book to read / rubiks' cube. oh! and earphone!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;... some one please continue the list....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4570313118518706317?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4570313118518706317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-lessons-i-learnt-in-ums.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4570313118518706317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4570313118518706317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-lessons-i-learnt-in-ums.html' title='10 LESSONS i learnt in UMS'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-2569359171179254893</id><published>2010-07-11T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:18:12.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>uni life prologue: orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;woah. looks like a new chapter in life has just begun. i can proudly say that my tahap 'keskemaan' has decreased! i've just learnt how to ponteng. okay i know truanting is not good, but well, sometimes we just have to be such a little devil. i mean, come on! who cares about kuliah subuh/ moral ?! at this point of time, we need our precious beauty sleep more than anything else, no? well, there's other occasion where we 'escaped' but lets just dop it and forget about them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;honestly, orientation was not as bad as i imagine it to be. it's actually quite relax. no ragging no shouting and such. well, maybe a lil bit. but at least they treat us like human. and our schedule ain't that pack. the only obvious down side is the fact that there's so many registration to be done. why cant we do everything at one time? haiz.. such waste of time. and i messed up my own timetable. have to reschedule tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i kindda like the campus 'mood'. but the fact that i'm now a uni student is a bit distrubing. haha! i feel too young to be doing my degree! dorm, is small though. personally i prefer matrix dorm, except the washroom part. food wise, better than matrix, but i'm still not familiar with the pricing though.. hmm..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, i haven't met my roommate yet. i hope they are a bunch of great people that i can get along with. i've met some of my housemate though. 12 people in a house, 3 rooms. a bit over crowded though. im starting to worry about my laundry..huhu..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kindda glad that i have familiar faces to hang around with. so orientation was pleasant. since they provide us food and transport, everything goes quite well and smooth. but it takes ages to q for the bus. so far, i've met a group of pleasant people :) i hope i can get along and work well with them. oh, and i kindda like my course structure. i hope i can cope tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; tomorrow will be a new day, new week. classes with begin. i hope i dont loose my bearing though. anyway, all the best to all new mahasiswa and mahasiswi, wherever you are. i wish all of you the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. i know its a&amp;nbsp; very boring post, not in the mood to write actually &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2569359171179254893?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2569359171179254893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/uni-life-prologue-orientation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2569359171179254893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2569359171179254893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/07/uni-life-prologue-orientation.html' title='uni life prologue: orientation'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-26786618544174065</id><published>2010-05-27T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:26:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kadazan/dusun (sabah) and bunun (taiwan), are we from the same ancestry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Theory 1: kadazan might have originated from taiwan &lt;br /&gt;i first heard of this from a friend of mine who went to taiwan before. he said that the culture and way this group of people dress is so damn similar to the kadazan. but back then i didnt think so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another friend stated something similar to me last night, am not sure how he came across that though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i google about this a bit, i found out that lately a number of people have been pointing out that the bunun community in taiwan have alot in common. their assumption is that the bunun might have migrated to borneo and settled down, and some how called them self dusun (before the term kadazan exist). some says the dusun migrated to taiwan, but i dont think so. there's a higher chance that the bunun community might have the navigation and shipping technology back then than the other way round. everyone knows chinamen (or rather lets just say chinese) have remarkable navigation technology and travels well during that era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there's a thread up in sabah forum that's discussing about this &lt;a href="http://www.sabahforum.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=13&amp;amp;t=8857&amp;amp;sid=e9e716060fd4c4ce2b4b0e8d8981c074"&gt;topic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i extract part of it here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUNUN dancing style and their clothing: Atmost 99% similar to KDM***&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f2ZpZkfaUI&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIt5f9SIVJA&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9M2ZHMg82Q&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***KDM - kadazan dusun murut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl of Alisan: (May be "Alisan" mean "Kadazan")&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAuEOVTS2hw&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2EhJXx7Tp4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest Song by Bunun:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9M2ZHMg82Q&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another blogger came up with &lt;a href="http://g8fight.blogspot.com/2010/04/dusunsabahmalaysia-and-bununtaiwan.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bit confused though, about what he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an &lt;a href="http://books.google.com.my/books?id=tzKLqyx315sC&amp;amp;pg=PA86&amp;amp;lpg=PA86&amp;amp;dq=kadazan+bunun&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=iBNqqlZqoU&amp;amp;sig=y7BD9MpAr_k4_Z_ZMnTb8ZqqyAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=xSL-S8XpF5DHrAeo4onMDg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=5&amp;amp;ved=0CCsQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=kadazan%20bunun&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;e-book&lt;/a&gt; (i didnt read this. just that u might be interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 2: kadazan from indo-china (wait, taiwan IS indo china, isn't it? ah..nvm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not exactly clear from where the Dusunic tribes have come, and when they settled in the north of Borneo. More recent archaeological evidence places the origin of the Dusunic people in the area that was known as Indo-China. Some 10,000 yeas ago, during the last ice-age and when Borneo was still part of a wider landmass, called the Sundaland, those people could have moved by toot to these parts of the world. It is also possible that they have moved trough Laos, Vietnam and the Philippines, and a few thousand years ago arrived by sea. Language affinities, and similarities of customs, dresses and religious belief system make both assumptions possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://www.sabahtravelguide.com/mapguide/default.asp?page=monsopiad_kadazan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i'm pretty sure i read somewhere saying kadazan comes from mongolia. couldnt find the link to that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theory 3: i havent figure this out! haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: i havent check all the links up there, so if some of them isn't working, my bad, please accept my apology. this is a kinda rush up post, i shall do some more further reading later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-26786618544174065?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/26786618544174065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/kadazandusun-sabah-and-bunun-taiwan-are.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/26786618544174065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/26786618544174065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/kadazandusun-sabah-and-bunun-taiwan-are.html' title='kadazan/dusun (sabah) and bunun (taiwan), are we from the same ancestry?'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-2612587151538102552</id><published>2010-05-27T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:46:31.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why the term chinese, sino and kadazan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was sweeping the floor when i suddenly recall part of a conversation i had with a chinese friend. he was asking me why is there a need to differentiate chinese and sino*&amp;nbsp; in sabah, as if it's entirely 2 different race. isn't it much easier to just categorize everyone as chinese? well, he was not the first to question that, and probably isn't gonna be the last one either. in fact i get similar question from time to time, from non sabahan mostly (chinese and non chinese alike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sino: (product of mix marriage between a chinese and local indigenous, generally kadazan/dusun and sometimes murut. rare cases includes other indigenous group as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, in my opinion (correct me if i'm wrong), sabah has the most chinese marrying the local** (ie. kadazan / dusun, murut etc) in malaysia. to make things easier (coz i'm getting confuse now), let me talk from my point of view as a sino kadazan, also from personal experience, and sharing from other kadazan friends as well. before i talk about the reasons, let me demonstrate some common situation that i (and some of my friends, too) have been experiencing all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**local: i'm not saying the chinese are not local (i'm one of them too) and am not trying to be bias here. as far as i am concern, in sabah (or at least my area) chinese are considered local nowadays. i'm only using the word local because it sounds more civilised that indigenous. the word indigenous gives &lt;i&gt; some &lt;/i&gt; people the impression that we still live in the cave or on the tree. yeah, and we have internet =) if you get what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * * *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * * *&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 1:&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, i'm having a conversation with a chinese girl in english/malay. suddenly, i make a remark in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *ching chong in mandarin*&lt;br /&gt;girl: *look at me with suprised wide eyes. the slanted typical chinese eyes suddenly turn bright and round*&amp;nbsp; ei?妳会讲华语 meh? (ei? you can speak chinese meh?)&lt;br /&gt;me: 会。 我是华人 mah (can.. i'm chinese mah)&lt;br /&gt;girl: 妳不像华人啊。。。/看不出妳是华人 (you dont look chinese... / i cant tell you are chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this normally happens when i'm having a conversation with non sabahan chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 2:&lt;br /&gt;mom and I enter some random chinese shop, ie cloth boutique. chinese sales girl/ laubanniang (lady boss) will approach us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laoban: *smiles* 妳好！ 在找什么？ 我们今天有special offer, 30% off...(hi, what are you looking for? we have special offer today, 30% off)&lt;br /&gt;mum: *smile with an ammused look. she's not confuse, because she's used to it and can guess what the salesgirl is trying to say)&lt;br /&gt;laoban: 还有这里有买1送1 (and here we have buy 1 free 1) &lt;br /&gt;mum: brapa ni? (how much is this? --in malay)&lt;br /&gt;laoban: oh! itu lima puluh ringgit.. saya pikir kamu cina oh tadi (oh! its RM 50.. i thought you are chinese just now.. ) --&amp;gt; typical chinese-sabahan slang when speaking in malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens all the time to my mum when she's shopping for clothes in KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 3:&lt;br /&gt;a pure kadazan and chinese met somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;chinese: are you chinese?&lt;br /&gt;kadazan: no, i'm pure kadazan, but i can speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;chinese: really? you look chinese la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not exactly common, but it DOES happen. on rare occasion. but this remark will only be heard from a sabahan chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 4 - a bit similar to scene 1, but here it's a pure kadazan, not sino talking&lt;br /&gt;a pure kadazan and pure chinese met somewhere.. i.e. college&lt;br /&gt;kadazan: *speaks mandarin to chinese*&lt;br /&gt;chinese: are u chinese?&lt;br /&gt;kadazan: no, i'm pure kadazan&lt;br /&gt;chinese: ei? how come you can speak mandarin de??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, the local send their children to chinese medium school. so, it's common if the local younger generation can communicate in mandarin ( and sometimes other chinese dialect they pick up from friends (i.e hakka)&amp;nbsp; or tv (i.e cantonese) as well )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 5 - kinda similar to scene 2&lt;br /&gt;a chinese talks to a typical chinese looking sino with typical 3 syllable chinese name, sometimes with a western name as well (i.e. lily lee mei li)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you are lost: lily (western name) lee (surname/family name) mei li (chinese name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino: hi, i'm lily lee mei li&lt;br /&gt;chinese: *say some thing in chinese*&lt;br /&gt;sino: huh??&lt;br /&gt;chinese: *repeat what she just said a moment ago*&lt;br /&gt;sino: er.. i dont understand chinese..&lt;br /&gt;chinese: really? i thought you are chinese? how come you got chinese name de? and you look very chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just because a sino have fringe/ bangs and rebonded hair, plus dress like chinese, also the chinese name.. that doesn't necessarily mean they can understand chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 6 - opposite of scene 3&lt;br /&gt;2 chinese friends spoke to chinese looking sino who can speak chinese&lt;br /&gt;chinese 1: *speaks malay to sino*&lt;br /&gt;sino: *reply in malay, somewhat confuse and wondering why is the chinese speaking to her in malay* *sino assume that chinese1 n chinese 2 are those chinese who cant speak chinese*&lt;br /&gt;chinese 1: *speaks mandarin to chinese 2*&lt;br /&gt;sino: *monologue: dont i look chinese? !@#$?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some chinese cant tell is another person has chinese blood running in them, even though it's so damn obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE 7 - &lt;a href="http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-really-look-chinese-and.html"&gt;do i look really chinese?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i never knew i have chinese look from some people's point of view back then.&lt;br /&gt;i blog about it 1.5 year ago. and i dont want to repeat the story here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;* * *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * * *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; * * *&lt;br /&gt;well, those are some random scenes that i've come across. and some of the above story were shared by friends (but i simplify them la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the summary on why we should differentiate chinese, sino and kadazan from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 1: our race doesn't determine our mother tongue. (at home)&lt;br /&gt;take my family for example, we speak english at home. reason being &lt;br /&gt;1. dad barely speaks malay. he speaks hokkien and a bit of mandarin&lt;br /&gt;2. mum is a sino who doesn't really speak chinese (though she can make out the meaning of words from different dialects)&lt;br /&gt;3. it's not like my mum can communicate with dad in kadazan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 2: what language we speak doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;just like in scene 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 3: the way we look or dress doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;as shown in scene2, 3, 5 and 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 4: our friends' race doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;non sabahan generally doesn't know i have chinese blood (mind you its 75%) running in me because i hang out more with the sino (whom from their point of view ain't chinese), the kadazan and other local. my mandarin sucks, kinda feel intimidated being around fluent speaking chinese friends..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 5: our dialect doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;chinese have various dialect. i have hokkien blood in me but i barely understand hokkien. i dont have cantonese or hakka or mandarin blood running in me but i can at least understand these dialect and give some basic reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my dusun friends can speak fluent kadazan. (there's a slight difference between this 2, in terms of vocab and spelling, but it's enough to make me confuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 6: our daily practices and custom doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;dont be surprise if you come across a 'pure' kadazan who actually celebrate 清明节 (chinese ghost festival- correct me if i'm wrong). it's a chinese version of all souls' day. well, somewhere up the family tree, someone must be chinese. it's just that the chinese family name carried by the women died when they married the kadazan, hence people thought their children are 'pure' kadazan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 7: our name doesn't determine who we are&lt;br /&gt;as in scene 5. in fact i have a chinese lecturer who clarify with me weather i'm chinese or not, just because i have a middle name and dont carry a chinese name. but at least she noticed my surname&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON 8: people are just so confuse of our identity (esp sino)&lt;br /&gt;well, since sino are mix blood, we tend to have a fusion and mixture of culture and value, and of cause our look, fashion etc. we are not typical chinese nor typical kadazan/ dusun etc.. when we tell others we are sino, and define to them the term 'sino', they tend to stop questioning about why are we so 'mix' and 'different' and why are we not typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino is somewhat similar to peninsula malaysia's nyonya baba (chinese + malay), but i think sino is more complicated as the culture and value practice differs from one family to another, ie mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for scene 3 where a kadazan might look like chinese, there's some theory explaining that. it's in the next post: &lt;a href="http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/kadazandusun-sabah-and-bunun-taiwan-are.html"&gt;kadazan/dusun (sabah) and bunun (taiwan), are we from the same ancestry?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2612587151538102552?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2612587151538102552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-term-chinese-sino-and-kadazan.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2612587151538102552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2612587151538102552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-term-chinese-sino-and-kadazan.html' title='why the term chinese, sino and kadazan?'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1807594191924264744</id><published>2010-05-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:42:20.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>hokkien - the ancient language?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know it's been ages since i last post.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been back for 1 month now.. but for some unknown reason, i'm not my usual self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm not blogging, i'm not downloading, i'm not reading, i watch less.. in fact i dont do what i used to enjoy doing anymore.. anyone care to tell me why am i like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, i wanted to share something i stumble upon while reading one of the blogs i've been following for quite some time. all credit goes to &lt;a href="http://daphneling.com/"&gt;daphne ling&lt;/a&gt; and whoever started this email. so here goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ancient Imperial Language of China - 2,000 Years Ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're a HOKKIEN Take Note !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ancient Imperial Language of China – 2,000 Years Ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How Did it Sound Like? (Mind you, it's no way similar to Mandarin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Has this Ancient Language Survived?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who Speaks it Today?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll be Surprised. You have heard it. You, your parents, or grandparents may still be speaking this ancient, archaic language!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, it's HOKKIEN (Fujian/Minnan Hua)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hokkien is:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. The surviving language of the Tang Dynasty (618-907AD), China 's Golden Age of Culture.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: The Hokkien we hear today may have "evolved" from its original form 2,000 years ago, but it still retains the main elements of the Tang Dynasty Language.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Hokkiens are the surviving descendants of the Tang Dynasty -- When the Tang Dynasty collapsed, the people of the Tang Dynasty fled South and sought refuge in the Hokkien ( Fujian ) province. Hence, Hokkien called themselves Tng-lang (Tang Ren or People of the Tang Dynasty) instead of Hua Lang (Hua Ren).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Hokkien has 8 tones instead of Mandarin's 4. Linguists claim that ancient languages tend to have more complex tones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Hokkien retains the ancient Chinese pronunciation of "K-sounding" endings (for in stance, Hak Seng (student), Tua Ok (university), Thak Chek (read a book/study) -- the "k" sounding ending is not found in Mandarin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. The collection of the famous "Three Hundred Tang Dynasty Poems" sound better when recited in Hokkien/Teochew if compared to Mandarin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Consider this for a moment: Today, the Hokkien Nam Yim Ochestral performance still has its roots in ancient Tang dynasty music. Here's the proof: The formation of today Nam Yim ensemble is typically seen in ancient Tang dynasty paintings of musicians.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More Astonishingly:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although not genetically-related, Hokkiens, Koreans and Japanese share many similar words (which are different from Mandarin).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's because Hokkien was the official language of the powerful Tang Dynasty whose influence and language spread to Japan and Korea (just like Latin – where many words were borrowed by the English, French, Italian, etc). Here are just a few words in Hokkien, Korean and Japanese for your comparison (Daphne's Note: If something is missing, it's the Japanese word):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Daphne's Note: Words are presented in this order of :-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hokkien&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Korean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;H: Sin Boon (news)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;K: Sin Mun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J: Shinbun - newspaper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;H: Cheng Hu (government)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;K: Chong Bu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pang (room)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chhia 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gang/kang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poh Hiam (insurance)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poh Ham&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sio Sim (caution)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cho sim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mo Kui (demon)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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world)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shin Sae Gae&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kok Ka (nation)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuk Kka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hya (elder brother)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hyaeng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choon Pi (prepare)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jun Bi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si Kan (time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si Kan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kam tong (emotion, feeling)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kam Jong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kanjoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kamsia (gratitude, thanks)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kam Sa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kansha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keat Hoon (marriage)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kyol Hon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kekkon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oon Tong (exercise)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un Dong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Undoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tua Ok (university)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tae Hak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daigaku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aun Chuan (safety)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Jon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Zen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mua Chiok(satisfaction)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Man Jok&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Manzoku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ai Lang 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(grapes)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P'o d'o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Budoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chin Por (progress)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chin bo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shinpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all 49 Million Hokkien Speakers:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Proud of Your Ancient Hokkien Heritage &amp;amp; Language! Speak it Loud and Clear. Teach Your Future Generation this Imperial Language, Less it Fades Away. Be Proud Children of the Tang Emperors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all Mandarin-speaking friends out there -- do not look down on your other Chinese friends who do not speak Mandarin – whom you guys fondly refer to as "Bananas". In fact, they are speaking a language which is much more ancient &amp;amp; linguistically complicated than Mandarin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep in mind that Mandarin is just:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. A Northern Chinese dialect (heavily influenced by non Han Chinese) that was elevated to the status of National Language by Sun Yat Sen for the sake of China’s national unity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Mandarin was never spoken by your proud, imperial Tang Dynasty ancestors. It was probably spoken by the Northern (Non-Han) Jurchen, Mongols and Manchu minority. Start speaking the language of your ancestors today."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, what&amp;nbsp; do you guys think of that? just for the record, i can hardly understand hokkien. anyone care to teach me some? so much so for being chinese (with hokkien blood), i suck at chinese (including mandarin, but still acceptable),&amp;nbsp; there's so many room left for improvement .. but i need help..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1807594191924264744?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1807594191924264744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/hokkien-ancient-language.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1807594191924264744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1807594191924264744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/05/hokkien-ancient-language.html' title='hokkien - the ancient language?'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-6417585463604904512</id><published>2010-03-15T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:45:55.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;As you guys may have known,&lt;br /&gt;i currently am still stuck in matrix.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm too lazy to go the the cyber to waste my money to online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. the only way to thank all of you for the birthday wishes is via my blog which is linked to my facebook! yay.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you guys read this appreciation note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read EACH and ALL of your birthday wishes. thank you very much from the bottom of my hearts peeps. especially those from afar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some notes for some of you.. sorry la,, cant reply all, lack of time nie..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARA: get me a day present from korea!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA + JOSEPH: ya,, ingat.. sweet couple ba.. haha baik2 kamu ah.. and thanks a lot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY WOO: aisk!!! best! boleh bully orang..haha.. tidak ba.. main2 ja.. risau sia nie, next year bukan TEEN sudah..huhhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JZ WONG: thanks for the wishes! and, my pleasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLKN frenz: thanks a lot for remembering, especially those who sms-ed me.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my roomates: haha...who knows you guys read this one day.. thanks for the video!!! heheh  (my roomate very sweet de, make birthday video for me..wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march-babies: happy birthday to all of you too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you-know-who-you-are: thanks for the party. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again thanks to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-6417585463604904512?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6417585463604904512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-for-birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6417585463604904512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6417585463604904512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-for-birthday-wishes.html' title='Thanks For The Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-2586134568128490031</id><published>2010-01-19T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:58:56.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not-so-happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Tired of...</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;this is so not me&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so darn tired of running these races&lt;br /&gt;so tired&lt;br /&gt;very tired&lt;br /&gt;extremely tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of getting over stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;tired of getting over the past.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* who ever knew it's this hard?&lt;br /&gt;tired of facing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;tired of expecting.&lt;br /&gt;tired of falling down and picking myself up again.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;tired of hoping.&lt;br /&gt;tired of working.&lt;br /&gt;tired of tolerating.&lt;br /&gt;tired of dealing with jokers (my dad's word for idiot).&lt;br /&gt;tired of searching.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being like this.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being 'strong' = pure nonsense&lt;br /&gt;tired of making things work.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;tired of putting up with these..&lt;br /&gt;tired of adapting.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying to be true, this so so fake.&lt;br /&gt;tired of thinking,wondering.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being stressed out, bearing the tension.&lt;br /&gt;tired of healing the wound.&lt;br /&gt;tired of patching things up.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being a PERFECTionist &lt;br /&gt;tired of so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even a break doesnt feel like a break.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i think it's breaking, cracking, possibly crashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year, 2 years. perhaps 5 months. who knew such a short time can break things up into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;things change. too drastic. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i dont think i even know myself at all now. &lt;br /&gt;guess the optimistic me expired a while ago, and tired of renewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will this end?&lt;br /&gt;when life's over? maybe sooner, maybe later, or maybe never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first and (hopefully)the last emotional post. yeah. watever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2586134568128490031?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2586134568128490031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2586134568128490031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2586134568128490031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-of.html' title='Tired of...'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8832851743001224984</id><published>2009-11-05T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:22:03.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water problem'/><title type='text'>Matriculation: A Photo Summary Of Semester I</title><content type='html'>Just to sum it up and say goodbye to semester 1 as a pre-U and matriculation student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the things i did...&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost: STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00401.jpg " style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stocking up my food supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00127.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbuka puasa with my tutorial mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00177.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00178.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00179.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00180.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00183.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00316.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/Image099.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00440.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizing the Malam Akustil KML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/IMG_0094.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/IMG_0091.jpg" style="height: 540px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at TomYam Island with my fellow tutorial mates again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00226.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00228.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating MoonCake Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00384.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00387.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unseperatable Michaelians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joined the Inter-Tutorial choir competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=choir.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/choir.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=01102009047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/01102009047.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00350.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the Petronas Methanol Labuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00368.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00368.jpg" style="height: 540px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending Extra Night Classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00108.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DOTA in Miss K's night class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Having Lunch and studying together with my roommates, during study week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00424.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and Facing the nightmare: PSPM exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=19102009994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/19102009994.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but no least, Sitting for MUET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00513.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00513.jpg" style="height: 540px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delirious with joy after MUET speaking test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not Forgetting: CamWhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00119.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00215.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fooling around in BT1.2 after Rosary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02350.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02350.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02351.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02351.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02352.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, celebrating Rini's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02442.jpg" style="height: 540px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02452.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC02447.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" application="" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/MOV02440.flv" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" width="600" wmode="transparent" x-shockwave-flash"="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that the semester has come to an end, i'm saying goodbye to my old messy table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/DSC00487.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sayonara SEM I, annyong SEM II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image065Yvonnesturtleback.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/Image065Yvonnesturtleback.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will this be over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/Image031.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Image033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/Image033.jpg" style="height: 270px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8832851743001224984?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8832851743001224984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-sum-it-up-and-say-goodbye-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8832851743001224984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8832851743001224984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-sum-it-up-and-say-goodbye-to.html' title='Matriculation: A Photo Summary Of Semester I'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/college/th_DSC00127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-2913701103262869902</id><published>2009-11-04T15:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:21:52.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>PSPM is over, Holiday gonna be over and MUET still on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's been ages (2 months i think?) since i last update my blog. well, to be frank, i was lazy; well, not to mention that i was also busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;anyway, PSPM (peperiksaan semester program matrikulasi) was over about 2 weeks ago. to sum it up, PSPM gave us heart attack. maths paper 1 was quite easy, in fact, it's easier that UPS, coz i got a lousy D+. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;on the contrary, paper 2 was damn hard. i dont even . understand what the question wants me to do. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;chemistry was the killer paper. it started with paper 2, and the killer wave hit us like a tsunami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;even question 1(a) was a killer. it was extreamly simple: balance the equation. but, there was an unknown. let me give you an analogy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;HxO + ____ will produce ________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;x can be 2 or 3 right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;but of cause it was not a common equation like h20 or h30..so, i didnt waste my time answering that 1 mark Q. anyway, the whole paper was rather hard. well, if the straight A1 scorers (esp chinese) can go back and collect buckets and buckets of tears, then it must be darn hard for us average students, huh? what i'm trying to say is, the top scorers also find it hard. after going through the hellish paper 2, i think everyone would say paper 1 was easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;although it's not THAT easy, but still, much much more easier than paper 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;anyway, if you were in kml ( or any other matriculation colleges, i assume experience the same phenomena) you will see the worst science students mood. everyone was walking moodily, as if the dementors (read harry potter if you dont know what is that) has just suck their life out of them. the dorm was damn quiet, people pulling long and sour faces, sulking and.. well.. to cut it short, it was an ugly sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;biology was the only paper that was obviously designed by sane people. it was average. not easy not difficult, just average. so, i must say, thank you to whoever they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;then, after the PSPM is over, I had to face and sit for my MUET (malaysian university english test). i was edgy and nervous for the speaking test. but thank god everything when well. it wasn't THAT bad really. but i dont know how good or how bad i did. i'm just praying for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;thanks to the MUET speaking test, i had to stay back in college extra long. thank god all my roommates had to stay back too, so i had company. so after the speaking test, i was delirious with joy and really look forward to coming back to kk. it feels great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/SvE8HaoDN2I/AAAAAAAAABk/DIGKym-mFD4/s320/DSC00512.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400163526297991010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my MUET group members: razmie, adrian lee, fazliana and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happily taken after the speaking test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so here i am, holidaying. downloading and watching movie and drama till i drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and here's the list of movie and drama i watched recently in college and at home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Korean:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1st Shop of Coffee Prince (drama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Girl (drama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yoo Hee The Witch (drama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daisy (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doremifasolatido (movie)&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak Library (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Highschool Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love Phobia (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone Special (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wet Dreams (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SuJu Movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Japanese:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hana Yori Dango (drama) -drama berbuka puasa =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meichan No Shitsuji  (drama) - really sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Boss My Hero (drama) - very funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 Liter of Tears (drama) - as the title indicate, very sad. my roommate always had kleenex by her side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Nightmare Detective (movie) - you die in your dream, you die in real life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Detective Conan The Movie - very cute, like the Conan + some romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Koizora The Movie - very touching, looking forward to watch the drama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;English:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;High School Musical 3- Senior Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lemony's Snickets: A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ace Ventura Pet Detective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monster Vs Aliens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slumdog Millionare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bride War&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ice Age 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (dont like it, altho i'm a HP fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(the last 3, was a movie marathon with my mum, hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malay:&lt;br /&gt;TaleNTime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, holiday is coming to an end. i will be going back to KML on friday, and sit for MUET listening, reading and writing test on saturday. then on monday, it will be the beginning of a new semester in KML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so SEM II, here i come!!~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: the water problem ain't that bad anymore. water tank comes to kml everyday, so we dont need to go water hunting. even though only the ground floor have water, we really appreciate that ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2913701103262869902?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2913701103262869902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/pspm-is-over-holiday-gonna-be-over-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2913701103262869902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2913701103262869902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/11/pspm-is-over-holiday-gonna-be-over-and.html' title='PSPM is over, Holiday gonna be over and MUET still on'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/SvE8HaoDN2I/AAAAAAAAABk/DIGKym-mFD4/s72-c/DSC00512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-5585810407644938298</id><published>2009-08-22T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:43:46.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>UPS. H1N1, fever and quarantined. Water problem to be solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's been one month since i blog. *sigh* lots of things happened during this one month. so brief update is on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. UPS result is out. it sucks though. &gt;.&lt; i got B for bio and chem, D+ for maths and A for English. my pointer was like 2.4? thanks to my maths. i think chemistry was okay, but was rather disappointed with bio. i didnt expect an A, but i expect higher that B la. as for maths, all i cared was that i passed that subject. did i mentioned before what happened to me during maths paper? well, to cut the long story short, i was zombie-dized on that day. i had severe mental block. i cant even recall what does 'real roots' means. i did partial raction halfway and then i went blank and dont know how to do the next step (i got full mark for similar Q during quiz though) it's not like i dont know what to do, i just cant recall how to do. let me give you an analogy. i'm hungry, so i'm supposed to eat right? so in this situation, i get the food, put it in my mouth. then i got blank. i know im supposed to chew and swallow, but i cant recall how to chew my food. that was how i felt when i did partial fraction.  and there was question about squaring both side. so i square, but i didn't bother to square the numbers in the modulus. what i'm trying to say here is that, i was not careless, i knew what mistakes i did without knowing it was all mistakes. meaning to say, i did the mistakes consiously. will anyone tell me what could possibly be the reason for that to happen? but i'm glad that i got an A for english, although it's not taken into consideration in our pointer. more than half my class got E. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  there was at least 3 positive cases of h1n1 in my college, and recently there's a new case in my block, which makes the total cases to be 4. due to these positive cases, the whole college was quarantined, but not closed. so we were all 'prisoned' in the college for like 2 weeks. woah.. that was long you know! and since there's this h1n1 out break, every got sick. its like the whole college is sick. everyone will either experience cough, flu, fever, sore throat, or somekind of sickness. as for me, i had the worst fever experience plus flue and cough. i had fever for 5 days. it started on tuesday, which i ignored. by tuesday night my temperature rose to i think around 40 degree. the next day, though it subsided, i went to the GH. they checked my temperature and it was 39.3. i was showing h1n1 syntoms u know! Thank god i was not quarantined. the doctor acutally prescribed me  2x4 paracetamol a day! my gosh, crazy oh! then i got 4 days MC until saturday. when i first saw it, i was like, wth? 4 days? common man!! by friday i tried to get up and attend class coz my fever subsided but i could only manage 1 hour of class. by noon my head was spinning, very dizzy and i wanted to throw up. so i had to go to the GH again. *Sigh* my parents was so worried that they paid me a visit, although we were quarantined. well, how to get well eh? imagine i was already that dead sick and there i was, water hunting and doing my laundry at 11 pm. (dont tell my mum that, she'll kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last but not least, i'll talk about water problem (i have to leave after this, got MUET practice). anyway, yeah.. we didnt have water since sunday 2 weeks ago. so we had to go water hunting and q for hours and hours for water. but lately things have been slightly better. at least the water tank at the ground floor got water, so no need to hunt too far. the good news is that recently, this mr puad sumthing, the timbalan menteri pelajaran, visited our college. and he promised to solve our water problem in one month's time. well, lets just see how true is that. it's left to be seen. well, i have to leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-5585810407644938298?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5585810407644938298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/ups-h1n1-fever-and-quarantined-water.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5585810407644938298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5585810407644938298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/08/ups-h1n1-fever-and-quarantined-water.html' title='UPS. H1N1, fever and quarantined. Water problem to be solved'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8512344641879929271</id><published>2009-07-22T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:41:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>college vs national service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah, it's been a long time since i last blog, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today's topic is college vs national service. and this post is HIGHLY recommended to those who are selected for national service next year. why? well, simply because if you refuse to go to national service, then forget all about college (especially if you have the intention to enter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labuan&lt;/span&gt; matriculation college). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been through both of it. so i can give a rough comparison between this 2. very easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;: you get 6 meals a day.FREE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; breakfast, morning tea , lunch, evening tea, dinner and supper. and you get 3 types of fruits, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt;, chicken and fish everyday, different style, and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nyummy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;, at least my camp was superb. best of all, everything is ready for you, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have to think of what to eat, just take your tray and food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shove&lt;/span&gt; them down you throat. and your tummy will be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matrix: you have to boil your own water, think of what to drink and eat for breakfast. then no morning tea, unless you are willing to spend more money. same goes with evening tea. lunch, well, you have to choose to eat either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt;, chicken or fish. then dinner, the same thing. and the worst thing, you see the same kind and same way of cooking of chicken almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EVERYday&lt;/span&gt;. to the point that, even if you eat the chicken cooked in different styles in every different meals, you will still think that you ate the same thing yesterday. in fact, you eat so MUCH (its uncountable now) chicken that you forgot the fact that you are eating chicken again. that is one thing. another thing is, sometimes the riced is half cooked. very depressing. never mind the fact that you are actually paying to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raw &lt;/span&gt;food.  and if you something to drink, dig your pocket deeper. everything needs money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt; got good, free, food with variety. matrix have lousy, you-have-to-pay and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;-eating-the-same-thing-again food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. water. (very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt;: you get to shower as long as you want, and do your laundry as long as you want, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;EVERYday&lt;/span&gt;. provided that there's no activity at that point of time. plus, you do your dishes at a decent place. and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need to worry about washroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matrix: water is major problem. its a norm. we have been experiencing poor water supply for 1.5 months already. i hope the water condition will improve when i go back there. the last 1 week i was there, was a real hell. everyday have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;takung&lt;/span&gt; water and carry the water all the way up to my room. and then got 1 day, the Q is so damn long, and by the time it was about 5 more pails away before my turn, the water dried out. and then have to go water hunting. some of them went water hunting and carried their pails of water all the way from the lab, from the track, from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;astaka&lt;/span&gt;, from the washroom near the main gate, from the boys block, in short, from anyway you can find water. well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt; about the water hunting. but what's worst, is the fact that you have no where to do your business and the toilet really stinks due to no water. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;EVERy&lt;/span&gt; drop of water is valuable. oh yeah, one more thing. you have to buy drinking water, and most of the time, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;RO&lt;/span&gt; machine is out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: NS you have reasonably clean washroom, no water problem, FREE drinking water, can shower and do your laundry as long as you want, plus got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dobi&lt;/span&gt; service. Matrix you have to face major water shortage problem, get extra muscle for  carrying water up the staircase everyday from god-knows-where, save money to buy drinking water, stinky washroom, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dobi&lt;/span&gt; and lots of laundry to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.classes and studies&lt;br /&gt;NS: you attend class or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;LDK&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;latihan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;dalam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kumpulan&lt;/span&gt;) from 8-12.30, with a half and hour break in between. in the afternoon, you have 2 hours break and then physical activities. just attend the class, have fun (though you might be sleepy) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need to worry about exams and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matrix: class from 8-4. 1-2 hour break in between. very hectic. and lecture hall super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;conducive&lt;/span&gt; for sleeping. seriously!and then after class, you clean up, do your laundry and have dinner.then study, finish your tutorial, some times got extra class. and worry about mid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; and finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;NS&lt;/span&gt;, no need to worry about studies. matrix so many things to think off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt;.. i very lazy to blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;. so anyway. you see my point? national service is so much relaxed. you just go there to eat, sleep, have fun and let the time pass. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tidur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;tidur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;bodoh&lt;/span&gt;" (quote camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;comandan&lt;/span&gt; or was it cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;elango&lt;/span&gt;). there's nothing much to be worried off. where as matrix, you have so many things in you head and its very stressful. so my last words to those selected for national service next year: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; complain, it's good to help you to adapt to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;KML&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;KMHell&lt;/span&gt; (Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Saad's&lt;/span&gt; quote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8512344641879929271?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8512344641879929271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-vs-national-service.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8512344641879929271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8512344641879929271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/07/college-vs-national-service.html' title='college vs national service'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4804015722777048644</id><published>2009-06-09T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:03:55.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>english tutorial and jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yo again people. today is a happy day for me. one thing i like about tuesday is because it's the most relaxed day in college. on top of that, my 2 hours of moral class was cancelled, hurray!! so, my tutorial mates and i went and had our early lunch at 11, and before 12 we were already in the library. and yippy! since i brought my laptop to study with me (my lecture note is in my laptop maa), i took the opportunity to try the internet out. and alas! i got online for the first time since i came here. the wifi was seriously not bad, well.. there's nothing much to do online also ma.. so it was not bad. and guess what, i got hooked up online and forgotten about studying.. ahaha.. so much so for carrying the laptop with me in my giant laptop bag around the campus. but i guess it's worth it, coz i got to get online and posted the 2nd june post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i HEARD that there will be somekind of talk about MUET (malaysia university english test) tonight at 8pm. *sigh* i plan to study and suddenly now i have to attend this talk.. why cant they do it on some other days? i have maths quiz tomorrow and biology quiz the next day people, and i'm still far from finishing my revision.. huhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. there are some jokes i came across in the past few weeks that i think is worth sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-lecturer. S- student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;L: if you eat papaya continuously for 2 weeks, your boobs will become bigger ( or did she say breast? nevermind.. just get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;S1: does that work on guys too?&lt;br /&gt;SS :*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;S2: boys eat banana!!&lt;br /&gt;SS: *laughs louder* (i bet someone was tempted to get underneath the tabble and chairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;L: okay take 5&lt;br /&gt;SS: yay, take 5!!&lt;br /&gt;L: okay, those of you who wants to go to the toilet, you may go now. the toilet is burning; especially the guys'&lt;br /&gt;Me: *what? burning? er..okay whatever is she talking about*&lt;br /&gt;L: girls, you can go siram the bunga (water the flower)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *ahhhh! now i get it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: you guys get the joke ka? i think most of the class didnt get the joke.. haha, they are not witty enough ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint: the way the firemen put out fire is similar to how guys do their business :) that's why the washroom is said to be burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..... even S1 is very quiet this week&lt;br /&gt;S2: oh, you mean the high spirited one? habis spirit already maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you people find the jokes funny, but they do help to not just put smile on my face, but also laughter. till next post then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: please dont expect any photo for the next god knows how many post.. haha..limited time to go online ba!\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4804015722777048644?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4804015722777048644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-tutorial-and-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4804015722777048644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4804015722777048644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/english-tutorial-and-jokes.html' title='english tutorial and jokes'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8115637788437261863</id><published>2009-06-02T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:59:02.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The 1st Month In Matrics The Unedible COW Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ahhh! it feels so damn good to own your own laptop, especially when you are away from home. nevermind the fact that i dont have internet connection is this sad (well, a little sad) place. at least i can express myself by blogging and thus avoid myself from going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the cafe to get myself some dinner, which i'm currently eating. when i first saw this particular meat i wonder what is it, coz it does some how smells like lamb. so i asked the kakak at the cafe, and the kakak at the canteen say its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COW&lt;/span&gt;. well, at least she knows 'cow'.. but the cow i'm eating, is not edible, which means i stopped eating it now. it's so darn tough i wonder how on earth do they *** actually swallow that thing down their throat? hah! so much so for expecting a good dinner, wasting my RM 1.50 only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***i think u guys know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is the 4th week i'm here, and you can consider it the 2nd month i'm here, in KML. which stands for Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan aka Labuan Matriculation College. well i'm assuming that you know why havent i be posting for the past about 1 month. obviously i was too busy preparing for matrics, and once i entered here, i'm totally cut out of the world. except the fact that i have a handphone, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, what have been happening for the past 3 weeks? 1st week we had orientation aka minggu pengurusan pelajar baru (mppb). it wasn't as bad as i expected. except the fact that we have to "compress" ourself in order to fit in the  2.2k students plus god knows how many facililators into the suffocating hall. the hall was an earthly hell and oven to us, the aircond didnt help much in anyway. i had to go against my principle of 'dont shower late at night' coz it is just pointless to shower if you were going to sweat like dog in the hall. i ended up showering at 11pm every night. my mum would kill me if she knows that! and we have to wake up at 4 am, rush, run, shoove food down our throat and our stomach, forget about shower and sit for hours and hours until our ass gone flat for 5 continuous days. by the end of it, we were like dead log and really looking forward for the outing day on saturday and sunday. enough said about the orientation week, at least it wasnt as bad as i expected. here's the link to the college blog on mppb, you should check it out.. really interesting.. well, at least the photography was great. &lt;a href="http://www.kml.matrik.edu.my/mppb-2009/"&gt;http://www.kml.matrik.edu.my/mppb-2009/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first week of lecture and tutorial, i must admit that i do experience a little culture shock here and there. i felt like i'm in oversea and in college!! yeah, indeed i am in college. it's kindda fun to watch people rush into the theatre-like lecture hall, grab their sit and listen for 1 hour. then rush to another tutorial room and to the next lecture and so on. and the fun is doubled when you actually experience it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is during the day. and then at night, people going to the library, studying, full or high spirit and ethusiasm. there was even a LONG Q! i was totally speechless! i think the most powerful culture shock i experience here is due to the fact that everyone is studying, or at least pretend to. i must say it puts some pressure on me! i do enjoyed the 1st week of lecture and tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then second week came, and more tutorial work comes in. and lecture is going on a fast pace and biology is driving me nuts. god, this is only the 2nd week of lecture and i'm already struggling like this!  tutorial work does gives me some headache, especially when i cant seem to just get it right, how frustrating! and alast! the friday came, and i was more than happy when the chemistry lab class was cancelled. and double the joy people, because i finally get to travel back to kk on friday!! well.. i must end this post here, because it's time for me to get back to work. so till tomorrow or the next post comes in, then i'll post about something more interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8115637788437261863?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8115637788437261863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-month-in-matrics-unedible-cow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8115637788437261863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8115637788437261863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-month-in-matrics-unedible-cow.html' title='The 1st Month In Matrics The Unedible COW Experience'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4965460668989459225</id><published>2009-05-05T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:21:42.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>why am i such a great friend? and rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hi all, sorry for not updating for a long time. it has been like what? 3 weeks? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing INTERESTING came up, so nothing to post lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was clearing my stuff (still, 1 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oredy&lt;/span&gt;) and i found a love letter from my darling.&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting, and put a wide smile on my face.. guess who is it from? that person wrote the following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why are you such a great friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. you remember my birthday (and makes sure u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; forget yours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. you have an annoying smile (but funny all the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. you are sarcastic (means you're not dull)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. you like to make sure i smile everyday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. you like my father (this is amusing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. you listen patiently to my rants. (patience is virtue... yeah yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. you quoted quotes to me (informative what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. you are approachable (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;---i think the person is running out of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.  you know how to make me speechless (Seriously!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. you're simply a bloody great person to start with (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who actually knows us, this is an easy guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;, in case you all are wondering why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; update, the reasons are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. lazy&lt;br /&gt;2. nothing interesting to blog&lt;br /&gt;3. busy, matrix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;! oh yeah, i dint get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ipta&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dunno what to blog&lt;br /&gt;5. busy downloading movie&lt;br /&gt;6. mum makes me watch boys over flower with her for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; 4 days? or was it 5 days straight. so cannot online, and lack of sleep! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. reminds me of form 5, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; drama with my mum from 8pm to 5am straight.. so much so for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  ..... i run out of reasons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. on 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;, i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;piza&lt;/span&gt; hut.. and the person serve us (my dad and i) pizza, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lasagna&lt;/span&gt; together with cheese powder, the one in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; small plastic bowl.. so we had our meal and chit chat, happened that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; finish half the cheese powder. suddenly, one of the 'waiter' came to our table, grab that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; plastic bowl of cheese powder and gave it to the person few tables away. can you believe that? my dad and i just look at each other, speechless. i cant make up my mind if that was funny and amusing or shocking and annoying. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;yeeeee&lt;/span&gt;! so not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hygienic&lt;/span&gt; oh!! it's not like coffee shop! can you imagine those people on the other table enjoying my dad and my amylase enzyme? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fross&lt;/span&gt;. poor guy. and... my dad went straight to the washroom when we came back..  you can guess why. if there's anything to blame, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; blame the cheese powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4965460668989459225?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4965460668989459225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-such-great-friend-and-rants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4965460668989459225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4965460668989459225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-am-i-such-great-friend-and-rants.html' title='why am i such a great friend? and rants'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-6863797841443772572</id><published>2009-04-17T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:59:06.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Nightmare and Sweet Dream: Matriculation and School Academic Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Part One: Nightmare : Matriculation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock. the clock is ticking away. finally it was 12 pm. means that we can go to www.moe.gov.my to check if we get excepted for matriculation or not. too bad the link was not up yet *curse* so i continued chatting and sharing the suspend and agony and torture and nightmare with dear bel and raymond. should we check or not? aiya.. takut laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then raymond goes: YES! sia dapat! or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then bel goes: thank god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then i go: mana kamu check nie??? sia tia nampak link punnnnnn &lt;/span&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;and to my horror it took ages to load the page. think moe web page almost crash or something. haha. and finally i key in my ic number, close my eyes, and hit ENTER. open my eyes and TAHNIAH. that was the only word i saw and registered in my head, i didnt bother to read the rest haha. and thus, my nightmare has ended.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: i got excepted to Labuan Matriculation College, 1 year program. now i'm thinking should i take living science or physical science? anyone care to drop ur opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Two: Sweet Dream: School Award Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;i reached the dewan kebudayaan, where it was held at about 8.10am. well, we are malaysian, so dont care about punctuality. although MY invitation was 8.00 am, i didnt bother to be punctual, coz passed experience told me not to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was great, meeting old friends, old teachers, new teachers (not that i bother to talk to them.. segan bah) i THINK we were very noisy, but no one even bother to shut us up. frankly speaking, i didnt bother to hear the speeches. though it seems to be 'quite interesting'. well at least the part that i over heard were interesting enough. nothing really much happened la, everyone were busy with camera, busy updating each other about each other's ups and down, busy sms-ing to check if they got matrics, in short everyone were busy in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through the ceremony, i went to the washroom and ran into jason's mum. she was at the mirror, looked up and saw me.&lt;br /&gt;and i went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hi aunty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hi yvonne&lt;/span&gt; *shut the water tap and turned around*&lt;br /&gt;so i held out my hand (without realising) expecting to shake her hand. and guess what i got from her? something about cant-just-shake-hand,-must-hug. lol. before i went home, i saw her again, said good bye and got another *hug* well, what can i say? she have always treated me like a daughter for the past at least SIX years. so that explains the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; rumours between me and jason. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i personally think that the interesting part was when it was our turn to take the award.&lt;br /&gt;when cg jenn was smiling widely at me, and i simply dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;when pengetua was ON the stage, mouthing something at.. i dont know who (she seems to be looking at me, but i think i'm imagining things)..&lt;br /&gt;when cg claris asked me stop at one yellow line and then 'run' to another yellow line &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with my heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when tan sri asked me some things for so long until people asked me what happened.  pengetua and him with their *shocked* face. cant blame them.&lt;br /&gt;when i walked down the stage, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;and when cg jimmy said : yvonne! *looks and points at my heels* jaga patah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, the form 5 guys performance was cool!~ love it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dont ask me how much $$ i get.  and no, i'm not gonna spend it, its going straight to my saving acc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-6863797841443772572?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6863797841443772572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare-and-sweet-dream-matriculation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6863797841443772572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6863797841443772572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmare-and-sweet-dream-matriculation.html' title='Nightmare and Sweet Dream: Matriculation and School Academic Award'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-7875034579217043378</id><published>2009-04-14T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:13:36.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Drop By In School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yesterday i went to school to get the school mag and some sijil, but it turned out that 1. cg richard LOST my name, so he didn't prepare my sijil PEKA and 2. cg seri forgot to follow up another sijil for us. so i only managed to get the school mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that i anticipated will happen, happened! well, you see, i have no choice but to meet cg flavia in the staff room to get the school mag. and that was when and where my horror nightmare began. she asked me if i'll be attending the hari anugerah on friday, which i say yes (after yada2 to my mum coz the school didnt bother to contact us, not until i finished yadayada. pity my mum) anyway, then she said MUST wear formal ah! and i told her i have no formal outfit. and we argued and argued. lol, it's yvonne after all. asked me to wear baju kurung. teacher, the only baju kurung i have, is baju sekolah &gt;.&lt;  asked me to buy in donggongon (okay???) . asked my to buy in city mall (sounds wayyy better). asked me to wear skirt. aiyo, teacher my skirt very  short..  dont think it's appropriate la.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, the block form 4 that looks like a chinese temple with all the reddish  family tone have some touching up done. the pillar is now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. can you imagine that? suprisingly it looked good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; funny lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bangunan pentadbiran is still the same old pinkyreddish, the colour of my camp. sheesh. but the staff room have new curtain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;. nice. but it 'shocked' my eyes. i had to squint my eyes for a few secs to get used to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to KUM and i noticed the PUM is painted with new.. murals? is that the word? but i didnt bother to have a good look or take any pics.. coz wel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; many students. but i noticed that now more students ponteng kelas and go lepak2 la.. sheesh, didnt happened during our time. we were such good students oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who i met in KUM? cg tita. yes. the one with BIG specs. the one who taught us science in form 1. who  was bias. hahaha.. gagal pun boleh dapat credit! the one who loves to give quiz and the one who yada yada alot. she's replacing one of the teachers for the time being. i must say she's a great teacher, coming back after few years of retirement. i bet she's like60+ now! and i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;! really! she actually remembered my name. i was like impressed. " i remember my good students" she said. lol, i almost laugh. me? good student? hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, i have to go prepare early dinner now. going out tonite to get the *curse^^* baju formal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-7875034579217043378?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7875034579217043378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/drop-by-in-school.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7875034579217043378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7875034579217043378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/drop-by-in-school.html' title='Drop By In School'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4398483389747511333</id><published>2009-04-12T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:49:41.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>happy easter! and my boring update</title><content type='html'>well, today will be a normal post. nothing special. i'm currently working on three topics. which are ms chua, kebajikan and i miss high school. but i'm stuck coz i have no pics to post. all my pics are in my sister's external, which is with her in sandakan *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually nothing intersting happened this few weeks. i spent 2 weeks watching it started with a kiss (excluding this week). didnt watch any movie this week, currently downloading coffee prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and list out 'interesting things' now..&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom was chit chating with me in the kitchen while she was cooking. so our nugget ended up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02545-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 305px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02545-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i was not shortlisted for JPA, Petronas and IPTA. which means all the things that i applied, lol.&lt;br /&gt;so much so for working hard in academic, kokum and plkn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i made up my mind, i want to go matrics. so i wont be sending in my yayasan sabah and kerajaan negeri scholarship application forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i finally figured out the rubiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02495-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02495-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.i GAINED weight! no. let me rephrase: i gained weight, kilos, pounds, mass, inches, cms and fats!! i'm happy to gain weight, but not the fats =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i went to my sister's place in sandakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02415.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice view eh? taken from the peak of sandakan, the chinese temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i found out that cg theresa read my post about her (kani will have to take the blame).&lt;br /&gt;that gave me a heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i finished reading 2 novels by david baldacci. stone cold and absolute power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02571-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02571-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and currently reading the whole truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02572-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 523px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02572-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i sms-ed people for 2 1/2 hours straight, non stop. then my hand cramped. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i've been eating a LOT of bread and cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.. i have nothing to talk about ba this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i upload some pic to &lt;a href="http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-18th-birthday.html"&gt;my 18th birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4398483389747511333?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4398483389747511333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-and-my-boring-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4398483389747511333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4398483389747511333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-and-my-boring-update.html' title='happy easter! and my boring update'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_DSC02545-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-3958221819700207063</id><published>2009-04-09T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:55:18.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>88 Ways To Know You Are Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. You look like you are 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, i AM 18, what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;2. You like to eat chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, but only if my mother cooks it. otherwise i wont even look at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;3. You suck on fish heads and fish fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fish head no, fish fins sometimes.. but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; happen often&lt;/blockquote&gt;4. You have a Chinese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;knick&lt;/span&gt;-knack hanging on your rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. You sing Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;6. Your house is covered with tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes they are. wow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to think i have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;/ other races and ethnics friends who have houses covered with tiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;7. Your kitchen is covered by a sticky film of  grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that only happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;righta&lt;/span&gt; after we are done with cooking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;: i help my mum clean the grease &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. common, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell me you kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have any grease at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;8. Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe it is covered with aluminum, but not aluminum foil (p/s: why is it spelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alumiNUM&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alumiNIUM&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;9. You leave the plastic covers on your remote  control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought all remote control covers are made of plastic? but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have any transparent plastic on my remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;10. You've never kissed your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who say so? i still get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; kisses on my birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;11. You've never hugged your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i still hug my mum a lot&lt;/blockquote&gt;12. Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i may be wearing thick glasses, thick enough to be considered blind. but my vision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; 20/500. it much better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;13. You wear contacts, to avoid wearing your "coke  bottle glasses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not true, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like contacts, makes my eyes dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;14. You've worn glasses since you were in fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;15. Your hair sticks up when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only baby hair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;16. You'll haggle over something that is not negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; after all&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;17. You love to use coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no, i prefer cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;18. You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;malaysia's&lt;/span&gt; petrol are standard price? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; drive. and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather just pay for what's available than go waste my time and gas looking for cheaper gas. beats the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;19. You drive around for hours looking for the best parking space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. You take showers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before 8pm only. my mum would kill me with her nag if i shower/ bath at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;21. You avoid the non-free snacks in hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ya, true! it's double triple the price what! why waste money?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;22. You don't mind squeezing 20 people into one  motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind being one of the 20 people, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never squeeze 20 people nor being 1 of the 20 people being squeezed into one motel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;23. Most girls have more body hair than you, if you are male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You tap the table when someone pours tea for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;25. You say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;!" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;!" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! typical&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/blockquote&gt;26. You don't want to wear your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt; because it is uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;who say so? i wear what!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. You love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, slot machines, and  blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so  you can reuse the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do unwrap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; gift and birthday gifts carefully, but not because i want to reuse the paper. even though "save the tree" is written all over me, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; reuse gift wrappers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;29. You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas,  when they are 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; worst than that, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; cards. well, i do, but only a few pieces that i can afford, full price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;30. You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen  table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;31. You spit bones and other food scraps on the  table. (That's why you need the vinyl tablecloth) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hye&lt;/span&gt;, i still know my table manners okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;32. You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt; that? the beginning of time?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. You use the dishwasher as a dish rack. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. You have never used your dishwasher.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; own one&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;only super typical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; do that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not one of them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have a dining table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. and it's not IN the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;37. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only grocery bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;38. You have a piano in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a matter of fact, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;39. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but i thought the pick is only available in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sabah&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;40. You twirl your pen around your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, bad habit. even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; motivator told us not to do that, it's distracting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;41. You hate to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hye&lt;/span&gt;, there's lots of people out there starving you know!&lt;/blockquote&gt;42. You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;actually, it's sardine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. You don't own any real Tupperware - only a  cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the above statement is true, but i do own real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;tupperware&lt;/span&gt;. which includes, those with the word TUPPERWARE imprinted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my parents can afford to buy proper drinking cup and glasses, and they are not cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;45. You have a collection of miniature shampoo  bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, they work wonders when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; travelling and camping&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;46. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (travel mean any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These snacks are always dried and include dried plums, mango, ginger, and squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope! only LONG distant journey. long distance = more than 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;47. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya lah! can cook the rice without rinsing it meh? got lots of husk leah!! &lt;/blockquote&gt;48. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;partially right. he will try to fix it before calling the repairman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;49. The dash board of your Honda is covered by  hundreds of small toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;one, my family dont own honda. two, there's not even a single small toy in any of the cars&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50. You don't use measuring cups.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a matter of fact, our hand is our weighing scale and measuring cups. what can i say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;51. You beat eggs with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;52. You have a teacup with a cover on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you should get me one for my birthday! oh nevermind, i just noticed my birthday had passed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;53. You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling information costs 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought it's 20 cents? never mind, i dont do either. i need phone number, i'll check my phone or get from friends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;54. You only make long distance calls after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;55. If you are male, you clap at something funny and if you are female, you giggle whilst placing a hand over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought it's called 'manners'?&lt;/blockquote&gt;56. You like Chinese films in their original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;undubbed&lt;/span&gt; versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not jus chinese films, but all films.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i've never watched dubbed chinese films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;57. You love Chinese Martial Arts films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes! go go jackie chan!~ does that counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;58. You've learnt some form of martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;does taekwon counts? or maybe, TTS (tempur tanpa sejanta) haha&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Shaolin&lt;/span&gt; actually mean something to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;60. You like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;congee&lt;/span&gt; with thousand year old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you mean 'bi dan/ pi tan'? it's called century eggs but i'm very sure century is hundred year old and and not thousand year old&lt;/blockquote&gt;61. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;nope, not me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. You never call your parents just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh! of coz la! if i call them, then i'll talk about A-Z&lt;/blockquote&gt;63. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; that only happens in chinese speaking family (and i'm not one). the parents says "chi bao le ma?" literally means have you eaten. it's actually a form of greeting and courtasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;64. When you're sick, your parents tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;yeet&lt;/span&gt; hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;what's yeey hay?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;65. You know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;yeet&lt;/span&gt; hay is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no, and i ask my dad, and he has no idea either.&lt;/blockquote&gt;66. You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you're only 10  feet apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i dont work, but yes this happens. i text my friends and family even though they are 10 feet away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;67. You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;68. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;haha! yes but no. i dont starve myself&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;69. You know someone who can get you a good deal on  jewellery or  electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does this thing even exist anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;71. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed  paper-thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ya, only me in the family!~&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73. You know what moon cakes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;even my malay/ kadazan/ indian/ korean friends knows what's that!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;74. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy  100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's such thing ah? roilet paper sales? never knew that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;75. Your parents know how to launch nasal projectiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. You iron your own shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other wise?&lt;/blockquote&gt;77. You play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;instruments&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;78. Even if you're totally full, if someone says  they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ou'll&lt;/span&gt; finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. You've eaten a red bean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;since i'm not working yet, i just pay for my own food ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. You majored in something practical like  engineering, medicine or law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm considering medicine&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;83. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. You don't tip more than 10% at a restaurant, and if you do, you tip Chinese delivery guys/waiters more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;malaysian dont tip heh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;85. You have acquired a taste for bitter melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl,  but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;ya! until one of my JLs had to point out a few times that i eat too 'clean', to the last grain ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. You know why there are 88 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;88. You see the truth in this and then send it to  all your Chinese friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-3958221819700207063?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3958221819700207063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/88-ways-to-know-you-are-chinese.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3958221819700207063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3958221819700207063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/88-ways-to-know-you-are-chinese.html' title='88 Ways To Know You Are Chinese'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-6238875440146584190</id><published>2009-04-03T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:23:01.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><title type='text'>Teachers Featuring Mdm Theresa Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay, today i shall write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;theresa&lt;/span&gt; lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choon&lt;/span&gt; moi (did i get that right?), our dearest add maths teacher, the one and only guru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pakar&lt;/span&gt;, best in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sabah&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sabah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sabah&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; attempting to make is sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PCK&lt;/span&gt;, but i think i just failed horribly. oops!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually enjoyed add maths, but sadly i get a B3 for that subject.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt; wahaha&lt;/span&gt;.. you know what, among the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cemerlang&lt;/span&gt; A students, she told me that she was not confident that i would get an A, so yeah.. it turned out that way *sob*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;theresa&lt;/span&gt; has a very-very.. let's just put it this way : she has a UNIQUE sense of humour and sarcasm. and she speaks a whole lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, which sounds cute really. "like that one ah?" and sometimes she goes "are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sureeeeee&lt;/span&gt;?" stressing the word sure.  she's really good in add maths (obviously, other wise she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be a guru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pakar&lt;/span&gt;) to the point that she can do probably any add maths question you give her. sometimes we think that she's one of the living add maths calculator, in a way it is true, right? and she does it real fast. there are times when she teach that we just simply got lost half way.  and she'll ask which one we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand. and we'll say all, from the beginning.  you know why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we cant relate to the question asked. and there were also times when she skipped steps, thinking that we can catch up, and we'll just go like "teacher! where you get that?" "how come like that?" then after she explain, we'll let out a long "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;oooooooooohhhhh&lt;/span&gt;" and she'll laugh at our foolishness (in a way its foolish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wat's wrong with my writing style today? feels very dead to me ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;theresa&lt;/span&gt; or sometimes i call her cg lee is a very very tall lady and she has quite a big body frame. she's not fat at all okay, just that she's big size.. u know what i mean? sometimes i suspect that she might be mix blood, i mean western mix blood.  and she has a very distinct dress code, well at least in my partner in crime and my opinion. most of the time, if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;kebaya&lt;/span&gt;, then she will wear long skirts. i have a feeling that she fancy clothes that cover up her legs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. and her top will mostly be 3/4 long sleeves. occasionally she wears short skirts though, but not that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advantage of having a guru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pakar&lt;/span&gt; to teach you is the fact that you learn shortcuts. and no matter how hard the Q is, she will be able to find one way or another to explain to you why is it like that. at least it works with the formula la.. add maths is never explainable, it's too abstract. you just have to fill in the numbers into the formula and work it out. there's not much logic you can figure out from the formulas, unless you're a genius, of cause! any way, the not so good thing ( but some times, can still be good) thing about guru &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pakar&lt;/span&gt; is the fact that she travels a bit too often. every now and then we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a teacher in class to teach us. so sometimes our syllabus will have to be cramped, 2 classes= 1 class. and some times we have to stay back to repay the 'lost class' . the good thing about that is, we can procrastinate and not do our homework. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... but sometimes when she's gone for 1 week after another, we are like abandoned children (but she never abandoned us la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was any jokes about her in class, i think it might have slipped off our mind. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 100% sure that no one will forget this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; joke, a joke between cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;theresa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: dialogue may not be exactly the same, but roughly it's the same. well, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; story line is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene: teacher teaching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; asleep behind. well, at least half asleep if not really asleep.&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt;! what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;R: *wakes up*&lt;br /&gt;T: are you asleep ah? what time did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;R: 4am (or was it 2? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;T: 4 am ah? so late ah? i wonder what did you do ?&lt;br /&gt;R: watch drama with my brother&lt;br /&gt;T: what drama&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hong kong&lt;/span&gt; drama&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hong kong&lt;/span&gt; drama ah? very good.. and how old is your bother?&lt;br /&gt;R: 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;T: 12 years old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;upsr&lt;/span&gt; ah?&lt;br /&gt;R: ya&lt;br /&gt;T: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; ah, one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;upsr&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;, watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; drama until 4 am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;* smiles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt; and continue teaching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously everyone laughed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;raymond&lt;/span&gt; for being so frank. okay now tell me, who doesn't remember this incident?? remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;? nah..i told you. now go buy me a cub of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;yoyo&lt;/span&gt; drink. i want yam milky tea with pudding k, send to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing about this teacher is the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; has rather sharp ears. being me, i monologue a lot. and it's rather embarrassing when she caught what i said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;shessh&lt;/span&gt;. and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ALways&lt;/span&gt; repeat after me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-6238875440146584190?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6238875440146584190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers-featuring-mdm-theresa-lee.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6238875440146584190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6238875440146584190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/04/teachers-featuring-mdm-theresa-lee.html' title='Teachers Featuring Mdm Theresa Lee'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-6437991975044139440</id><published>2009-03-29T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:13:29.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Milo The Malt Drink</title><content type='html'>MILO&lt;br /&gt;ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;nope?&lt;br /&gt;okay here's some hint: green can or box? with the word ANTIGEN E on it? or maybe some athlete? or kids?&lt;br /&gt;if you still have no faintest idea on what on earth is this thing called milo, then obviously you were not born and raised in Malaysia. but still, even non malaysian knows MILO *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, why milo? why i chose to write about milo? thanks to Kanivanan who, well, suggested that i write about milo. which initially i said no. but things change and i decide to write about MILO. and i shall tell the story after these facts (though i dont know how factual this is):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some very, ahem, interesting facts about MILO:&lt;br /&gt;1. it is a nestle product which originated from australia&lt;br /&gt;2. our dear Malaysia account for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt; of the world wide consumption of MILO. yes, you heard me right. ninety percent.&lt;br /&gt;3. try making a cold cup of milo and microwave it for 40-60 seconds, then you will have a layer of milo biscuit on top =)&lt;br /&gt;4. there is an organisation called "Milo Cricket" which operates in most areas by volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;5. there is such thing as MILO dinosaur. dont believe? try checking out the official &lt;a href="http://www.milo.com.my/"&gt;milo website. &lt;/a&gt;you can make one yourself by adding extra undisolved milo powder on top of a glass of disolved milo&lt;br /&gt;6. the is also such thing as MILO godzilla: a cup of Milo with ice cream and/or topped with whipped cream. god knows why they give such weird names&lt;br /&gt;7. Neslo, i believe most of you tried this before. nescafe+milo=neslo. we need some maths here&lt;br /&gt;8. It is also sometimes used as an alternative to jam and put in bread or also as an ingredient in roti canai. obviously i didnt know this, coz i've never been to a mamak stall, so much so for being a malaysian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here's a real life story that happened yesterday and which i would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;*mum walking into the kitchen*&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Von! you want tea?&lt;br /&gt;Von   : No, i want milo. with milk&lt;br /&gt;*Von follows mum into the kitchen and saw mum making drinks*&lt;br /&gt;Von   : May, ko sudah simpan susu? [mom, have you added milk?] *opens the fridge and look at the 2 cartons of milk. fresh milk and soya bean milk*&lt;br /&gt;Mom : sudah [already]&lt;br /&gt;Von: *looks at mom* susu apa ko taru? *open the cap of the fresh milk which is still sealed*&lt;br /&gt;*looks at each other and laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what happened was that my mum added SOYA BEAN milk into my cup of milo instead of fresh milk. so, a new recipe was created. actually it taste more like chocolate flavoured soyabean milk than soya bean flavoured milo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-6437991975044139440?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/6437991975044139440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/milo-malt-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6437991975044139440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/6437991975044139440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/milo-malt-drink.html' title='Milo The Malt Drink'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1137859637558152372</id><published>2009-03-26T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:51:38.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurulatih'/><title type='text'>National Service: Cikgu Yna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her real name is Shareena. she thinks that i dont know her name simply because i prefer to call her cg reena. i think ina (she spells it YNA) sounds a bit old. well, you know in kadazan, ina means like grandma.. one day she actually asked me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa kamu panggil cikgu tadi&lt;/span&gt;?" and i have to answer her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cikgu reena, sebab nama cikgu, shareena&lt;/span&gt;" just because not many people knows her name, doesnt mean i'm one of them =.=' anyway, i also like to call her cikgu garfield coz (1) she has a very adorable grey garfield hanging on her bag (which i always try to disturb) and (2) she loves cats, sometimes she even looks like cat when she smile. mata sepet somemore. i'm suspicious whether she is a chinese decendent.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02379-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 555px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02379-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepet&lt;/span&gt; eyes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's rather close to my mentor, cg miza. they even tricked lin and i once *sigh*. it has something to do with kit layout, which i'll explain in cg miza's post. obviously cg miza was the mastermind while cg reena simply just play and tag along , but still! that was one of the worst trick done on us in the camp. whatever happened between them later on i dont know, but they work pretty well especially when it comes to training the camp representative for the netball match, which we got 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg reena have a very cute way of expressing herself. i remember when we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyam&lt;/span&gt; the leaves for the closing ceremony backdrop, she got so irritated coz she keeps doing it the wrong way. it came to a point when she gave up and looked like she was going to cry, stood up, stamped her feet and went to do something else. she said she'd rather stop dealing with the leaves before she does any more damage to the poor leaves. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, it was raining and both of us wanted to go to the washroom. we were walking halfway when she suddenly realised that she forgot to take her dorm key, made a turn, sulk or rather made faces  and started to stamp her feet again. hahaha! she looks like a little girl who just demanded a lollipop from her father. well, at least she took my advice to just go to the wirawati's washroom instead of going back for the key, and have to take off her boots and all again. in a way, i think i see myself in her, because i do that too sometimes, sulking, and stamping my feet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02380-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 376px; height: 595px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02380-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;oh dear, i look damn fat and short here *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one day when she actually went almost below the table just to chase after a cat. seriously she can go crazy when she sees cats. if it's possible, she would carry and hug the cat. but ironicly, when the mother cat went into her room, she didnt dare to carry or shoo it out. she looked at cg sharah expecting her to deal with the mother cat, which finally cg sharah had the honour to shoo the cat away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1290088-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 293px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P1290088-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1290086-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 294px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P1290086-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about cats, when the cats come to my dorm, sometimes i would carry them to dorm C and ask the cat to wait for cg reena to come back and deal with them, haha.. but it never worked out coz the cats will always come back to my dorm, until we have to close the door *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall she's nice, a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt; yet adorable and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuat merajuk&lt;/span&gt; (jokingly la, nothing serious). i remember she merajuk coz i brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ole-ole&lt;/span&gt; for cg sharah from kuching, but non for her... haha.. but! cg sharah promised to share the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ole-ole&lt;/span&gt; with her. not my fault what, my mum told me to give the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ole-ole&lt;/span&gt; to the teacher "who send and pick me up from the airport"! besides, it's not like i purposedly hand the thing over to cg sharah in front of her, the problem is everytime i went and look for cg sharah, she's not in. i walked all the way to her dorm 5 times before i can hand the thing over to her, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1137859637558152372?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1137859637558152372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-yna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1137859637558152372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1137859637558152372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-yna.html' title='National Service: Cikgu Yna'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_DSC02379-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8961386378178068684</id><published>2009-03-26T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:03:08.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service: Cikgu Salmah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay, done with cg irma, now lets move on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JL fizikal&lt;/span&gt; dorm B: cg salmah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3090805-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3090805-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;she's the one with the tiara&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm not exactly close to this particular JL. i've always think that she resembles one of the scoobydoo character: velma. velma and salmah rhymes again, dont they? for some unknown reason, her name suits her perfectly.  she's one of the very super calm looking JL, never actually raised her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very weird thing that happen between us was when one day, she called me and asked me which dorm am i from? i told her i'm from dorm F. and she wouldnt believe. she kept insisting that i'm from dorm B. till this day, i never figured out why on earth she thinks i'm from dorm B. i wonder if anyone there looks like me? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3090804-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3090804-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;that's me, cg afni, cg salmah and cg liny&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there's not much memory about her that i can think of.  accept for maybe this: i remember it was 28th february. cg salmah and cg afni went and pick us up at the airport after i was stranded there for.. 6 hours i think? nevermind that, can talk about that in another post. anyway, on the way back to the camp, we didnt actually talked much to her. i guess lin and i were busy talking to cikgu afni. then it came to a point when i asked cg afni who is the other police in our camp, other than cg miza? hearsay there's 2 police in each camp. so we guess la. it was kindda funny and stupid, we guess and guess and names like cg E came up. it came to a point when we mentioned cg fiq and cg afni looked like something just hit her hard on the face. she laughed and laughed while we were like lost. finally she told cg salmah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sal! sa! dorang cakap fiq jadi polis. awak boleh bayangkan?&lt;/span&gt; (something like that, with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bahasa kelate&lt;/span&gt;) and then she too started laughing non stop. well, i dont actually understand what's so funny about that? just because he came from kelantan too? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have nothing much to talk about her.. she's cute. that's all i can say =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out if you wanna smile, told you i cant stay away from her blog! &lt;a href="http://www.chanlilian.net/2008/09/04/girls-listen-up-how-to-win-an-argument-always/"&gt;http://www.chanlilian.net/2008/09/04/girls-listen-up-how-to-win-an-argument-always/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8961386378178068684?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8961386378178068684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-salmah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8961386378178068684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8961386378178068684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-salmah.html' title='National Service: Cikgu Salmah'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_P3090805-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-579335790101453756</id><published>2009-03-26T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:44:29.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service: Cikgu Irma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wargh! havent been posting a long time, considering that i sit here almost everyday, except when i went to sandakan lah.. anyway, i think it's high time for me to resume blogging NOW, before i start reading lilianchan's blog and cant stop reading. ( i already read one post, and already moved on to the next post! oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so today, i'm thinking of writing about our facilitators aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jurulatih&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cikgu&lt;/span&gt; in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall start with jurulatih fizikal, starting with dorm A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;dorm A: cikgu irma.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3030635-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 535px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3030635-1.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has a very nice name, irma nirwana. well, at least it rhymes, right? the first time i talked to her was when i was on duty during the 1st &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hari lawatan keluarga&lt;/span&gt;. my first impression on her was not THAT good (except for he nice name). not friendly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garang&lt;/span&gt; and what's with her PR? for quite some time i was not comfortable with her PR and how she treated others. i should probably write about what happened during the 1st  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hari lawatan keluarga&lt;/span&gt; in another post, otherwise i'll be dragging this post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i heard a lot of bad remarks about her, especially among the chinese wirawatis. i can say 80% of them anti her initially, i dont know about now though. all i know was that they will sulk at the mere mention of her name. then one day, i was talking to some chinese wirawatis, and i asked her she is from which dorm. she said dorm A. and i said, oh dorm cg irma, so unlucky, coz she's strict. she looked at me and said: why does everyone say that? she's okay, nice and concern. to tell you the truth, that was the 1st time i heard anything positive about her from the chinese. no doubt i was surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day, during the AKPK talk (if i'm not mistaken), i wanted to go to the lue. knowing that i'm going back to the dorm, she asked me to call cg afni for duty. then when i came back, i told her that cg afni was asleep and she will come down shortly. to my surprise, she actually smiled and said thank you. that was the first time i saw her smile. *speechless* since that incident, she kindda changed a bit of my impression on her, more positive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i only started to get a bit closer to her during the last probably 1 month in the camp, thanks to recycle. if you were my schoolmate, you would have known that i'm into recycle, thanks to the KITS project by my dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelab kebajikan&lt;/span&gt;. so the story goes like this: since she was the only person collecting aluminium can in the camp, i just simply cant help it.. i just have to send those aluminium cans to her, so that's partially how i got a bit closer to her, coz i always send stuff to her dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3060685-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 572px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3060685-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;best friends, wearing identical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jubah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cg irma is very close to cg ziela. they are simply best friends, nevermind the age gap. close to the point that they wear identical clothes and shoes. it's like they made a deal. if one wears kasut PT the other will aslo wear kasut PT. if one wear the yellow jersey, the other will also wear yellow jersey. they even have the same jubah! can you imagine that? sometimes cg ziela wears cg irma's clothes (there's name on the clothes, that's why i know) i'm not exactly an observant person, but i do notice that, haha... and the thing i find most interesting about them is during PT pagi. they always do their morning exercise together, which is very distracting. though they do it at the side, but we just cant help it, we will just watch them and dont pay attention to cg ismail. sometimes it's cute and funny. you carry me, i carry you and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually she's a very nice, friendly, concern and sweet lady. you just have to put in some afford to get to know her. i know she's very nice to Alpha wirawatis, giving them support and all, coz i've seen her doing it. she's so concern to the point that she forced 1 chinese wirawati to eat. 1st she watch her take the food, then watch her eat then watch her do the dishes. (this story comes from the mouth of the wirawati herself, i didnt make it up, i dont know if she made it up though, but i dont think so) some people think that she is bias, especially to the chinese. well, maybe partly true. i've heard that it's because she thinks they are not well integrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall i find her very nice, probably she just have to improve a bit on her PR and watch her mouth. she have the tendency to speak with a loud voice and sometimes a bit too sarcastic. either way, i still like her. probably because i can see a parallel line between her and cg chua ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once while i was taking my dishes,  cg irma and cg ziela were near by. then suddenly i heard cg irma asking cg ziela what's my name (it's not the first time, she always forgets my name). out of curiousity, i turned around and ask her why she asked for my name. then she say she wants to pinjam my phone *speechless* coz she wants to looks at my themes. how weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember that she and cg ziela were the 2 JLs that stayed up whole night doing our backdrop, that's one sacrifice they did for us. but i kindda feel unfair, probably coz in school, we are the ones doing the backdrop, the teachers are there to just facilitate us only. but here, they did everything for us.  for that reason, i think one of the sweetest moment with her was when i helped her, cg ziela and cg reena (yna) to do the backdrop for the closing ceremony. that's one memory i'll never forget, though it's such a simple memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, the million dollar memory :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3100859-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 640px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3100859-1.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;it was her idea to take such a pose. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mari kita angkat dia&lt;/span&gt;" that's what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-579335790101453756?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/579335790101453756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-irma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/579335790101453756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/579335790101453756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-service-cikgu-irma.html' title='National Service: Cikgu Irma'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_P3030635-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-5376772717867786683</id><published>2009-03-16T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:53:08.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, i cant believe i'm THAT old already! my birthday this year is much the same as the previous years, except that there's extraordinary lots of people wishing me this year. i was actually surprised that so many people suddenly remembered. out of the blue they know my phone number and sms to wish me! but now i know what's the story behind, but nevermind.. i'm glad they wished me! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another special thing about this year's birthday is that i get to 'celebrate' my belated birthday with some iscep members =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3150943-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3150938-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3150938-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jara even bought cheese cake ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3150945-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3150945-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake, without the dressing looks rather ridiculous!. that's jara's hand =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, i didnt stay up and wait for my birthday to come.. when i woke up, there's a Q of messages in my inbox already.&lt;br /&gt;the first to wish me was ruth grace!&lt;br /&gt;even JJ remembers my birthday (wow!)&lt;br /&gt;some even send me cute mms like lilian and debby..&lt;br /&gt;some even pointed out how OLD i am and that i'm an adult already, like ricky. for once he remembers my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;people from afar, like hazli, jessel, neville, fifieyana and marziney sms too&lt;br /&gt;even my NS friends like laura, izza, hee and susan also remembers!&lt;br /&gt;and my best friend, bel actually forgoten my birthday (walaweh, every year lupa! no wonder she buat duhh only in church..huahua) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;not forgeting kanivanan who wrote me a legal letter declaring that i've reached the age of majority.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3150944-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 258px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3150944-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;auntie norhanida's banana cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a list of people i wanna thank for wishing me a happy birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;ar curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; 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height: 525px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3140912.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;42. melinda fred&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;via YM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;52. 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;57. ralph thadius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;58. tara nicole&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;59. juliza jahimin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;60. geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3150943-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3150943-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of the ISCEP alumni n friends:&lt;br /&gt;geraldine, nicole, jara, me, juliza, jacinta, rendall, aunty norhanida, jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others&lt;br /&gt;61. sula kanageswary who gave me a present ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3140931-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3140931-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, smiling away with my birthday cake ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i miss anyone out? i hope not! but still, even if i miss you all out, thanks alot ya! it's the thoughts that counts ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln76"&gt;god bless you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you are wondering, my birthday cake is blueberry cheese =)&lt;br /&gt;but this year not from secret recipe la.. got tired of secret recipe already..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3140910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P3140910.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks nyummy kan? it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited :&lt;br /&gt;62.  mccarnessa&lt;br /&gt;63.  hansen kasil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-5376772717867786683?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5376772717867786683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-18th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5376772717867786683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5376772717867786683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-18th-birthday.html' title='My 18th Birthday'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_P3150938-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1852690752712461419</id><published>2009-03-12T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:11:15.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM: result finally out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up in the morning knowing that it's going to be the day. it was 6.05am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; late, well at least it's considered late since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been waking up at 5.45am or so for the past 2 and a half months. but 6.05am is still 'early' when you are at home, right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, finally i woke up at god-knows-when, shower, put 2 slices of bread into the toaster and made myself a cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nesvita&lt;/span&gt;, dry my hair and sat in front of the comp, doing nothing. well, i missed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; terribly what! and it turned out that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; went dead for the rest of the day,damn it (sorry!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: i edited the posting date, in case you are wondering..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, moving on... i finally get dressed up and was on the way to school at about 10.3am or so, feeling a bit anxious and dont know what to expect of my result. i was just hoping that at least i get 8A's. that's when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jubili&lt;/span&gt; called: &lt;em&gt;Yvonne? where the hell are you? can you like come now? fast? i mean like now? very fast? &lt;/em&gt;i was like monologuing &lt;em&gt;can you not swear at me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;anyway, his phone call sounds like good news. so finally reached the school and the first thing that came to mind was: &lt;em&gt;is this my school? or is it my camp?&lt;/em&gt; fact was both those places have the same fencing design! pinkish red concrete below plus green chain linked fencing. when i was in camp, i used to think that it looks like my school, now it's the other way round! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i entered the school compound, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kindda&lt;/span&gt; feel awkward. i can see lots of juniors, i mean &lt;em&gt;juniors&lt;/em&gt; as in form 1 students who looks innocent but i &lt;em&gt;doubt&lt;/em&gt; they are, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. so i just ignore them and move along, wondering where on earth are my classmates and friends. finally i saw them! but i didn't even actually get the chance to greet them. everyone was like busy trying to make us take photos and congratulating me for i-have-no-idea-why. i was like &lt;em&gt;teacher, where can i get my result?&lt;/em&gt; for like 3 times before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt; finally handed me my result. the photographing  continued, so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get the chance to look at my result. all i know was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;marie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; pulling me to her side and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt;! come here! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the so called glamour-for-no-reason session, i finally got my eyes on my result and went and look for my dad to show off my result ( i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; vain, but i can only show off to my family, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). well, i was grateful with my result, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be much happier getting 8 A1's and 3 A2's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, that was not my result la. my result wasn't as good as that, but it's good enough to make people around me happy. that's the whole point! a family friend was much more excited than my dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, after that we went to the principal room to be interviewed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a straight A student but i was there just because i have an extra A for taking up the subject i cursed during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; : principle of accounting. ironic huh? the interview was okay... but it came to a point where i was so glad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;marie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; was not around when the question was posted. the reporter was asking if we are in the same study group. frankly speaking, i never considered what my friends and i did as group study, so i said no. the smart ass boy (you all know who he is) looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shana&lt;/span&gt; and me and said: &lt;em&gt;no, just the two of us&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pointing&lt;/span&gt; at me and him* guess what the reporter asked? &lt;em&gt;are you couple? &lt;/em&gt;i was like &lt;em&gt;god, why does everyone have that idea? even an outsider who just met us for less than 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;? we didn't even do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ANYthing&lt;/span&gt; at all!!&lt;/em&gt; i could only say &lt;em&gt;NO!~&lt;/em&gt; thank god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ricky&lt;/span&gt; was still sane enough to explain: &lt;em&gt;no, just friends, best friends. &lt;/em&gt;*sigh* well, come to think of it now, i guess we can consider what we did as group study, since we do study and do our homework together a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, we went to the school hall. another embarrassing experience which i shall not share here in detail. just something cg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;maimon&lt;/span&gt; mentioned and asked about us. well, at least for ONCE she didn't go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ricky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;situ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;yvonne&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;terjun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; oh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;luckyly&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is one china sea away! otherwise it would be double suicide. so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;geramji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;! oh yeah, she even pointed out the obvious: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; darker now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite happy with my result, but it's not exactly satisfying, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;still i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;grateful. but there are certain things that happened which made me a bit unhappy, but i shall not talk about that here either. hmm.. but i'm proud of my school. 24 of us getting 7A's and above =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so what's my result like? this~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahasa Melayu - 1A &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahasa Inggeris - 1A GCE-O - 1A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pengetahuan Moral - 2A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sejarah - 1A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematics - 1A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Additional Mathematics - 3B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prinsip Perakaunan - 2A LCCI - 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics - 2A &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry - 2A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology - 1A &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English for Science and Technology - 1A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my results are rather ironic. i love physics, followed by chemistry. and i get 2A for both subjects. but i cant doubt that physics was way too hard. i hate bio, and EST (sheesh) and i get 1A for both subjects. ironic, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1852690752712461419?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1852690752712461419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-result-finally-out.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1852690752712461419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1852690752712461419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/03/spm-result-finally-out.html' title='SPM: result finally out!'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-3566838142433980184</id><published>2009-01-26T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:20:59.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><title type='text'>National Service: The Food and Diet Programme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on the first day, my first impression on the food was VERY bad. i almost cried (yeh, i know, exagerating again) thinking that i'll have to eat such food for the next 3 months. however the food improve from day to day during the 1st week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, the food was not that bad really. sometimes it's even really good. except that&lt;br /&gt;1. it's spicy. sometimes too spicy. and ironicly, the malay complain more than the chinese. i mean.. well, it's their everyday food, so they are supposed to be used to thay way of cooking right? one of my friends got upset stomach due to the spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;2. almost everyday the food is cooked with coconut milk aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;santan&lt;/span&gt;. no doubt it's nice. but too much coconut milk= not healthy. and if your food have the same taste all the time you get tired of the same taste. you get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;3. the vege is horrible. bless my soul and merlin's beard! i love and adore vege so much, and it's such a shame i cant take vege there!! i'm just not used to a few things like&lt;br /&gt;a) the long beans/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayur kacang&lt;/span&gt; is so tough coz it's half done. you may as well ask me to pluck the beans from my backyard and just eat them raw like that. even the selangorians complain. means that i'm not to be blame for being choosy!&lt;br /&gt;b) the sayur sawi is another bad case. it's so damn bitter that it will leave my mouth the moment it enters my mouth!  must be pesticides. and again, i'm not the only one complaining okay.&lt;br /&gt;c) we take bean sprout/ tauge very often. not that it's bad, but i dont really like tauge. nevermind the fact that i was brainwashed about tauge and have a bad impression on that vege! but like it or not, just force it down your throat or you dont get enough fibre and end up with constipation.&lt;br /&gt;d) the cabbage is always yellow. man.. whats with the kunyit? thank god it still taste good.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the vege are okay. normally i'll take more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kangkung&lt;/span&gt;, spinach/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bayam&lt;/span&gt; and ladies fingers/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacang lendir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. for the first few weeks, we take eggs almost everyday. the problem is that i cannot take too much eggs coz it will trigger my sinus.. sheesshh..&lt;br /&gt;5. somtimes the rice is too tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, we have syrup for all the 3 main meals and the chicken and fish taste good most of the time. so i'm happy with that =) plus we have fruits!! i love fruits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this continued on until one day when they just strike the syrup out of our menu and replaced it with warm water/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; air suam&lt;/span&gt;. obviously the trainees were not happy with that. the reason they gave us was because too many people coughing and that it's the JLKN-kesihatan diet programme for us. so since then, we never had ANY cold drink(accept if you get from the lousy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koperasi&lt;/span&gt;). and our food consumption is also being observed. no extra rice or dishes. even the size of the fish and chicken shrink. not that i mind, since i dont really eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of this funny diet programme, the trainees wrote funny remarks in the diet feedback book. such as...&lt;br /&gt;1) air suam terlalu panas&lt;br /&gt;2) kami mahu menu 2008 (no idea what's this)&lt;br /&gt;3) kami mahu sirap!&lt;br /&gt;4) boleh sediakan ais?&lt;br /&gt;5) air suam terlalu tawar (funniest)&lt;br /&gt;6) nak awek yang lebih cantik (to serve them. sheesh)&lt;br /&gt;and many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can i say? first they feed us like a boar then they make us go on diet. but hye, at least we have 6 meals a day!&lt;br /&gt;0800 breakfast&lt;br /&gt;1030 break&lt;br /&gt;1230 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1630 tea break&lt;br /&gt;1830 dinner&lt;br /&gt;2230 minum malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how is it in the other camps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-3566838142433980184?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3566838142433980184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service-food-and-diet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3566838142433980184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3566838142433980184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service-food-and-diet.html' title='National Service: The Food and Diet Programme'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-9023937766987893859</id><published>2009-01-26T14:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:27:26.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><title type='text'>National Service: The Facilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now let's talk about the facilities in Kem Millennium, Beranang, Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start with the dormitories&lt;br /&gt;in my camp, there 8 dorms for guys and 8 dorms for girls. dorm A, B, C, D, E, F, G and H. each dorm i supposed can cater shelter for about 25+ people i guess? i'm lucky enough to be in dorm F, it's not that far away. we are provided with locker (so small), bed, mattress, 2 pillows, bedsheet, pillow case and blanket. of cause they provide us with broom and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuntau&lt;/span&gt; as well. however, my camp operator doesnt provide iron for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wirawatis&lt;/span&gt;. the pro: dont need to find time to iron your class uniform. con: it's so embarassing to go out with such scruffy clothes! especially when you go to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each dorm have 4 doors, but we are only using 1 main door, because there was a break in case at the end of 2nd week. so we put all the empty bed and lockers against the 3 unused doors. the dorm is very hot in the afternoon, so most of us nap on the floor at noon. the windows are fine, with netting, so no mosquitoes problems (for us girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each dorm have their own washroom and toilet. you can either shower or mandi with the air kolah. obviously i chose to shower, lol. we have to clean the kolah once in every 3 weeks. on top of that, we have cleaners, which does not fit any purpose from my point of view, coz i dont see much difference in the hygiene of the washroom or toilet. we have 3 'washing panel' with 6 water pipes for us to do our laundry. overall, the washroom is okay. except that dorm F have the lousiest washroom coz the tiles are full of cement.  the water is clean enough, so we dont have skin problems. the only thing i hate about the washroom is the fact that there's always no water at the sink and washing panel. thank god there's water at the toilet and shower room, otherwise i dont know la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w407.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/NS%20camp/9677c1c3.pbw" width="420" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/NS%20camp/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9677c1c3.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the dining hall. we are seperated at the dining hall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wira, wirawati&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ketua&lt;/span&gt; have different places to sit. each week the company-on-duty will have to clean up the dining hall after each meal. the thing we hate about the dining hall is the fact that&lt;br /&gt;1. the running water is too slow. it takes ages for us to do our dishes.&lt;br /&gt;2. always not enough washing detergent!! very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geram&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;3. not enough cup! initially we had more than enough cups, but as time goes by, the cup just evaporated into thin air. i suspect its because too many people broke the cups and the camp operator doesnt bother to replace those cups! so,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; siapa cepat, dia dapat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we have the most lousiest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koperasi!&lt;/span&gt; of all the facilities in the camp, this is the worst! just a small pail cost me RM8. i bet i can get that for RM 4 or RM 5 in sabah! bloodsuckers! but i had no choice, so i just buy la and complain. haha. even the pen there cost RM1.50 (i heard). to tell you the truth, i dont know, because i hate to go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koperasi&lt;/span&gt;. why? cause..&lt;br /&gt;1. too expensive&lt;br /&gt;2. only 1 person running the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koperasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the person doesnt know how to count (one day i gave him RM 10, he returned me RM 13 =.=)&lt;br /&gt;4. the place is always packed with people, although the things are expensive!&lt;br /&gt;5. the person is soooooo slow. he gives you all the things you want + plastic, and when you want to pay, he wont entertain you. sheesssssshhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, we have dobi from outside. the dobi service is okay. except that there's one time when our clothes came back very dirty. but i'll give a 7.5/10 for the dobi la. if they continue giving us clean clothes back it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also have a camp clinic aka RSAT (rumah sakit angkatan tentera). but i hate to go to that place as much as i hate to go to  any clinic. plus i've always hate to go and see the doctor. it seems that the med they give us are qute strong. i thought i was the only one facing that prob, but others complain too. we become dizzy after consuming the med. the doc even overdose me with cough syrup and flue med until i had to stay in the RSAT. sheesh. but we try to avoid from going to that place, we dont want to  end up getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tangguh!&lt;/span&gt; so when i get headache, stomachache and cough, i just shut up and pretend nothing happen. at least at home you can go to the pharmacy. sheeshh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other facilities includes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lombong&lt;/span&gt;- where we do our water sports-, tower for flying fox and the rest of the facilities i havent seen yet, coz its out of camp. we also have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padang kawad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gelanggang bola jaring, futsal, sepak takraw, bola tampar&lt;/span&gt; and ping pong table for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aktiviti riadah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;overall, i think the facilities are okay, just need to coverup the loop holes. maybe i'll give them 6.5/10 now. i hope it will go up to 8/10 by the time i leave the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-9023937766987893859?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9023937766987893859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service-facilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9023937766987893859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9023937766987893859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service-facilities.html' title='National Service: The Facilities'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1706284400943605628</id><published>2009-01-26T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:06:29.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><title type='text'>National Service: The First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to be honest, there's so much to write. i cant make up my mind where to start. so i've decided to start with the first day simply because it is the FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day arriving at the camp at about 5pm or so, i was kinda tired and we had to walk for what seems like a thousand miles. we were brought to the bilik kuliah 1 (PK1 to register and PK2 to check our belongings) the registration was fine, and the 1st person to register in my mind was Cg Nagadevi. why? coz she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima kasih wirawati!&lt;/span&gt; she had loud voice and was the only one bother to have some manners. lol! that was what i think back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to PK2 to check our belongings, my hair dryer was confisticated! how dare you!!! not that i care, just that i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die la, no hair dryer, sure headache!&lt;/span&gt; anyway, the jurulatih(JL) were nice enough to make me feel comfortable. they even joke around, though i cant remember what was their joke. in fact, at that point of time, i didnt even know they were the JLs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i was like a lost sheep, looking for my dorm, i had no idea where on earth is it, so i just walk until one of the JL shouted from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JL   :wirawati! dorm mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me : dorm F.&lt;br /&gt;JL   : tau tak dorm kamu di mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me : tak.&lt;br /&gt;JL   : ok ikut saya. pergi makan dulu di dewan makan baru pergi dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;well, at least i was heading the right direction! so i just dumped my luggage with the other luggage, get my metal plate -the kind that they use in the prison- and headed for the food. while taking the food,  i asked for cutleries, and i was told to eat with my hand. i thought they were joking! seriously!! for the next few days we had to eat with our hand because the camp operator didnt provide us with cutlery. however, for the past one month i havent use the cutlery for more than 10 times, coz i'm too lazy to walk back to my dorm to take the cutleries. since we've been 'trained' to eat with our hand for the first few days, we just go on doing that. until the JL ask us (my chinese friends and i) why are we using our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethel and i were looking for a place to sit when suddenly one of the JL shouted (well, called with a loud voice) at us. well, i THINK it was US la. so we went and sat next to the JL and at the opposite direction, there was a ROW of chinese girls, all smiling, i cant help it but laughed! cause i thought they were doing some kind of toothpaste advertisement. Then, my chinese pop out of my mouth and it sounded horrible coz i havent been speaking in chinese for a long time. hehe *innocent* so we sat down, eat and chingchong. the JL was very friendly, and her name is Cg Ziela (we call the JLs 'cikgu').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, at the same time, i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god, this food is... omg, how am i to eat this kind of food for the next 3 months? im gonna loose weight la if like this.&lt;/span&gt; seriously, the food on the 1st day was intolerable, but like it or not, you just have to push it down your throat. it's called survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, i went to the dorm. the chinese girls were nice enough to help me with my luggage :) my dorm is on the hill, so there's staircase. then i had my shower, scary also la 1st day showering at a new and weird environment. after that we went from dorm to dorm, because cg ziela made a deal with us. she say she will denda us if we dont visit all the other dorms. cheahh!!&lt;br /&gt;my dormates were nice, but it took me like 5 days to remember all of their names. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dont remember what happened for the rest of the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1706284400943605628?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1706284400943605628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service-first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1706284400943605628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back for cny, probably on the 23rd, so in the mean time, my blog will be hibernating. do leave a note if you drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-3018564483774729085?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/3018564483774729085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-sabah-hello-kem-mellennium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3018564483774729085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/3018564483774729085'/><link 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type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's 2.13 am. i cant sleep. i dont want to sleep. today will be the last night i'll be using the net up this late, before the torture(ahem) begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be leaving for PLKN/NS tomorrow, 27th dec. i dont know when will i be back for CNY. anyway, today (as in 25 dec, since i havent go to bed yet), i had lots of mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz went for dinner at le meredian. so full! buffet ma! and of coz, it's christmas!!! and someone messaged me =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz my new found friend not going to NS, coz she has asthma. and also, i miss my school friends so damn hell much!&lt;br /&gt;coz gonna be in NS for 3 months, dont worry, i'll be back for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c)LONGING&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MISSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss korea so damn much! really! i was going through mcarnessa and nigel's photo in friendster, their trip to korea, and it brought back all the memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aish, i ran out of idea what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS KOREA!!!&lt;br /&gt;(it has nothing to do with koreanization okay! i just miss the memories and experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-9003266799988068330?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9003266799988068330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='7 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term='bored'/><title type='text'>friend sick</title><content type='html'>normally, people would be home sick, or in some cases, love sick. but in my case, i'm friend sick (the term comes from bel, i dont know if that term even exist, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i really missed my friends. if there is one reason for me to miss school, then the reason is because i miss my friends so damn much. everyday, i would wonder what are my friends doing? especially my 3 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one who talks to me a lil bit more often now is bel. that's because i'm so annoying, whenever i feel lonely i'll msg her. hahaha!! but then, she's using celcom! so expensive for me to text her. so the alternative would be to comment her in friendster. and it's the best when she comes online. yahooo!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vie? i think she's busy with her driving lessons, so i dont dare to disturb her.. but i still do keep in touch with her though =) messaging her is the best idea, coz it's cheapest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kie is lost in space. i have no idea where on earth he is or how on earth is he doing. he didnt replied any of my messages nor email. in fact, i tried messeaging him yesterday, and the message was not even delivered. *sigh* so sad.. and worst, he owe me something! grrrhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are few people who keeps me company though.. like lawson, jason, hansen (wah! it rhymes!), raymond, steven (still rhymes!),jj and right now, jubili!!  eh, all guy friends. lol. life would be sooo boring without them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was so bored today, so i clean my room again, coz i was looking for my SUDOKU book. so sad, i cant find it!. then i rearrange a big bag of korean junk i have, and there's a few booklet in there. so i took it out, and found moreee...  guess what is it about? it's some project/essay/letter/journal ricky and i used to do/ write. so i spent some time re-reading all of them. so funny, and some embarrassing. but it bring back all the memories! *sigh* some dated back from last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. i miss my friends! friend sick :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2025833926620670089?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2025833926620670089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/friend-sick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2025833926620670089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2025833926620670089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/friend-sick.html' title='friend sick'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1129166965463554027</id><published>2008-12-19T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:15:17.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Do I Really Look Chinese and The Day I Went To The BankS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've intended to write about this for a few days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO I REALLY LOOK CHINESE???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as you may have known, i went for medical check up on last tuesday. in the process i met a few people and 75% of the chinese spoke to me in chinese. in case 3, i dont even know if she is even a chinese, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 1:&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the &lt;i&gt; bahagian pentadbiran&lt;/i&gt;, waiting for the counter to open at 2pm. there's a chinese girl and her mother sitting next to me. they came with another sister and brother who was sitting somewhere else. obviously they ching-chong in chinese, so i decided to just ignore them. out of boredom, i look at the mother, who was sitting 2 chairs away. and she started talking to me in &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;. asking me if i'm selected for PLKN, which camp, from which school etc etc etc. so i just talk to her la. by the way, her son was the ONLY guy selected for PLKN in his class. how lucky or shall i say "lucky" eh?  oh yeah, i thought my school aka st michael school is very famous, listed in MBOR some more (i'm trying to brag here), the lady AND her daughter doesn't know where on earth is st michael school la.. such pity! living in their own world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 2:&lt;br /&gt;sitting near &lt;i&gt;makmal&lt;/i&gt; 21 and 22. waiting for urine test result and supposed to have x-ray after that. so as i said before, the &lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt; lady didnt tell me that i'm supposed to put the x-ray form  in the tray at the opposite counter. so i just sat there, not knowing what to do. well, honestly i didnt know im supposed to have my x-ray and get my urine test result.. so i just blur2 la waiting to be called or something. then there's this chinese girl, who was applying to enter politeknik, who sat next to me. she was as lost as i was. then she opened her mouth and asked me in &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;, are we supposed to go and register now or what? (we, or at least &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was told to register at the main counter after going to &lt;i&gt;makmal&lt;/i&gt; 21 and 22) so i told her i'm not sure. then she look at my x-ray form and told me to place it in the tray. thank god she exist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 3:&lt;br /&gt;outside &lt;i&gt;bilik&lt;/i&gt; 17. i finally finished my medical check up after the blood test and got my forms signed by the very nice doctor named roy martin (his name is interesting,lol). so i went out of the room, holding all the documents, letters, x-ray film and a cotton soak with antiseptic (i think) plus a &lt;i&gt;damn-it&lt;/i&gt; face because everything was "falling out" of my hand and my finger has just been poke for the blood test.&lt;br /&gt;*note: i'm afraid of blood and i wasn't that happy with the fact that my finger has just been purposely cutted/poked or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;then this dark skin lady who doesn't look anything like chinese, who was sitting RIGHT INFRONT of &lt;i&gt;bilik&lt;/i&gt; 17, and who cant seem too see that i was helpless, opened her mouth and asked me in &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;: ni de camp shi bu shi ye shi zai selangor? miss, is your camp in selangor too? i was actually suprised, i almost dropped everything! woah, do i really look that chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i tell you, for ONCE i'm so glad and thankful to my parents for sending me to chinese school. i dont think i can bear the shame of unable to understand or speak chinese. how embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that night, i asked a few friends the same question: &lt;u&gt;do i really look like &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and well, i guess so..  one of them told me this:&lt;br /&gt;you look like &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;, you speak &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;, you have &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; eyes (yeah right, one big one small typical chinese eyes eh? hye you! if you are chinese, one of your eyes is smaller than the other and yes, it is obvious!!), you speak like &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; which means i speak fast, you have &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; slang (wow really?!?! well, okay, i DO have chinese slang when i feel like using it.. but i dont use my chinese slang in everyday, real life conversation! someone please agree with me!!! right, right, right??? AND!! how do they know i am chinese if i havent spoke to them before? right?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case 4:&lt;br /&gt;so today i went to Agro Bank to open an account for PLKN, and i met this chinese lady with her son there. and she, too, asked me where is my camp in *sigh* &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;. do i really look THAT &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt;??? i dont see the &lt;b&gt;chinese&lt;/b&gt; in me! hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and then i asked my dad the same question today.&lt;br /&gt;he say it's the way i dress. he say the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumi &lt;/span&gt;dress differently. well yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; dress &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt;, i dress normally okay! i dont dress like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; with all the mini skirts and oh-i'm-so-chinese trying to poseur some hong kong star with those hanajuku dress and multiple layers and all!! huhu!! i dont dress like chinese!! *cry like doraemon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, yeah. i'm 75% chinese. but i cant see the chinese on my face!! *sigh* i'm not anti chinese okay. i AM proud of who i am. chinese and kadazan,  i'm proud being both. no question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;PART II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i went to the bank&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to Agro Bank and Maybank to open two accounts for two different purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont elaborate more about agro bank as i've written about agro bank in part I. but what i wanted to share are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt; the good part: the security uncle there was very nice and helpful. he helped me to go get the proper forms, lend me a pen and guide me through the form =) malaysia will be a much better place if everyone is as nice and helpful as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt; and the bad part: the staff in charge of keying in new account application only came in at about 2.20pm. when she came in, there was quite a long queue already. *sigh* well, i'm in a good mood today, so i wont say: such an irresponsible lady! waste so many people's time! instead i will say: hmmm.. maybe she had an emergency and the bank is under staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Agro bank, i headed for maybank, where i heard the most ridiculous line in banking business. i wanted to open an account, but the desk girl *poof*, so i had to wait before a guy came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof= disappeared to god knows where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: can i have a form of new application ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: for saving account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--guy *poofs*. waited. desk lady came back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: urm, excuse me, can i have a form for new saving account application?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--lady *poofs*. guy came back after few minutes. gives form to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: student or working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUy: which school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: i was in st michael, but currently waiting for my SPM results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: to open an account in maybank, you have to be either a student or working. so now, you are not categorized as either student or working. how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: oh. 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: you have to come with your parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: do you need his IC or just the person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: just the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: okay, i'll call him to come over. (dad was at opposite mamak shop drinking teh tarik and reading NST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--lady joins guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: do you have you original birth cert with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: urm no.... (inner monolog: why on earth do you need my birthcert?) can't i just use my IC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: no, IC is not enough, we need your birthcert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (inner monologue: do i look liek PTI or waht?) so, that means i cant open an account today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: how about your student card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: i dont have a student card. my school doesnt have student card. st michael doesnt USE student card. (i was getting irritated, but they were talking to me nicely, so i talk back nicely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Guy and girl looks at each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: surat lepas sekolah? oh ya, belum ada tue kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: no, dont have surat lepas sekolah yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: err.. macam mana nie ah? borang yang duduk exam tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: you mean the one that states all the subject you take and all? (forgoten the term slip SPM/ kenyataan peperiksaan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: Yang mau bawa masuk setiap kali exam tu.. kamu tiada sudah ka tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: kau masih ada ka? atau sudah buang? (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: yang untuk SPM tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: ah itu pun boleh la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--guy walks to another desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady:(look at guy) kau sudah scan ka IC dia ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--i walk over to scan IC and finger print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: so you are going to work after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: no, i'm leaving for NS in a few days. in about one week time. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: selangor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: oh. syok la tue kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: haha, ya. jalan-jalan tingu tempat (cant think what to reply)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: oh, so the next time i see you, you will be hitam-hitam la this kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: (right!! you have the guts to joke around? lol) haha. yeah.. are you open tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guy: hmm.. nooo.. (makes too-bad voice) you can come back on monday. come around 9, 9.15 like that la.. less people. if around this time, memang banyak orang tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--finish scanning and print out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: oh okay, i'll come back when i'm free la =) thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheessh.!! thank god i'm in a good mood. but what i find ridiculous was.. why do you need, BIRTHCERT when you have IC? some more verified with finger print again.. and student card? and parent (yeah, underage. lame).. but thank god they treat me nicely la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1129166965463554027?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1129166965463554027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-really-look-chinese-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1129166965463554027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1129166965463554027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-really-look-chinese-and.html' title='Do I Really Look Chinese and The Day I Went To The BankS'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-9164592242807631870</id><published>2008-12-17T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:52:41.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><title type='text'>Medical Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yesterday afternoon, i spent 2 1/2 hours going through medical check up at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; klinik kesihatan luyang &lt;/span&gt;forNS.  i was there like since 1+ pm, but the counter only opened at 2pm. anyway, the process was okay. since i'm a first timer, i dont know what to expect, i was blur2 in my own world the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with the lady asking me to photostat the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surat makluman&lt;/span&gt;. sheesh, but i get free photostat at my dad's friends place, lol. then i had my eye sight test (which sucks) coz i'm wearing specs and my vision was L6/12  R6/9. common, if you are wearing specs, it's supposed to be 6/6! the guy (i dont think he is a doctor, maybe just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pegawai perubatan&lt;/span&gt; or something) even joke around about that. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took my height and weight. i'm still the old yvonne, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38 kg&lt;/span&gt;. god! i've been 38 kg for 5 years now!!! *sigh*.. my height? gosh someone please save me!! i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;shrinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;149cm&lt;/span&gt;. how could that be!?!! i was 151.5cm!!! for a moment i thought i wanted to cry!! the guy calculated my BMI, and its a weightless 17!  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;betul2 underweight kau nie.. makan banyak sikit ba!&lt;/span&gt;" was the man's remark =.=' that didnt help to make me feel any better okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, another eyesight test, and of cause i passed because i am not colour blind okay. and blood pressure. another horror! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90/50!!&lt;/span&gt; man, why on earth is my bp so super low? for those of you who doesnt know this, the normal bp is 120/80. i must eat more SALT!! neah, i'm not gonna do that. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor was kind enough to tell me where to go next, so i went down and had my urine test and x-ray. i kindda lost my way for a moment coz i can find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik 21 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik 22&lt;/span&gt;. but the stupid lady in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bilik 21&lt;/span&gt;(urine test) didnt tell me that i'm supposed to place the x-ray form in the tray! thank god there's a nice lady who is doing her check up too who told me to put it there. x ray was.. i didn't know what to expect, all i know is that later i was a bit dizzy, bet lots of cell was dead. good la, so can reproduce new cells =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting the urine test and x-ray results, i went and register at the counter and was sent for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilik 17&lt;/span&gt;. my number is 1504, and when i arrived there it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONLY &lt;/span&gt;1411. man, torture have to wait so long, i think about 1 hour. thank god there's this guy from lok yuk, also going for plkn and his father was there to keep me company. his father did most of the talking and save me from the agony of boredom. and he keep on calculating how many days is our training. hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally my check up is over. and i get all my forms signed and all. then i realise that i didn't go through blood test! so i had to request, sheesh. the lady who did my blood test was so not professional and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so kasar.. apa la?!!&lt;/span&gt; but whatever la, at least i get my blood test done and know my blood group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that, took me 2 1/2 hours. not so bad la.. i guess it was quite fast and i'm happy. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pics, i dont go around the klinik taking pics okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-9164592242807631870?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9164592242807631870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/medical-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9164592242807631870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9164592242807631870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/medical-check-up.html' title='Medical Check Up'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-1272449720063569500</id><published>2008-12-15T18:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:28:27.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><title type='text'>ranting about PLKN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm halfway reading through obnoxious 5xmom, but i stopped. because i know if i dont, i will keep on reading and reading and reading and i'll forget all about my intention of nagging, ranting and posting about what i wanted to nag, rant and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i accompanied my sister to town, shopping for material, again. and i got myself a pair of POWER jogging shoes. i dont opt for nike or adidas and all. power aint bad what. besides, i dont have the patients to take goooood care of my shoes, so better go for the cheaper but still comfortable ones. actually i wanted a walking shoes, but.. oh well never mind. on the way home, my dad told me that my PLKN/NS letters are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; here. gosh!!.. my friend got hers like exactly 2 weeks ago!! never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn001-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my PLKN letters are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after trashing everything in the room, i opened the registered mail (not with a letter opener though, i dont own or need one). and voila! the envelope literally vomited everything from its stomach. and guess what's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn002-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;surat pemberitahuan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/ notification letter, &lt;/span&gt;borang pendaftaran peserta&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/registration form, &lt;/span&gt;buku panduan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/manual and insurans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn005-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very nice bus ticket&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably flying the army craft, cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there's like at least 11 letter/ forms + 1 manual. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/span&gt;.  so i pick up the most important letter,  the surat makluman or whatever you call it while my sister also busy body with the rest of the content of the envelop. the only interesting part of the letter is a bus ticket. rights. then i quickly go through the rest of the letters/ forms, and there's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; ( i think it's 3) medical forms. like why on earth do we need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; medical forms to prove that we are healthy or not? sheesh. well, never mind. i think i should go through them one more time to see the rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn004-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 303px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn004-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my three medical forms including the &lt;/span&gt;tatacara pengedalian pemeriksaan perubatan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stuff (read below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, what irritates and made me laugh were some ridiculous medical questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;BAHAGIAN 2&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah anda menghadapi penyakit-penyakit berikut?&lt;br /&gt;loosely translated as:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been diagnosed by the following sickness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. dizziness, blacked out or fanting (&lt;/span&gt;who never get dizziness oh? well, in malay its written as masalah pening, so you never pening ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. gastritis/abdominal pain. &lt;/span&gt;i bet every 17 year old had this at least once la k.. who never get stomach ache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. angin pasang (hernia). &lt;/span&gt;okay i dont know what is this, but angin pasang is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deformities-physical/senses.&lt;/span&gt; oh shit. i do! i have very weird senses one! i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant &lt;/span&gt;smell people farting (if i can means that it must stinks a lot!) but i can smell/sense smoke from far-far away if some one do burn something or smoke. and i hate it! pollute my lungs and give me sore lungs&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;24. cigarette smoking,&lt;br /&gt;25. alcohol consumption. &lt;/span&gt;i never knew that cigarette smoking and alcohol consumption are penyakit/ sickness!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sheesh!. &lt;/span&gt;but yeah, i'm a sabahan, i have kadazan blood running in me, and i'm no muslim. so of cause i consume alcohol. it's culture and tradition la!&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pernahkah anda pengambil dadah (substance used)&lt;/span&gt;. as far as i'm concern, medicine = drugs = dadah. hye, what's substance used ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTUK WANITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31. date of last menstruation&lt;/span&gt;. sheesh. i dont know. i dont keep track one! i know roughly when la, but i dont know the exact date. need exact date or no ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32. pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. aiya, if pregnant, no need go medical check up also know cannot go PLKN loh ah moi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. sekiranya anda menjawab ADA atau TIDAK PASTI pada mana-mana jawapan bahagian 1 dan 2 di atas, and dikehendaki menjalani pemeriksaan perubatan di klinik kesiihatan kerajaan yang berhampiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means that... if you ever have dizziness/ headache/ migraine/ gastik/ abdominal pain aka sakit perut (all this are listed in the form), then you have to get medical check up. in short, everyone gets free medical check up! yay!! coz everyone must have experienced one of the above. right??????&lt;/blockquote&gt;wahahaha.. i dont want to write anymore.. otherwise i'll be stretching my post. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh you know! they even have garis panduan tatacara pengendalian pemerikasaan perubatan peserta PLKN oleh pegawai perubatan dan pakar perubatan&lt;/span&gt;! why do we need that ah? oh! maybe its for the people in the klinik desa hor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they are sweet enough to give us a check list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn003-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;checklist and some forms for my parents to sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but i dont understand why s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emua dokumen di atas perlu dibawa bersama semasa melapor diri&lt;/span&gt;. i mean, why do we need to bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.borang menangguhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. borang permohonan pengecualian (&lt;/span&gt;okay la, maybe for those yg wanna tangguh or dikecualiakan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. garis panduan tatacara pengendalian pemerikasaan perubatan peserta PLKN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;0. spesifikasi perkhidmatan perlindungan insuran bagi pelatih PLKN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plkn006-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/plkn006-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;borang penangguhan and borang pengecualian, which i dont need &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but it's interesting. lol. i'm not trying to find their mistake. i just wanna share my JOY. i mean... i'm laughing at it, you might laugh too? either that, or you'll go like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OI AMOI YOU THINK YOU SO PERFECT AND KNOW EVERYTHING AH?? GO DIE LAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ah moi aint that bad! *smiles innocently*la la la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-1272449720063569500?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/1272449720063569500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-about-plkn.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1272449720063569500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/1272449720063569500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-about-plkn.html' title='ranting about PLKN'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_plkn001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-3939980359790278439</id><published>2008-12-12T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:27:12.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piggy devil'/><title type='text'>Piggy Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;today, i wanted to write about ms chua. so i asked lawson to give some input. we ended up arguing about her. and talked about english, because he mispelled one word and completely change the meaning of one sentence. it's a long story, but he is right, it is amazing how one word can change the whole topic. so you see, one word misspelled can lead to miscommunication. i think i should try and improve on my typo-ness. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, lawson made me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pig1copy-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/pig1copy-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i hate it so much, but i think it's a good material for my blog. are you laughing at it? or are you like... OH MY GOSH?!! i tell you this, the piggy devil i have in mind, is nothing like what he did. my piggy devil is so much adorable! serious! wanna know what's the story behind piggy devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back in form three, i decided to take bible knowledge as an extra subject for SPM. however, i dropped it later coz (1) everyone elses dropped it. (2) the classes is during the holidays, which means i'm busy (i'm active ba,camping and all). so anyway, during one of our classes, we learnt about the pig being possessed by the devil. and somehow, i tried and imagine how does a pig and devil looks like.. and the result : piggy devil! let me show you the ORIGINAL photo of piggy devil, i'm not sure who drew it, but i dont think it's me. and i'll show you the new version/my version =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture029-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/Picture029-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the 1st and original piggy devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=piggydevil3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 146px; height: 205px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/piggydevil3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sexy piggy devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=piggydevil4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 109px; height: 134px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/piggydevil4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the cute piggy devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which one do you like the best? 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not thursday ka? and he said: tomorrow is thursday la! gosh. i really lost track of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i woke up "early" coz ms chua texted me, for the whole day. haha! after replying her message, i went back to sleep and woke up at 10, shower, lunch and headed to Lido to photostate my statement of financial report. and voila! for the first time, i came in early for the meeting. 15 mins earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was yet one of the boring meetings. heh. initially it wasnt that boring, but when it started to get out of topic, and i itched to replied those pending sms, i got bored. ISCEP have a lot of pending activities, which i wont be able to join, thanks to PLKN/NS. some of the activities are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;theater (january)&lt;br /&gt;dancing workshop (february)&lt;br /&gt;anual party/gathering (dunno when)&lt;br /&gt;instrumental fussion (dunno when either)&lt;br /&gt;book publishing (due may)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, overall these few days has been boring. still the same old rutine : sleep, eat, talk, shower, housework, movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who shall i write about next? i'm thinking of ms chua. hehehe. today i learnt a new proverb from her: "out of sight, out of mind" meaning if you dont see, you will forget (that's what she told me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2746836916629999684?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2746836916629999684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/lately-no-mood-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2746836916629999684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2746836916629999684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/lately-no-mood-to-blog.html' title='lately, no mood to blog.'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-605208035366424443</id><published>2008-12-08T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:04:45.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><title type='text'>Teachers Featuring Mdm Judith Donsia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mdm judith donsia, probably mdm jen's best friend. she teaches us Biology back in form 4 and the 1st half of form 5 (before me collin took over). she is probably the teacher who could reach out to the students most easily.that's because she doesnt treat us as her students, but as her friend. but of cause there's a limit. so it's not a suprise that we love her her very much. because the bonding is rather different and strong. we enjoyed her class very much, and she has another best friend in the lab: the skeleton man =) she's the type who would teach biology, get out of the topic for a while (but still related to biology), and get back to the topic. so, her class is very interesting. well, i personally think that she is our best biology teacher (compare to mr collin who stress us out a lot and mdm crispina who talks too much, especially about herself) and most of all, she is willing to listen to her students.  and being the amanahs, she always ask for our opinion, especially when it comes to co-curicular activities aka kokum. why? because she was our senior assistant for co-curicular activities. on top of that, she's very sweet and kind to me, always let me use her PC to do my kebajikan stuff. so nice working with her =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she told us she was transfering, we were like "NO!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"before i leave, i will finish this topic with you first." that's what she said. well, at least she didnt transfer because she hates St Michael or something. we know that she LOVES st michael. she's been teaching here since the very 1st day she became a teacher until the day she became the senior asst. the reason she transferred was because of her kenaikan pangkat aka promotion, so  what can we say? the 5 amanahs and dedikasis even made a slide show presentation for her on her last day of school. thanks to lyna, talie, niky and the gang. she was so touched and shock that she forgoten all about her good bye speech that she's been reversing (is that the word?) for  god-knows how many time. she was sobbing during her speech, and it kindda didn't make much sense. haha! thanks to the slide presentation! and the saddest part was the sending off, even i cried. (there are things that we share, thats why..hehe) and sheesh, i never cry when sending teachers off. it's not like the went to heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough about the sad part. well, there's one thing that i used to not understand, but now i understand already la.. people always say that she is raymond's mother. if you observe close enough, it's true! funny isnt it? but that doesnt mean that she loves him more! she's a super caring teacher, and a very motivative one too. on the day we sat for our biology paper during SPM, she even came all the way to school just to see use and give us support. her very presence, does motivate us (well, i have friends that says that, and i agree). see? that prove how much of a caring and dedicated teacher she was and still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, she's one of the observant teacher. she observes people and her students. sometimes it's scary to know the fact that people is watching you, dont you think so? her teaching technique is simple, sometimes she makes us read from the text book but most of the tie she will sum up everything and yada2 to us. if you pay enough attention, you will know the necessary information. but if you need to know more, of cause you have to open the book the read then. normally her class is held in class, but if she needs the projector or when she wants us to carry out some lab work, we would go to the lab. she always tell us stories and sharing, that's why we always get out of topic. oh yeah, she loves her family very much, it shows!hehe. if i'm not mistaken, she is a botanist, or is it mdm jen? i thnk i'm starting to mix up my facts (please correct me if i'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to administrating, she's not the sweet her, seriously. and it's bad when she's angry. she will shout (but she can never beat chua,maimon and hasalinda!). well, i cant blame her for shouting to some people who make a fool of themselves! and doing stupid things like ponteng kokum. kokum aint that bad if you put your heart into it. i mean common, if you dont put your heart into studies, then put it into kokum then. otherwise you have nothing to talk about high school 10-20 years from now! BORING!! besides if you dont put your heart into these two things while in high school, then where should you put your heart into? cyber games? if you are making money then go ahead, other wise store it safely in your body (yeah, whatever. anyone get my sacarsm?) you see, when she's angry its because she cares. generally she would make this dont-mess-with-me tone during assembly. but in class, she's as sweet as honey. right people? agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nut shell, she's nice, caring, dedicated and sweet. not funny though. i'm not saying she doesnt have sense of humour okay, it's just that she doesnt make jokes, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-605208035366424443?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/605208035366424443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mdm-judith-donsia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/605208035366424443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/605208035366424443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mdm-judith-donsia.html' title='Teachers Featuring Mdm Judith Donsia'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-7960561551966906870</id><published>2008-12-08T02:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:30:48.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>1 Borneo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's like 2.16 am in the morning. yet i'm so tempted to blog about 1 borneo. i've been to 1 borneo 3 times this week and i didn't get a single peace of cloth. the horror! what kindda girl am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, straight after my last SPM paper (the tiu account, hehe) i went to 1B. on thursday, went there again with my best friend and her gang while my mom worry sick (mummy child ma,hehe) this is what we did, watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRELOA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twilight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 445px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/twilight.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, girls would probably drool over edward, but you can count me out =) and sempat take pic summore.. and eat waffles (peanut + choc and blue+strawberry jem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a nice purple bad for my phone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01947-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01947-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old one for my camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01948-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 526px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01948-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on sunday, went there again for... guess what? grocery shopping. *roll eyes*. that was the main purpose la.. but we ended up having dinner at xiao er bak kut teh (like that ka the spelling that?) and shopping RM 5 stuff at Daiso. i wont tell you what i get there for someone, manatau he reads my blog, die loh! but i almost go crazy coz al the things there nice2 wor... and so cheapppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02001-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02001-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they even sell angel's wing! but too small for me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;at the end of it, we didnt do grocery shopping, we just enjoy the christmas atmosphere in 1B. i love it. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 524px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02003-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE chrismas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here's some pic i took. sorry quality aint that good. that's the best i can take with my 2.o mp SE w660i. in fact 90% of the pics here are taken with my phone. coz i'm too lazy to take my camera, charge the battery and worse, i dont like the fact that it takes all the space in my hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC02002-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 524px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC02002-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01988-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 524px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01988-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice castle. can you spot the angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my mum asked me a funny question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01991-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01991-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why is santa wearing baju kurung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get the joke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, i'd better be off to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry again for the chinese slang.. blame auntie lilian horrr =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-7960561551966906870?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/7960561551966906870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-like-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7960561551966906870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/7960561551966906870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-like-2.html' title='1 Borneo'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_DSC01947-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8361478585069680881</id><published>2008-12-07T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:32:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye To High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;helo peops. it's been some time since i blog yada yada. like i said, on thursday, i went to one borneo to watch twilight. not bad really. the girls are head over heals over edward *grin* anyway, it was fun just hanging out a bit there. and i must say the xmas deco is by far the best, well at least in sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01946-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01946-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 524px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01946-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took this from the 3rd floor i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i wonder how much $$ they waste on that? it's good coz it gives the mood, but seriously, they should use the money for something better. sigh. anyway, on friday i plastic-ed and boxed my books. question is: will anyone tell me how am i supposed to disposed those studying materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01964-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 304px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01964-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the process of plastic-ing and box-ing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;actually i am not done yet with my plastic-ing and boxing. currently, the plastic-ed and box-ed items are under my bed. am thinking should i just trash it in the store room, recycle or pass it to someone else, but who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01962-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01962-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyone wants my books, notes, etc tell me k. the only thing that i don't plan to disposed are my reference books. kinda have sentimental values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01971-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 496px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01971-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, i still keep my form 3 reff books. and tiu, i'm wondering where i placed this set of urm, science books i use to own back in prim sch (i boxed them in one of the cereal box.lol) thank god my sister ain't following my blog. she'll probably roll her eyes and start yada2 at me for keeping trash. what?? sentimental value maaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: i even keep my exam/test paper dating back to prim 1 *grin*. okay i know, i'm weird. blame my mum, she made me do that. well, exam paper has nothing to do with sentimental value though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i did 3 rounds of laundry. urgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01960-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01960-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01961-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01961-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the first 2 rounds only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on saturday, i fold and plastic my school uniforms and anything that has to do with school outfits. including baju kokum, except my blazzer and tie (another sentimental value issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01978-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC01978-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;basically that's what i did for the past few days. of coz i download and watch movie also la. i currently have 3 movies on queue waiting to be watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, guess what i do since morning? i read. read what?&lt;a href="http://www.chanlilian.net"&gt; the obnoxious 5xmom&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;guys and girls, if you are bored and have nothing better to do, i strongly recomment you to go to her blog and read all her yiddy yadda yapping. i enjoyed it alot. (hye auntie lilian, i'm helping you to promote your blog leah..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's all for today, and i'm currently working on mdm judith donsia post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: pardon my chinese slang. and blame obnosious 5xmom. been reading her blog for i think 5-6 hours.hehe.. yeah, i know i hate it whe chinese overdo their chinese slang, but i'm a chinese too, so i'm bound to use all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leah, nia, arr, hor&lt;/span&gt; etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out now to shop, till then =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8361478585069680881?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8361478585069680881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/helo-peops.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8361478585069680881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8361478585069680881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/helo-peops.html' title='Saying Goodbye To High School'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_DSC01946-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4601582814141759910</id><published>2008-12-05T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:34:49.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><title type='text'>Teachers Featuring Mdm Jennifer Asing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;:Understand?&lt;br /&gt;S  :(ignores her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;: hello???? *knocks on the whiteboard*&lt;br /&gt;S  :hello!! *looks up innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;: Understand???&lt;br /&gt;S  :understand!! / yes!! (depending to the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JA&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! am i talking to the wall ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA= mdm jen, s= students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's what normally happens in class. most of the time the students ignores her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; one of them who actually bothers to respond to her questions. when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ignore her too.&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand why are my classmates ignoring her? anyone bother to tell me? sometimes she will look at me straight in the eyes, demanding an answer. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be like, damn! why me again? and answer her reluctantly.. if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;, she will look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ricky&lt;/span&gt;. but this normally only happens when it's non related to physics. when it's related to physics, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shana&lt;/span&gt; will be her target. sometimes i pity her, but who asked her to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;smarthead&lt;/span&gt; in my class =D and i remembered once, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ricky&lt;/span&gt; and i went for this moral education quiz, all the questions were directed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;christabel&lt;/span&gt;. she was so pissed off she posted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! well, lets share the pain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm jen is the asst class teacher of my class. if i'm not mistaken, she have some  qualification in landscaping. not many knows that she does landscaping for our school, but i doubt that the ladang concept comes from her though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think of all our subject teachers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt; is the most dedicated one. she really drill our physics like i-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;-know-what! for the last 3 months or so before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;, she actually made us do this physics paper 3 exercises 80% of the time she enters the class. we did it until we got so sick of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; serious, really sick of them. although we complain (behind her back) but i think we are also thankful to have such a great teacher. well, at least most of us still finish her work. on top of that, she set a target for each of us. there's one term, she left a comment/note on my report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;try and get 85% in the next exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was so shock and speechless, i just stared at her comment and shut the world out of me. i pity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;melvin&lt;/span&gt;, because he was commenting on my result and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; even listening, thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;! she even "bribe" us to get an A for physics in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. guess how much are we getting for an A in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;? RM 50! $$ that's what she is, she really pushes us to the limit and wants the best out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few weeks before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;, she even made copies of papers from all over Malaysia for us. our class looks like a printing house i tell you! we have complete sets of questions from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;MRSM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sekolah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kluster&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;asrama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;penuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;terengganu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;perak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kuching&lt;/span&gt;. and we get all that for FREE. other teachers will make us pay, but we got it for free. we are so damn lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like about her is that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frowns too much.&lt;/span&gt; if she is my mother, i would have said : mom, stop frowning, you look old! she have nice smile though =) when she teach, she tries and make sure the students understand what on earth is she teaching. but there are times that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand, for example, when we first learnt about logic gates,  our pick up was slow, she had to keep  on repeating it. at the end of it i think she got irritated. "understand already?" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;masi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;faham&lt;/span&gt; ah?""&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;faham&lt;/span&gt;?" "okay, let's do it again"&lt;br /&gt;i guess we really tested her patience, but she's great. and if you have any problem in physics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; hesitate to look for her, she will definitely help you. i even asked her for help while doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;addmaths&lt;/span&gt; project. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;addmaths&lt;/span&gt; project was related to some physics concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, one more thing. this might not be obvious, but i worked with her before, so i know. she's  a perfectionist. hands down, i loose. if you think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; a perfectionist (not when it comes to typing though), then she is one hell of a perfectionist (pardon my language please). last year, she was working together with ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt; as the teacher adviser of our club. i was the asst secretary back then, but i did most of the reports at the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; half of the term. and my experience was.. oh dear!!!! you spelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; word wrongly means that you have to reprint your whole report again. no excuse; no mercy. ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt;, also known as a perfectionist, would only ask me to make amendments with the correction pen. which makes life much easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: now you know why PBL team could win the competition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4601582814141759910?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4601582814141759910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mdm-jennifer-asing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4601582814141759910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4601582814141759910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mdm-jennifer-asing.html' title='Teachers Featuring Mdm Jennifer Asing'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8367616928245028347</id><published>2008-12-03T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:35:59.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISCEP'/><title type='text'>A Short Day; A Short Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uhg, i'm so tired. just walked home from Randall's place in Tosaraya. the ISCEP alumni are doing a theatre. neah, i'm not involve, thanks to PLKN. anyway, it's fun to see them acting. dramatic oh. and so funny. AND obscene! haha!! anyone interested to go and watch? it's probably in January, i could help to ask around about the tickets.. but as for now, i have no idea, typical me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i slept at 5.00 am.haha.. i was downloading fly daddy fly. and writing about Mr Melvin.&lt;br /&gt;might watch it later, see first la... i'm going to the movies tomorrow! i cant wait. man! its been ages since i went to that place *sigH* anyway, there's nothing much to write today, so till then. i'll try and work on Mdm Jennifer Asing today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8367616928245028347?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8367616928245028347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhg-im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8367616928245028347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8367616928245028347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/uhg-im-so-tired.html' title='A Short Day; A Short Post'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-9111106427718029144</id><published>2008-12-03T02:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:38:05.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><title type='text'>Teachers featuring Mr Melvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, as i promised, i'll write about my teachers. i cant write everything about them, so i'll just write about what i can think of okay? besides, being me, it would probably be VERY long. so hypothesis is: the lesser i can remember, the shorter it will be. so let's start off with form 5 subject teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MR MELVIN OON TECK LIANG&lt;/span&gt; aka cikgu oon/ooi&lt;br /&gt;who teaches us Chemistry. the subject that i like but am weak at. i dont know why, but the students seem to think that he resembles this panda-looking-like bear. maybe the kungfu panda, po? it's really funny, coz well, there's similarities =P even my mother agrees with that *rolls eyes* mr melvin (i prefer to call him cikgu oon, i dont know why, i only know that he hates it) is a very weird guy (in a good way) why? well, coz we(the students) are full of devil, and he just go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coooooooooool&lt;/span&gt; all the time. sometimes, i wonder, doesn't he have the anger hormone (dunno the scientific name) in him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he's a new teacher. and when he first came (replacing cg fiona), we thought that he is a SHE.&lt;br /&gt;his name was even spelled wrongly, &lt;u&gt;ooi&lt;/u&gt; teck liang &lt;---- no one knows he is a HE! and the first rumour i heard about him was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gemuk&lt;/span&gt;. it turned out to be true. haha.. he is from kuala penyu, and graduated from UMS. i think he had a very hard time trying to control us. but seriously, i dont think he minds it. i think he actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoys&lt;/span&gt; teaching us.well, what can i say? my class is very good when it comes to bullying our teachers. especially the junior teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally, during his class, only some of us will be listening. eg: ricky, kenny, lyna, talie, me, sometimes lilian, maybe ruth, sharyn, ball, bel, shana and maybe sum others. these are the people that i know bother to listen la... but most of the time we do other things. and when we get bored, we sleep or talk. on top of that, all the class issues (like pertandingan, class t shirt, class party etc) will be discussed during his class. and our spokeladies are of cause lyna and talie, the secretary n treasurer of the class. when they try to end the discussion, he'll say like: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidak apa, sambung2.. &lt;/span&gt;which means, say goodbye to our chemistry period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cg oon is not really a super good teacher when it comes to teaching in a big group. he'll have to work on making us pay attention and listen. if only he can work on that, i think he'll go far.&lt;br /&gt;im my opinion, he is a good teacher because he knows what he's teaching. being the inquisitive student, i've always asked him chemistry questions. and he always give me good answers and explanations (at least i think so). he even tells me how to do it right. the only problem with him is that, sometimes he gets mix up. but that doesnt happen often. so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, he is quite close to us. i mean his students. at least he is close to people like lyna, talie, ruth and carol (just some examples) well, like i said, he doesnt teach much. so sometimes he just cerita2 la with lyna and talie. please dont blame me for eavesdropping. i cant help it, coz lyna and talie are sitting next to me!! i cant pretend to be deaf when he's voice IS audible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one funny story was the one where he talks about his girlfriend. if i'm not mistaken, i remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proposal&lt;/span&gt; (interesting?) he even talks about what happen when girl-boy fight =)&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he even tells the class about his date (im sure you guys remembers this) he went to the beach and didnt switch on his head light. it happened twice right? anyway, there's one day when everyone was busy and noisy doing i-forgot-what. and suddenly he asked us to shush! he said he have got something important to tell us. and guess what it was? if i'm not mistaken, he told us about some football match result. i was a bit pissed at that moment in time, but come to think of it, it's funny. do you know that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; an altar boy? the ketua lagi tu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, he is sweet enough to prepare our graduation file (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;) with the help of my friends who attend his tuition class of cause. and i know that caroline always jadi mangsa when he needs help. but they look like siblings to me.. hehe. i even tried to call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koko&lt;/span&gt;. lol, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koko melvin&lt;/span&gt;. during our marching and senamrobik practice, he even come to give us support. so what can i say? we have a very supportive,cool, kind and sweet class teacher. what more can we ask for? i'll just remember his funny laugh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me a comment and tell me what do you think of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-9111106427718029144?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/9111106427718029144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mr-melvin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9111106427718029144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/9111106427718029144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-featuring-mr-melvin.html' title='Teachers featuring Mr Melvin'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-4317081105272468284</id><published>2008-12-02T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:39:47.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>SPM is FINALLY over. yeap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, my freedom started of with a curse (not exactly, but still!) why one earth was the accounts paper so damn (curse2) hard!??! i dont even understand what the question wants me to do. i'm starting to think that add maths was easier. *cry* i want my A!!!! and my ACCA cert!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, nevermind that.. it's good to be stress free. not that i am. when spm i over, i have other things to worry about. such as PLKN (again) and ISCEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now that i'm free, it's soo nice,in the sense that.. for example today :&lt;br /&gt;woke up, no worries.. when my sis say, lets go wisma merdeka.. without hesitation, i just went and get ready. if you know me, then you would probably know that i'll normally hesitate, think of some stupid reason, and finally, i'll just stay at home. call me boring, but yeah, i dont like to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday i accompanied my sister shopping til, omigosh, i came home and went to bed straight! so tired! do you know that i've never known that brownies taste so much better than cake!!! well, at least the secret recipe ones. normally, i'll order cake. but yesterday i ordered brownie.. forgotten the name, sumthing chocolate with ice cream on top of it. my gosh! it taste so good!! anyone wanna but me one?? on top of that, the fruit yoghurt taste good too, but i think i prefer yogurberry =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i went to nike today, and i saw one pair of shoes. so nice!!! i want !! abuhthen, it's the kind where you wear for indoor sports, it's not like for walking shoes. knowing me, the ganas girl, i would probably not be able to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; care of it.. so, i didnt buy it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i'm lazy to talk liao.. wanna go watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my tutor friend 2&lt;/span&gt; afterwards =) by the way, i'm going to the movies on thursday, cant wait! it's been ages since i went to that place.. ah! it's so so good to get a life back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-4317081105272468284?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/4317081105272468284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/spm-is-finally-over-yeap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4317081105272468284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/4317081105272468284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/12/spm-is-finally-over-yeap.html' title='SPM is FINALLY over. yeap.'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-2107156060611423650</id><published>2008-11-30T19:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:43:24.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLKN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>PLKN?</title><content type='html'>helo again..was a bit busy yesterday, so didn't bother to post..anyway, i'm sick. coughing =(and i think my lungs is full of mucus (ahem, bio) because i have trouble breathing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm taking a break.. i'm bored of accounts already, i just hope for the best that i can get A1 for accounts in SPM.. sheesh.. but the good news is! i will be FREE tomorrow!! WOOAAHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, even now i'm feeling free.. last night i watched my tutor friend 1.. i was thinking of watching my tutor friend 2 today.. but then... hmmm.. see first lo.. right now i'm downloading too beautiful to lie. well, you see, i'm a korean movie addict. it's part of the koreanization process in me (whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after spm, i have about 28 days to waste, before PLKN. have i mentioned that yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PLKN-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 347px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/PLKN-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click on image to for a better view =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my surat tawaran online. havent get the black and white one yet, *sigh* so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PLKN-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 222px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/PLKN-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my batch will be from 29 dec - 11 march.&lt;br /&gt;means that i get to celebrate my birthday out of came (obviously, yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i also plan to learn how to make GIF file. haha, i know, lousy! and watch all the korean drama/ movie i wanted to watch.. hohoho! my hardrive is full of korean drama and movie &gt;.&lt; and probably movie marathon.. ohyeah, i have to write an essay about a friend again, huhu.. havent started yet.. tomorrow la. but i dont plan to share it here though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.. in my next post, i'd probably write about&lt;br /&gt;1) SMSM teachers.&lt;br /&gt;not all la... maybe just the subject teachers. if i'm not lazy, i'd probably write about the other interesting teachers as well&lt;br /&gt;2) my friends who were there to make a difference in my highschool life.&lt;br /&gt;(high school sounds so much cool-er than secondary school.lol) i even have a list of this people in my head already, i can't wait to write about them! most of them are my classmates, past and present =) i'm SOOOO LUCKY ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, i guess that's all for today.. but later then i post this entry, my sis is using the internet 3.16pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: why today the internet hates me ah? it took me 30 mins to log into blogger. i cant even log into hotmail or photobucket just now. sheesh. i messed up my passwords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-2107156060611423650?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/2107156060611423650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/plkn.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2107156060611423650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/2107156060611423650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/plkn.html' title='PLKN?'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_PLKN-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-5481096227483758294</id><published>2008-11-28T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:44:27.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard attemp to create a post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm bored, obviously. i spent my time studying accounts today (it was so lousy). and i have runny+ stuffy nose. how is it possible? easy. when it's not running, then it's stuffy. i hate it. have been suffering for the past i think6 years or so.  =( anyone knows how to cure this thing?? to save money, i use toilet roll. i cant effort to waste kleenex la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;actually i wanted to change my template, and i like one particular template, problem is it needs me to waste my time fixing the Xml or the css or whatever you call it. i have no idea about Xml &gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun. i hope there's flying fox too(woohoo!! i love flying fox) and bungee jumping perhaps? never tried that before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7250068-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 282px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P7250068-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P7250070-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 211px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/P7250070-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in form 3, tried flying fox at kiulu.. heard that it's the longest in malaysia..duno true or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if there's one thing i hate about blogging, then i hate the internet connection. s__l__o__w like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siput ngok2&lt;/span&gt;. and im lazy to upload pics. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00083-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 283px;" src="http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/DSC00083-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siput ngok2&lt;/span&gt; that visited my house. well, my house is a mini zoo, what can i say?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngok2&lt;/span&gt; = babi. i love pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-5481096227483758294?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/5481096227483758294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-attemp-to-create-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5481096227483758294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/5481096227483758294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-attemp-to-create-post.html' title='hard attemp to create a post.'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i407.photobucket.com/albums/pp157/piggy_devil/edited/th_P7250068-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167202973750376394.post-8039297003929488954</id><published>2008-11-27T17:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:46:16.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress free'/><title type='text'>SPM is OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NOT!! well, ALMOST!~~~&lt;br /&gt;one more subject, 2 more papers to go anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, before i continue yapping, (which i'm good at)..&lt;br /&gt;i must say this:&lt;br /&gt;1. please ignore the template for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to deal with it now. i'm thinking of using my old template, but neah, i think i'll look up for a new one, or better yet, come up with a new one. wait till spm is actually finally over! so in the mean time, just bear with this oh-so-boring layout. sheesh!~&lt;br /&gt;2. sorry no tag box yet.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to come up with one too. i'm planning to just trash my first post with.. well, you know... my feelings for today.&lt;br /&gt;3. please ignore my typo-ness&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm at the no 1 rank when it comes to typo-ness. hehe&lt;br /&gt;4. radio blog.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm free, i'll put it up. i have to figure out what's my username and password first.i totally forgoten! well, it's been a long time what.&lt;br /&gt;5. enjoy yourself listening to me yapping!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe, okay, vain. i know. okay, i should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART I&lt;br /&gt;well, it's been a LONG________________ time since i last blog online.it was back in june 22 (i think) 2005.so, what happened to my old blog? it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkey-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.monkey-life.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go!~&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna know how (ahem!) crazy i was back then, then go ahead and click the link. sastification guarenteed. and you might go like "lol, punya la!~~" BUT!! before you click the link, you should probably turn on your speaker as loud as possible. coz i shall be giving you some very nice welcome. you will surely like it. serious! but it needs some thinking though! enjoy your stay!!~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last journal entry was 1 october 2007. that was last year, before i went to Korea. since then, i never do any journal or blog anymore. such a waste kan? my last year in high school is not recorded, how sad. well, at least my last (well, 2nd last) day as an oredy-gradute-high school student is recorded. that's the reason im posting this. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART II&lt;br /&gt;as you may have known, for the past 17 days, we've been suffering from a decease, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPM-fever&lt;/span&gt;. this decease can only be found in Malaysia. well, i still have 4 days before i can be cured from this decease. however all my other classmates (except 9 of us) are now cured and free from SPM! i bet some of them must be celebrating. you should see their i'm-now-free face! everyone (well, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly everyone&lt;/span&gt; la)was shouting like monkeys!! that includes me as well, heh. well, everybody else was making the crime, so i just join in la! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have brought my camera/ phone along. i could have snap some happy faces and post it here. victor had his shirt signed by most of us. jj was woah!~~~ (i was speechless). the invigilators were smiling, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of everyone signing on victor's school uniform, we had a massive human jam. obviously, i was trapped. huhu. anyway, by the time i saved myself, i looked around for Ricky. he left me, how dare him. well, typical budak kuai. [if you are reading this, just smile okay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i walk cheerfully down the stairs, and voila, Mr Jonas Gohol (the very well known afternoon head of discipline teacher) was standing there, looking up, hands on the hips. he didn't get mad. haha! i ended up talking to him. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and standing near him, frowning, is... guess who? (she's famous when it comes to frowning) yups! Madam Jennifer Asing. the best physics teacher you can find in SMSM. heh (i'm not downgrading Mr. Richard okay) well, i shall elaborate about her in another post. anyway, she frown, and go "woii!!~~ siapa tu tariak2? aiyo!~~ ) &lt;&lt;--------does that ring a bell? hehe. i talked to her too. complaining how hard physics paper was.   anyway, moving on, i continued my 'journey' . shana, deborah and maryanne caught up with me. i made them promise to pray for the 9 of use who are taking accounts. and then i went to dewan kecil, and there Ricky was. obviously, he forgoten all about what Ms Chua assigned us to do. (1st she ask me, then ask Ricky, so finally we do it together, heh)   so we went to the office, and do the filing. yeah, it's kebaj stuff. i know we are supposed to be off duty already, but, oh well.. and there we met more teacher who tried to interview us. well, i complained to Madame Theresa Lee about her Add Maths 2 . yeah, i know, i complain a lot. nevermind that.   after the filing, we just sit around, waiting for Ricky's dad to pick us up (yeah, i follow him back) while Ricky went and do some other business ( i dont think he likes it if i mention what business it was).. and then, we went home. on the way home, was when it finally sank into me. it's over =) it's good bye =( so, now i'm having mix feeling.=| huk, huk, huk..   so happy, coz no need to worry about lots of stuff.. but that means that i have lots of new stuff to worry about! *sigh* like college/ uni.. post SPM life and i'm so sad!!!! coz God knows we'll all walk our own ways from now onwards will we take the road not taken? (pls refer to form 4 literature text, hehe)  who knows who will still keep in touch? who won't?  you know what, the song Graduation by Vitamin C really do have something to reflect what i feel.  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUVsUgrHgsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUVsUgrHgsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just some random memories. i'll make a better video laaaattteeer (i'm not promising anything okay) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is what i HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the times we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh... i should stop. i'd probably need a box of kleenex. they will be making good business then. i just wonder how much will i keep in touch with my 3 best friends? will we be as close as this? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evon clicks post reluctantly, before she starts yapping more and drag the post longer --she's famous for this*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167202973750376394-8039297003929488954?l=piggydevil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/feeds/8039297003929488954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8039297003929488954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167202973750376394/posts/default/8039297003929488954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggydevil.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm-is-over.html' title='SPM is OVER!!!'/><author><name>piggydevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08667568382429978059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rXluKKCpuUU/STATyLi6kJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ccJgyo2Np14/S220/DSC01386.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
