<?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-590362330988572425</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:16:45.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine yourself</title><subtitle type='html'>My little piece of sky...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1579273391129271835</id><published>2011-08-12T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:44:20.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something done</title><content type='html'>Just&amp;nbsp;burnt the midnight oil&amp;nbsp;for a Mechanics of Machine&amp;nbsp;project, oil&amp;nbsp;habis kering already. Actually&amp;nbsp;I kinda like that subject. It is more related to mechanical engineering, drawing of simple machines and&amp;nbsp;stuff. But still,&amp;nbsp;pulling an all nighter&amp;nbsp;completing report&amp;nbsp;was not fun, especially when you have to squeeze your sleepy brain for some useful ideas late at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;report is quite&amp;nbsp;lengthy and&amp;nbsp;complicated with all the triangle rules, angles,&amp;nbsp;Excel, etc and&amp;nbsp;it is Mechanics of Machine, with an abbreviation - MOM. I was like I seriously needed my mom here with me to get me through the night, made me&amp;nbsp;hot milo with HupSeng biscuits. They don't have those in UTP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda fell into low self-esteem and self-ignorant condition recently, piling up all assignments just to wait for the duedate, indulging myself&amp;nbsp;with movies, snacks and "tumpang sahur" every night although I'm not fasting. Not sure if I'm gaining weight or not, but&amp;nbsp;what's for sure is that my "eye shadow"&amp;nbsp;is getting&amp;nbsp;darker and darker. Oh God, I love Ramadan month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I've completed something myself,&amp;nbsp;really missed&amp;nbsp;the sense of achievement. I, an easily satisfied boy, managed to gain some yesterday, or I should say this morning after completing the project. Not that I'm motivated or what, just manage get&amp;nbsp;a taste of&amp;nbsp;pride. So purposely update this blog post to remind&amp;nbsp;myself how nice it feels when I can get&amp;nbsp;something done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing,&amp;nbsp;I'll be&amp;nbsp;having 5 tests coming up in the next 2 weeks, po pi po pi ar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1579273391129271835?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1579273391129271835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1579273391129271835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1579273391129271835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1579273391129271835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-done.html' title='something done'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6737118059773678214</id><published>2011-08-11T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T03:22:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>坏人不好当</title><content type='html'>Content warning: This post is&amp;nbsp;a little emo one.. So for those who's looking for&amp;nbsp;funny and&amp;nbsp;happy blog post, skip this one. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在大学里常常都参与一些活动，当筹委。筹备过程中时常认为高层这里不是，那里不对。 然而最近在活动当了高层，才懂得不容易啊！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高层需要选出适合的人选来担任各种位置，有时就会遇到必须顾虑该不该选朋友的烦恼。但是朋友们自己若不被选，有些会很明白事理，有些就会很不服气。我的高层已开始就必须面对这问题。有位朋友是这活动的踊跃分子，连续参加了两年，但由于有更好的人选，她，就落选了。而我，是那位需要传达这坏讯息给她的使者。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以为我能胜任这个任务，就打给她。电话没通，进了voicemail，松了一口气。平静的情绪一会儿就让简讯铃声打断了，看一看，是她。烦恼的三天就这样开始了。她不能接受落选的事实，变得很情绪化，把事情看得很personal。我就很难做人啊！高层决定了就是这么办。你是我朋友我也无奈嘛。我想当好人，就一直解释给她听，一直拖，拖到了三天。若事情这样拖下去，活动搞不成啊！我就狠下心当坏人吧！就这样，到了今天，我还没有和她说到半句话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不介意当坏人，因为有时只有当坏人，事情才能快速解决，不该拖拖拉拉，但是最重要还是要有人能理解。幸亏我的筹委中有人能理解我们，觉得当了坏人受人恨，也是值得的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前若有问题发生，我常常都是静静的，认为让别人当坏人，自己不要插手。但是现在我认为能为了别人而当坏人，我欣赏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;忠言：但若能避免当坏人，还是能免则免吧！不好受啊！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEacKj4Yh0/TkLXldzmNUI/AAAAAAAAASY/eQxqF7YdilI/s1600/good+guy+bad+guy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEacKj4Yh0/TkLXldzmNUI/AAAAAAAAASY/eQxqF7YdilI/s400/good+guy+bad+guy.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6737118059773678214?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6737118059773678214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6737118059773678214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6737118059773678214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6737118059773678214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='坏人不好当'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDEacKj4Yh0/TkLXldzmNUI/AAAAAAAAASY/eQxqF7YdilI/s72-c/good+guy+bad+guy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7925519366956068091</id><published>2011-07-28T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T05:24:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Rules is always thrilling</title><content type='html'>When people say don't do this, don't do that, they are actually digging our curiousity.&amp;nbsp;You will always&amp;nbsp;get curious of why we should not&amp;nbsp;do so or just wanna prove to them that it can be done! You'll always&amp;nbsp;end up doing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so dull inside UTP and to colour up my university life, I'll always think of doing something out of ordinary or breaking a law. It is like lighting up your life by accepting new challenges. And today, I've done one, which I had done before but it still did give me the thrill to quench&amp;nbsp;the thirst of my&amp;nbsp;teenage life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lifeguard shut the&amp;nbsp;swimming pool&amp;nbsp;at 7pm. And when the pool was totally deserted,&amp;nbsp;we appeared. And&amp;nbsp;fyi,&amp;nbsp;the badminton court was&amp;nbsp;the only building separating the pool with the security office. And that particular time was actually the shift time for the security guards.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, after some time when&amp;nbsp;my friends and I got the surrounding parameter secured, two of us climbed into the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely made our "break-in" with style as we ran and jumped "bomb style" into the pool. There were only two of us inside the pool so&amp;nbsp;the splashing of water was the&amp;nbsp;only audible sound in the silence.&amp;nbsp;We were swimming, holding our breath, enjoying the sense of&amp;nbsp;"achievement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then when I got up the water surface after the holding breath challenge, I noticed something like a CCTV monitoring the place where we both climbed in. I told my friend and we both did get a little nervous. Then we stayed a little longer before looking for our exit. There were no chairs like it used to have. So eventually we&amp;nbsp;managed to climb over a gate over the other side of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both really&amp;nbsp;wanted to extend the crazy day. Since we both did not bring money along,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;planned about putting my handphone to the cafe cashier&amp;nbsp;as a pawn in order to order our nasi goreng.&amp;nbsp;But unfortunately I had a meeting to rush to which ended the crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go break some rules, have fun but&amp;nbsp;be smart, don't get caught! Remember to look for security cameras first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7925519366956068091?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7925519366956068091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7925519366956068091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7925519366956068091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7925519366956068091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/07/breaking-rules-is-always-thrilling.html' title='Breaking the Rules is always thrilling'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4836343302783847566</id><published>2011-06-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:14:50.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>疤</title><content type='html'>在我 form 4 前认识我的人都会知道我头后面有道疤痕，长不了头发，因为我form4之前都是剪“二号头”嘛。但是我 form 4 后开始留了头发，不是留长发。头发长了，就盖掉了那道疤，所以form4 后才遇见我的人往往都不知道那道疤痕的存在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那道疤痕其实是我小时候跌倒留下的。以前屋子的房间都稍微高一些，应该是防止水在水灾时流到房里。我就是趁妈妈不在意时走出房外，一不小心 "purum.. purum.. ping.. piang.. Pong~~" followed by&amp;nbsp;"wu~ wu~ wu~ wu~"。疤痕从此就跟我更到现在了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近姐姐一直催我去剪掉我头上那堆“杂草”。想了好久还是打算剪回以前的发型，但最后我弟拿出手机让我们看了一张 David Beckham 新发型的照片。大家都叫我试试那发型。其实我很早就很想很想尝试剪那种发型了，但是若剪了，疤痕就会跑出来了。我姐说那疤痕是我的特色，而且当时刚看完 X-men First Class，她就用 Magneto&amp;nbsp;对 Mystique&amp;nbsp;说的那句话套在我身上，说"Be proud of who you are"，笑得我嘴巴快抽筋了。就这样，我剪了这稍微短的发型。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到大学，朋友们吃了一惊，问我头发怎么了，干吗剪了一个洞。我才开始讲故事咯。过后他们说我头后面有个 USM port，不用读书了，只要插 pendrive 来 transfer lecture notes 就可以了，哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我蛮喜欢我现在的发型，也不怎么在意别人怎么看我那道疤，也不在意那道疤比我出名（别人都只是关心我那道疤），因为那是我的特色！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4836343302783847566?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4836343302783847566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4836343302783847566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4836343302783847566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4836343302783847566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='疤'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2265202115953484415</id><published>2011-06-03T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T19:26:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHNehj-e9Us/TeiyyqeVPjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ivOf_GjYzog/s1600/may13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHNehj-e9Us/TeiyyqeVPjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ivOf_GjYzog/s320/may13.png" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All this while, I have been mistaken as many other&amp;nbsp;races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The first case was my interview session in UTP. I went for a new haircut in order to score some image marks during the interview. Anyway, my mom&amp;nbsp;commented that I looked like a&amp;nbsp;Siamese boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : Maybe because of the haircut la..&amp;nbsp;Still acceptable..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The second case was during my trip to Sarawak with a few other friends during our semester break. My friend was kind enough to offer us accomodation in his house, saving me a lot of money and trouble. His family members were so friendly too. Anyway, at night, I got to know from my other friend that TCS's mom asked him&amp;nbsp;if I am an Iban (lat kia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : My complexion maybe.. Maybe all Sarawakian chinese are fairer since&amp;nbsp;that friend is really fair. Acceptable..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The next case was during one of my events,&amp;nbsp;Mission Awareness Programme (MAP)&amp;nbsp;which is&amp;nbsp;a foster family programme in Rungkup, Perak. I was the Emcee for the Opening Ceremony. During my stay, my friends told me that the villagers there asked why a Japanese can speak fluent Malay as an Emcee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : WOW.. I'm gonna stick to my face cleansing product.. Feeling good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After MAP, I joined Youth Nation Summit (YNS)&amp;nbsp;2011 in University Malaya. During MAP, I was under the sun for sukaneka for a few hours and taaadaaaaaaa.. I turned chocolate. No offense to anyone.&amp;nbsp;My complexion was so dark that several people thought I was not a Chinese in YNS. A Malay reached out to me and I got to know he was from Kedah through our conversation. So I spoke Malay with him. Right after that, he asked if I am a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : WTH!!! I looked like&amp;nbsp;a Malay,&amp;nbsp;I mean how is it possible.. 接受不了。。&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met another guy, Sam. He is an Indian from Penang and he told me that I looked like one of his friends, the shape of my face etc. I was like "ooooo,&amp;nbsp;who is this guy?" does he really look like me?"&amp;nbsp;It is then that&amp;nbsp;Sam further said that he is an Indian. Now the guy&amp;nbsp;that I imagine in my head suddenly turned Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : Shocked..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Speechless..&amp;nbsp;Stop imagining..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night itself, I asked one guy from Pakistan for a frank answer. &lt;br /&gt;CC: What race you think I'm from?&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan friend: Not sure but you do not look like chinese..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feeling : That&amp;nbsp;explains why people&amp;nbsp;in YNS never&amp;nbsp;start a conservation with me in Chinese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I&amp;nbsp;feel that it is acceptable for people to mistaken me as a Siam or an Iban, but Malay and Indian?&amp;nbsp;No comment. I looked back the picture if YNS and I&amp;nbsp;looked really dark, but still, I looked Chinese.&amp;nbsp;I guessed I am UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED and it is a good thing. I&amp;nbsp;am a strong example of the&amp;nbsp;1Malaysia concept. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Clarification: I am shocked to know that I&amp;nbsp;look like a Malay and Indian not becauseI do not want to or feel bad to&amp;nbsp;be a Malay or Indian. No sense of racial discrimination at all. It is just that I have this particularly obvious small eyes which qualify me for Chinese (no offense for Chinese readers, just refering to&amp;nbsp;the typical stereotype mindset&amp;nbsp;for a Chinese.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to write a blogpost involving races la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2265202115953484415?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2265202115953484415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2265202115953484415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2265202115953484415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2265202115953484415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/06/1malaysia.html' title='1Malaysia'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHNehj-e9Us/TeiyyqeVPjI/AAAAAAAAASU/ivOf_GjYzog/s72-c/may13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4027202827129262020</id><published>2011-05-10T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:13:39.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats</title><content type='html'>Cats are&amp;nbsp;my least favourite animals in the planet. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an animal abuser. Animal abusers&amp;nbsp;are on of&amp;nbsp;my least favourite people in the planet. It&amp;nbsp;is not&amp;nbsp;that I'm scared of or hated cats, I just don't see why some people love cats.&amp;nbsp;I am going to use the CAF tool (Consider All Factors) to show you why I don't like them. And I will be objective on this, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;So let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;Cats are very persistent and determinant.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Comments: an admirable spirit that should be cultivated by all human beings, but not when they kept&amp;nbsp;getting up the tables, stare at your food and&amp;nbsp;stare back at you, in infinite number of times. It was like someone keeps looking at you eating and say:"Hey bro,&amp;nbsp;I guess you can't finish that, mind to share?"&amp;nbsp;or "Whatssup man, and hey, your food looks delicious, how stingy of you not to share." They will even&amp;nbsp;keep coming back after you shoo them away and back to the staring competition once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;Cats&amp;nbsp;have innocent looks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Comments: I don't think it is working for me. Kittens maybe. I won't let my guards down just because you have a pair of big goo goo eyes. Cats, just look at yourselves in the mirror&amp;nbsp;when you go raiding the dustbins for food or killing a mouse. You&amp;nbsp;just do not seem CUTE to me.&amp;nbsp;Try other moves on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb-gyhf1evE/TclGKb1edSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6cJctlYnBI/s1600/beautiful-cats-wallpapers-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb-gyhf1evE/TclGKb1edSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6cJctlYnBI/s320/beautiful-cats-wallpapers-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&amp;nbsp;tell me that this pictures say "Cunning, eerie confusing eyes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rather than "cute big goo goo eyes". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;u&gt;Cats hygiene&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Comments: I personally think cats are very dirty. I prefer insects or fish. I mean I can catch insects and fish with my barehands but never a cat. I do not know why I have this kind of idea, but I think cats are dirtier than a cockroach, maybe because I always saw cats with those skin diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;u&gt;Cats' "date"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Comments: Dude, I know you are looking for your life partner, but keep it at a minimum noise.&amp;nbsp;It may sound romantic and cute for your darling, but it sounds creepy and annoying for me, especially when I am getting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;br /&gt;Maybe all cats that I refer to are just Malaysia's stray cats. I don't know.&amp;nbsp;But cartoon cats are definitely&amp;nbsp;exceptional. If there are any cat lovers out there, do leave comments on why cats are lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4027202827129262020?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4027202827129262020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4027202827129262020' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4027202827129262020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4027202827129262020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/05/cats.html' title='Cats'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb-gyhf1evE/TclGKb1edSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/b6cJctlYnBI/s72-c/beautiful-cats-wallpapers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-137940943914827184</id><published>2011-05-01T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:04:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night's still Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAD02DnKP_I/TbyjTMWDJpI/AAAAAAAAASM/N0Kw7Mzgs9k/s1600/stay-up-late.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAD02DnKP_I/TbyjTMWDJpI/AAAAAAAAASM/N0Kw7Mzgs9k/s1600/stay-up-late.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"The night is still young" seems to have become my motto. I've been staying up late recently, and by recently,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;mean since the starting of this semester. I'll be&amp;nbsp;starring Po, the Panda in&amp;nbsp;Kungfu Panda 3 if I couldn't get any more sleep because I am having this two shadowy black circles under my eyes. Just need to gain some weight to be like Po. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually prefer early morning than midnight but I just couldn't help staying up late. I always think&amp;nbsp;that I can&amp;nbsp;get more time to do my stuffs by sleeping less, but without fail,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;always ends up waking up late and wastes more time. It is not that my university life is so hectic that I need to be engaged with all the works all the time but this loyal lover of mine&amp;nbsp;will never leave me alone&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;facebook a.k.a&amp;nbsp;dramas a.k.a FIFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While staying up late, I'm always in front of my laptop, sipping coffees and having snacks, not forgetting the sickening instant noodles. Music is my only companion. Coffees do not help at all. Livita or Red Bulls are no fight too. Sleepy but insist to stay up late, what an irony, but that's the problem I'm facing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to say that staying up late is an addiction too and in my case, more dangerous than cigarette. Last advice: "Don't do this at home!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-137940943914827184?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/137940943914827184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=137940943914827184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/137940943914827184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/137940943914827184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/05/nights-still-young.html' title='Night&apos;s still Young'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAD02DnKP_I/TbyjTMWDJpI/AAAAAAAAASM/N0Kw7Mzgs9k/s72-c/stay-up-late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6373816043845627060</id><published>2011-04-28T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:14:04.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Months of the assignments, tests and&amp;nbsp;events in UTP&amp;nbsp;have taken their toll on me as I was completely stressed out. Couldn't take it no more, I'd decided to go home for a breather and to deliver a present&amp;nbsp;too as it was my sis's birthday. My other sisters were back&amp;nbsp;too. Everyone was already&amp;nbsp;back there at home,&amp;nbsp;waiting for&amp;nbsp;me to join up but I was stuck on&amp;nbsp;the torturing bus trip back home.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;ride back&amp;nbsp;was hell as I&amp;nbsp;had to waste extra&amp;nbsp;time and money due to miscommunication between me and the bus company. My bad... Anyway, I had my smile back on my face at the very sight of my father wandering in the bus station.&amp;nbsp;The next agenda was thai food birthday dinner&amp;nbsp;for my sis. It&amp;nbsp;was a long time since the whole family sits down for a meal together. Great time spent. The night didn't end there as we went E-Box shortly after.&amp;nbsp;My sis kept asking me to sing because I was quite the shy shy one when it comes to singing. Then we went back home for birthday party second round, this time was&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;cake and&amp;nbsp;candles.&amp;nbsp;And finally I got to jump into the arms&amp;nbsp;of my&amp;nbsp;bed which I missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next morning, we had KFC breakfast meal&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;bidding my sis farewell off the plane.&amp;nbsp;I had to say that the AM twister was so nice, worth waking up early, hahaha. Later on,&amp;nbsp;my siblings and I&amp;nbsp;managed to catch a movie "Rio". I like "Rio" because it was funny and interesting. Recommended to watch.&amp;nbsp;We managed to take a stroll too&amp;nbsp;at the paddy field behind my&amp;nbsp;house in the evening. The air, the&amp;nbsp;scenery, the sunset, my family.. Everything&amp;nbsp;was so nice and it spelled home.&amp;nbsp;All good memories came&amp;nbsp;back, brushing off the&amp;nbsp;cobwebs of time. Soon, it was nightfall and we&amp;nbsp;spent some quality times chatting and TV-ing. There was so many things to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time comes and goes.&amp;nbsp;It was Monday and it was time to go. My eldest sis&amp;nbsp;purposely curi-curi keluar from her office to send me off the bus. So gan tong..&amp;nbsp;Along&amp;nbsp;the journey back UTP, I realised that the 2 days were&amp;nbsp;just enough, just nice and its time to bury myself back into the university life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BV-ZuD-ZSo/TbijG06t_kI/AAAAAAAAASI/OvRFwjH-orA/s1600/DSC03313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BV-ZuD-ZSo/TbijG06t_kI/AAAAAAAAASI/OvRFwjH-orA/s320/DSC03313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family, my home, wait for me, I'll be back soon. You'll always be there to give me strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6373816043845627060?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6373816043845627060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6373816043845627060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6373816043845627060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6373816043845627060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BV-ZuD-ZSo/TbijG06t_kI/AAAAAAAAASI/OvRFwjH-orA/s72-c/DSC03313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1081709971571575619</id><published>2011-03-12T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:38:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-efpUmomVzNI/TXs-uWuIl9I/AAAAAAAAASE/-lEkFYFyOgE/s1600/birthday-cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-efpUmomVzNI/TXs-uWuIl9I/AAAAAAAAASE/-lEkFYFyOgE/s320/birthday-cake.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long rest during the semester break,&amp;nbsp;I was all geared up, bruuumm... bruuumm... bruumm... ready to hit the road.. Having set new goals,&amp;nbsp;determined to discard off bad&amp;nbsp;habits, I started off the Jan 2011 semester great.&amp;nbsp;But as time crawled along,&amp;nbsp;more and more&amp;nbsp;work load clung onto me, dragging me slow.&amp;nbsp;It is&amp;nbsp;because I have&amp;nbsp;poor&amp;nbsp;time management and&amp;nbsp;I'm not temptation-proof. Bad habits like sleeping late&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;doing assignment only&amp;nbsp;at last minute&amp;nbsp;kept coming back.&amp;nbsp;Soon after, I was&amp;nbsp;back to normal, skipping classes, piling up all the assignments. And life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of 28th Feb was&amp;nbsp;another usual night where you can usually&amp;nbsp;find&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;fighting time for assignment and presentation.&amp;nbsp;Out of sudden&amp;nbsp;my message ringtone, the twinkle twinkle little start lullaby&amp;nbsp;broke the tensed atmosphere and it was written there: "You&amp;nbsp;have 7 missed calls.." They were all from my family members.&amp;nbsp;My room has very poor line connection for&amp;nbsp;both maxis and digi. Maybe my room is a little too high for the yellow digi man to follow me up. Hence they could not&amp;nbsp;reach me through phone.&amp;nbsp;So I left all works&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;return the call, and that was when I got my first 20th&amp;nbsp;birthday wishes.&amp;nbsp;I was so happy and homesick at that moment. It was such a wonderful breather admist of the hectic life. And here I attached a special thanks to all friends for your birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a surprise birthday song from all my fellow classmates of PCS after my presentation too, not forgetting a Smarties bar from my PCS lecturer as my birthday present. My PCS lecturer asked for&amp;nbsp;my age and told me&amp;nbsp;that I should have prepared to get married. Hahahaha.&amp;nbsp;Later on,&amp;nbsp;my friends drove us out for&amp;nbsp;food-hunting in a nearby town. It was a long time since I had have a&amp;nbsp;satisfying "zhu chao" meal. The next day, I had another surprise in UTP when my friends took out a birthday cake after&amp;nbsp;the board meeting of&amp;nbsp;an event for me and my other friend who was born&amp;nbsp;one day after me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 20th birthday wish, I had written it somewhere. Hope it comes true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1081709971571575619?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1081709971571575619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1081709971571575619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1081709971571575619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1081709971571575619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-20th-birthday.html' title='My 20th Birthday'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-efpUmomVzNI/TXs-uWuIl9I/AAAAAAAAASE/-lEkFYFyOgE/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-655168325552347733</id><published>2010-11-15T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:15:50.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Helmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TOALyI4ZeBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_VVFIiGksew/s1600/helmet.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TOALyI4ZeBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_VVFIiGksew/s320/helmet.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently, it is harder and harder for me to focus on studying and gets all the formulas and informations&amp;nbsp;into my mind.&amp;nbsp;It feels like I'm wearing this stupid helmet and all the knowledge just gets deflected away when I tried to put them in. Can anyone please help me take off this helmet? I guess no because I have to do it myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been trying hard to identify what this helmet is. Guesses&amp;nbsp;made included Facebook, FIFA09, How I Met Your Mother series, random movies, genetic deterioration of my brain cells, pure&amp;nbsp;laziness or&amp;nbsp;wrong mindset. The last two reasons proved to be the more correct answers. Glory achieved accumulate arrogance from time to time. Then, it gives birth to the mindset of me being able to score well even if study last minute. Less and less efforts are being given in. The kiasuism and kiasiism somehow vanished. So, I'll only study when I really feel the tension, and it was like&amp;nbsp;one day before a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I entered UTP, my routine life was FB and movies, then tests and deadline of assignments&amp;nbsp;approaching, so&amp;nbsp;study and rushing assignments, then finish everything, then enjoy to the max with FB and movies, and the tests and assignments again... the cycles go on. How long since I have seen a star in a clear blue sky although I stayed late almost every night. How long since I have called my siblings and parents for a nice long chat although I have all the time for movies and series. How long since I have watched ManU's match which is something impossible for the old me to miss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterall, I guess this helmet is the new me after I entered UTP. I did change a lot, for the better and for the worse. I enjoyed a lot, and I suffered too.&amp;nbsp;Wearing a helmet is safe, but it is heavy and prevents you from listening clearly too. I think I&amp;nbsp;am kinda lost while adapting to my university life. I need part of the old me back. Hopefully I can get back Alor Star to find myself back during the semester break. For now, I'll enter the battlefield of final exams with this helmet as I do not have time to change or buy a new one. Haha.. Wish me LUCK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Should have added arrows of FB and movies penetrating the helmet. Hehehehe...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-655168325552347733?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/655168325552347733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=655168325552347733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/655168325552347733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/655168325552347733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/11/helmet.html' title='The Helmet'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TOALyI4ZeBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/_VVFIiGksew/s72-c/helmet.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-491100044323581576</id><published>2010-10-16T18:09:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T05:21:47.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最近</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RECENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，我终于尝试到玩橄榄球的滋味了!在ksah五年都没有机会碰到橄榄球，所以一直以来都好想玩一玩。我和几位sarawak的朋友在UTP的大草场玩简单的橄榄球，没有撞来撞去那种，只是拍背。他们很耐心的从基本教起，如基本条规，传球和踢球的方式。橄榄球实在很有趣，可能是没有被撞倒吧！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNO3AuLpDI/AAAAAAAAARA/aoiAtZZGI_Q/s1600/rugby_ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNO3AuLpDI/AAAAAAAAARA/aoiAtZZGI_Q/s200/rugby_ball.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to like playing rugby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，我吃糖果吃上瘾了。到店里一次买lima puluh biji，但是两个星期就吃完了。算一算，平均一天吃3.5粒。其实，起初，我买糖果是为了保持口气清新，就是要：饭后一粒糖，口气“pang gui lang” （hokkien）-“香过人”。但是后来读书或上课时就很想咬东西，结果一粒接一粒，上瘾了。现在正在“戒糖”。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPCEh2iNI/AAAAAAAAARE/jH1J8vLbRDA/s1600/DSC02644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPCEh2iNI/AAAAAAAAARE/jH1J8vLbRDA/s320/DSC02644.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a sweet tooth, that will never come loose.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，开夜车时都是咬面包。赶工赶到累了，闷了，就把面包咬成照片里的形状了。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPxZ1g7HI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j_gVf00V5nw/s1600/DSC02639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPxZ1g7HI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j_gVf00V5nw/s320/DSC02639.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPubT12uI/AAAAAAAAARM/nWbBWGRgwqo/s1600/DSC02638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPubT12uI/AAAAAAAAARM/nWbBWGRgwqo/s320/DSC02638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boredom inspires Creativity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************************************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，星期六都有 Manufacturing Technology Lab。周末只剩下一天而已。最长的是从早上八点到下午五点。 其实很懒惰去，但是有些Lab又很好玩，能多懂几样东西，如：CNC and Conventional Milling, Lathe and Welding。我觉得这是目前唯一一课让我们比较了解工程师工作的科目。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPisDv4pI/AAAAAAAAARI/wiL_6z7ejfI/s1600/DSC02615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPisDv4pI/AAAAAAAAARI/wiL_6z7ejfI/s320/DSC02615.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;engineer's life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，我们参加了paintball比赛，队名是PakBeTo (打不倒 in hokkien)。 那是我的第一次玩paintball，满好玩的，只是子弹不足。我被射中两抢，黑青了。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNOh-EJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xfUqPbzjsw0/s1600/DSC02643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNOh-EJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xfUqPbzjsw0/s320/DSC02643.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PakBeTo 这名是我以前从某队的Slogan想到的。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slogan: Tomato。。Potato。。PakBeto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，我买了一双球鞋，很喜欢，但是踢球时，觉得不是很好踢。无论如何，这是我的第一双 futsal 鞋，而且不是很便宜哦。当然，有了这双鞋以后，我就比较常踢球了，希望球技能赶快进步多一些，不要每次都觉得技不如人。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNOSwlmyvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ju5yjovuy2w/s1600/DSC02214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNOSwlmyvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ju5yjovuy2w/s320/DSC02214.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Red Puma! Help me run faster and kick better!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，天气不好时，没有地方晒衣服，以下的情况就会出现。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNQtqF8gSI/AAAAAAAAARU/efBU3QgWUkw/s1600/DSC02614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNQtqF8gSI/AAAAAAAAARU/efBU3QgWUkw/s320/DSC02614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Wonder where&amp;nbsp;to dry your&amp;nbsp;clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;最近&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，你又做了什么呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNPxZ1g7HI/AAAAAAAAARQ/j_gVf00V5nw/s320/DSC02639.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 144px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 1109px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-491100044323581576?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/491100044323581576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=491100044323581576' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/491100044323581576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/491100044323581576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_16.html' title='最近'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TMNO3AuLpDI/AAAAAAAAARA/aoiAtZZGI_Q/s72-c/rugby_ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2076444041655017416</id><published>2010-10-02T21:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:54:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十月二日  晴</title><content type='html'>Sat Oct 2, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am, back from basketball with a couples of friends. Still having high sports spirit, because long time didn't go for sports. Saw the roundabout in front of hostel, suggest to play football there, and there we go, started the kicking. The football game: 5 guys 1 ball, in the center of the roundabout, cars and motorcycles passing... Heard one motorcyclist saying "Inilah style!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv55VlpYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z61yC-ExXsI/s1600/DSC02598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523436139683620226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv55VlpYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z61yC-ExXsI/s320/DSC02598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the ball was going out of the road and a Kancil is on its path. Quickly try to stop the ball. Accidentally stepped on the ball and got one of my foot out in the road. The driver slowed down, gave me a smile, and drove off. Lucky me.. and stupid me for trying, should have left the ball! Slept at 3.30am after some time on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-----This pic pasted is the roundabout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKc09Uz9MHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wPfffl7bLCU/s1600/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 313px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523441696156495986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKc09Uz9MHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wPfffl7bLCU/s320/DSC00213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning 7.54am woke up, stuffed three pieces of gardenia bread with kaya into mouth, rushed for saturday lab. Longest lab ever, 8am to 5pm, Drag my body back to room, saw the other packet of expired bread, asked friends to go feed fish beside UTP lake. Fish-feeding at about 6.30pm. UTP fish looks hungry in the picture, fighting for gardenia breads. Gardenia can use this picture for advertistment, but perhaps advertistment in the marine world. Fish feeding is not so fun, so change to fishing catching. UTP fish are just as clever as UTP students, so hard to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv6rlCKbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AsMFt2ymuQ/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523436153170176434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv6rlCKbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AsMFt2ymuQ/s320/DSC02601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, UTP students out-wisdomed UTP fish. Gotcha, little fish! 3 more fish "volunteered" to keep him/her accompanied in the end. They are in the hostel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm, started blogging. Think a long time how to write it, at last try the diary type post. Doesn't really seem like one though, doen't know english diary format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be in V5 cafe watching ManU vs Sunderland at 10.00pm. Must win la, ManU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv6rlCKbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2AsMFt2ymuQ/s1600/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Oct 3, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for blog post comments.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv6BHBY1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Za3NOpU2P9g/s1600/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2076444041655017416?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2076444041655017416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2076444041655017416' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2076444041655017416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2076444041655017416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='十月二日  晴'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKcv55VlpYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z61yC-ExXsI/s72-c/DSC02598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8739610770132004372</id><published>2010-09-28T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:31:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKHK2n3ZugI/AAAAAAAAANw/JzhnzQsdtuE/s1600/blood_spatter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521917657896040962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKHK2n3ZugI/AAAAAAAAANw/JzhnzQsdtuE/s320/blood_spatter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't get scared by the blood stain ya. This is not a scary 18SG post. But still, viewer's discretion is advised. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always donate blood but everytime, mosquitoes are the nurses that help me through with that. I have been thinking of donating blood since secondary school but I never have the chance. Today, I went for my true first blood donation held in UTP. Maybe I've done too much "dosa" in UTP, need to go "buang dosa" a bit, haha. For the blood donation, I've even missed my SP lecture and a pop-quiz. Nevermind la, at least I missed it for something good this time. Below is the report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aim:&lt;/strong&gt; To donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem statement:&lt;/strong&gt; Will I chicken-out for my first blood donation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypothesis:&lt;/strong&gt; I successfully donate blood and I did it like a man. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materials and apparatus:&lt;/strong&gt; a phlebotomy needle, a flexible collection bag, blood, lollipop, forms, weigh balance etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procedures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fill up forms regarding personal details and health status. (quite a lot)&lt;br /&gt;2) weigh myself (must be 45kg minimum)&lt;br /&gt;3) test for blood pressure (pressure quite high---worrying)&lt;br /&gt;4) test for blood type&lt;br /&gt;5) fill up forms again and sign for don't know what la&lt;br /&gt;6) then put a lollipop into mouth&lt;br /&gt;7) lie on a bed and get a little nervous (*no. 6 &amp;amp; 7 standard procedures, must follow)&lt;br /&gt;8) start blood donation&lt;br /&gt;9) claim free milo and tiger biscuits&lt;br /&gt;10) go back with a plaster on arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;2) Blood pressure is quite high, so need to beware of it.&lt;br /&gt;3) It is good to finally know my blood type.&lt;br /&gt;4) It is actually quite meaningful for me although they just took 350ml of blood from me. Hope it helps to make a difference between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;5) The lollipop is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hypothesis is accepted. I successfully donated blood and I did it like a man. We live as a community so do help others if we afford to do so. We will never know when we need helps from others one day. So, if you fulfil the basic requirements, go for blood donation!!!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blood donation, I went for lecture and moral presentation. Exhausted, I went back room to sleep after my lunch and missed my assignment meeting with my friend. Berdosa again~~ Haiz... Need to go for more blood donation, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8739610770132004372?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8739610770132004372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8739610770132004372' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8739610770132004372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8739610770132004372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/09/blood-donation.html' title='Blood Donation'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKHK2n3ZugI/AAAAAAAAANw/JzhnzQsdtuE/s72-c/blood_spatter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-120210180908564946</id><published>2010-09-27T16:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:28:07.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>报应</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKBdTQ0znQI/AAAAAAAAANo/bQthRojYkcM/s1600/jet+li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521515728671579394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKBdTQ0znQI/AAAAAAAAANo/bQthRojYkcM/s320/jet+li.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 179px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hero：我要杀了他为你讨回公道！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victim：不要啊！不要！你冷静点啊！杀人是要坐监牢的！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hero：我管不了这么多了！今天我一定要杀了他！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victim：他做了这么多罪恶，你让天收他吧！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hero：我就是要替天行道！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victim：不要啊，你别去啊！我不想你有事！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(然后两个人就抱在一起哭)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521515438898607090" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKBdCZVi8_I/AAAAAAAAANg/Viwu7KS7xBQ/s320/korean.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;连续剧里常常都可以看到这一幕。我常常都在心里想：“要等天收他是要等到几时啊？”都认为&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;有能力的活，就自己行动。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;今天，我等到了。早上，我衣服洗了后，就晒在宿舍外的吊衣线上。下午，看见乌云密布，便赶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;快去收衣服。谁知道看见衣服都被人推到一边，都皱了。第一个反应就想把他的衣服都推到另一边，但是又怕他出来看到时向我的衣服报仇。（当然，没有像连续剧里有女主角出来阻止我，说不想我有事。多希望有啊！哈哈哈，推人家的衣服罢了嘛）心里一狠，还想把他衣服丢下楼呢！我不敢的啦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;最后想一想，看看天就快下雨了，你抢别人的位置来晒你的衣，那就给雨淋到湿透透吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;天收你啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;老天现在帮你洗衣服！&lt;/span&gt;Serve you right, buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;故事里要传达的劝告是“不要抢我晒衣的位！！！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-120210180908564946?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/120210180908564946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=120210180908564946' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/120210180908564946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/120210180908564946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='报应'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TKBdTQ0znQI/AAAAAAAAANo/bQthRojYkcM/s72-c/jet+li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8370948078289580549</id><published>2010-09-20T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T03:22:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangan Gatal</title><content type='html'>Recently I came across a software called Folder Lock. It is used to lock or encrypt any desired folder in your window. It appeared interesting and I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until one day when I tried to lock almost all files to see if there was a maximum capacity for it. It was 1am and I would be going Pangkor the other day. Tangan gatal lo.. After I locked them, the folder lock software stopped functioning whenever I try to access it. Then butterflies flew all over my stomach and I scratched my head until I wanna cry. It is because 80% of my C drive documents and files are inside. Thinking of unstalling the software but scared of losing my files, I was blank. I spent the whole night looking for solution but nothing applied proved successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8am and I managed to catch an hour sleep, then I headed for Pangkor Island. I could not really leave this problem behind my mind and I had to bring it along to Pangkor. But I did have fun in Pangkor. When I was back to UTP, I finally decided to risk all my files uninstalling Folder Lock. It was then that I realised that we have to enter Folder Lock to uninstall it. I CAN'T ENTER!!! Again, I spent the day searching for solutions but all my time was wasted for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I off my laptop, I gave system restore one last try. Miraculously, it was a success! I got all my musics, movies, series, pictures and academic documents back! I was so happy that I wanna shout out loud, but my roommate was asleep by that time. So, I ran out my room and gave a shout, followed by a sigh of relief. Sorry neighbours if I had you awaked. Then I was back in my room writing this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly relieved and Berbatovs hat-trick which made ManU winning 3-2 over Liverpool made my night. Anyway my night left only a couple of hours as it is 3am now. Having lectures at 8am somemore.... One problem gone, the others continue coming.. What to do? This is life. Tahan lo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8370948078289580549?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8370948078289580549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8370948078289580549' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8370948078289580549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8370948078289580549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/09/tangan-gatal.html' title='Tangan Gatal'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5882098774521337713</id><published>2010-07-29T02:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:07:54.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是一台风扇</title><content type='html'>我是一台风扇。我入世后第一次张开双眼时，四周一片漆黑，直到一位非常英俊的少年将困着我的盒子打开，让我看到这个世界。这俊俏的少年就是我的主人-TCC。哈哈!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499025301702498642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TFB2YHbc2VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_GB2J538HHY/s320/DSC02187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;他把我带到他超热的大学宿舍去。从那天起，我就会在我主人需要我的时候毫无怨言地为他服务。他每次上课回房时都是满头大汗的，衣服也湿透了。他有时脸上带着笑容，有时却愁眉苦脸，令我很好奇是发生了什么事。但是无可否认的，只要我一开始旋转我的手，他就会变得比较开心。主人对我非常满意，还给我取了个名-SuperFan，一直说我很power！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499025295572822514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TFB2XwmBafI/AAAAAAAAANI/cFmhhNboECI/s320/DSC02188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;主人有一次竟把我当成他手提电脑的Cooling Pad。Cooling Pad，你可看到我在主人心目中的地位了吧！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;（inspired by primary school's chinese essay-自述）&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;感谢父亲为我买了一台风扇，顺便用第三人称称赞称赞自己，哈哈。。。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5882098774521337713?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5882098774521337713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5882098774521337713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5882098774521337713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5882098774521337713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='我是一台风扇'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TFB2YHbc2VI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_GB2J538HHY/s72-c/DSC02187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7171545363621472212</id><published>2010-07-11T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:42:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fall</title><content type='html'>Free fall is something like the motion of a body where gravity is the only force acting upon it, neglecting air pressure and friction. In my memory, I have personally experienced free fall, not once, not twice but three times. The first experience was in Genting Highlands. I was 16, on a Genting trip with friends, still with some courage, at least enough to dare myself up the Genting Highlands Space Shot ride. The free fall is about 2-3 seconds, if not mistaken. I can't really feel my seat for a moment. The safety belt is the only thing attaching me together. But as the thing was descended mechanically and I was pulled down, so I think it doesn't make it a free fall then.&lt;br /&gt;Free fall or not, nice experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlVfdwv_nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lQc7p3aMxU0/s1600/genting+space+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492515219608436338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlVfdwv_nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lQc7p3aMxU0/s320/genting+space+shot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't manage to try on flying fox in the National Service, I was able to have that experience in a camp a year ago. It was like a 0.256788345 second free fall before the safety belt tied on my back got stretched taut. Hahaha. And the flying fox I had, of course, was not as extreme as the picture attached below. Anyway, flying fox is really worth second trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492517125338590482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlXOZKObRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PiiS2hdO4w0/s320/flying+fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below was a snapshot taken when I was on a Sawarak trip, weeks ago. You can see a half naked guy there climbing up the big boulder. There, I saw the Pro"s" jumping with style from the peak of that boulder. Maybe there's the training place the Olympic diving gold medalist. Hahaha. My friend dared me for a jump and I took the challenge. While climbing up, I realised that it was actually higher than it looked, so I started with the half height. A deep breathe, a leap, and I was in the water. COOL!!! Then I went for the higher grounds and eventually the highest point (really tak takut mati). The jump didn't allow you time to shout, as I was on air for only about 1 second. I should have recorded the jump for my grandchild to show what grandpa was capable of !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlVfLn2SzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Kt51mUAjC4/s1600/belaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492515214739262258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlVfLn2SzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5Kt51mUAjC4/s320/belaga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every free fall is quite scary but everytime when you have your feet back on the ground, your heart will shout:"Let's go again!" Real brave ya, so what about bungee jump and skydiving? For now, no thanks.. Too extreme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do some calculation and see if I still remember what my Physics teacher taught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For free fall in Sarawak: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                       *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- v = u + gt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- v = gt&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;(u = 0, let t = 1 s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- v = (9.81)(1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- v = 9.81 m/s = 35km/h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And are you driving with that speed on road? You should try the jump and compare the feeling, maybe you won't be driving fast on the road then, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7171545363621472212?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7171545363621472212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7171545363621472212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7171545363621472212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7171545363621472212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-fall.html' title='Free Fall'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TDlVfdwv_nI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lQc7p3aMxU0/s72-c/genting+space+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7096220942066174202</id><published>2010-06-18T02:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T02:42:39.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Goal Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This picture is taken by me around 8pm just now. I took it because of the memories it dug out of my rusty mind. It is a picture of my house's front gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TBpldZ39_CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XzyaKW_It94/s1600/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483807052113247266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TBpldZ39_CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XzyaKW_It94/s320/DSC02070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You all may wonder why I post the picture of my house's front gate here. It is because it is more than my house's front gate. My bro and I made it the goal of our house's mini football field. You can see the two goal posts there. We two football buffs used to play football in front of our house even until 8pm. The lamp post was the only light that shined us throughout the game. It was dim but for us, it was enough. We enjoyed football until we were so reluctant to go back home for our bath and dinner. Mom needed to yell for us times and times over to get us inside the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mostly, it was a 2 persons game. My bro and I took turn to be the goalkeeper. Sometimes, we did invite some malay neighbours to play but I don't think any of them remembered us and vice versa. The ground was stony and we were barefooted. Sometimes there were bougainvillea's dried thorns, big stones that we stepped on. Yet injuries seldom stopped us from playing. I hated it the most when the ball flew over the gate to the other side as we usually forgot to bring the key and were too lazy to walk in the house for the key. In the end, we had to climb over the gate. Isn't it ironic that we have to climb over our own gate? Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were so much precious memories that I would like to treasure. My little BRO, hope we can still spend time like we did even in future. Yeah!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7096220942066174202?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7096220942066174202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7096220942066174202' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7096220942066174202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7096220942066174202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-childhood-goal-post.html' title='My Childhood Goal Post'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/TBpldZ39_CI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XzyaKW_It94/s72-c/DSC02070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3962648662255816123</id><published>2010-05-11T07:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:23:41.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts during study week</title><content type='html'>It is just a blink of an eye and now here I am, in the midst of my study week of this semester already. For this semester, time passed by without giving me any notice. I joined a couple of events and addicted to dramas. Basketball is my usual sport for the weekends and sometimes even for weekday, but still I'm not real good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my academic, it is a mess. I took up seven subjects: Statics, Differential Equation, Academic Writing, Introduction to Oil and Gas, Engineering Drawing, Introduction to Material Science and lastly Business Accounting (minor). I hardly understand a few of the chapters in Statics. I can do Differential Equation questions but not knowing the purpose of the application of formulas. Academic Writing lectures are all in the morning and it is definitely not among my favourite lectures. I think I have only turn up for the Intro to Oil and Gas lectures for four times. Engineering Drawing sometimes appear to be interesting but for me, mostly it is frustrating. As for Intro to Material Science, it is the only chemistry-liked subject and I think I hate it. All I can say about Business Accounting is that I underestimated that subject as I took Accounting in Form 5. My coursework marks are such a sore to my eyes. It is definitely not a first semester of my degree studying that I wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other disappointment followed. Manchester United lost in the pursuit for the BPL and UEFA Champion League Cup. San Antonio Spurs was down 4-0 in the NBA conference semi finals to Phoenix Suns and I'll have to put all my supports on LA Lakers then. Now, I'm supporting Malaysia for the Thomas Cup, but not Uber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock changed and I slept quite late recently. I can't help it but there is no giving up in changing that as I am still working on it. Wish me all the best for my finals and please, please don't have the shock expression on your face when you realise that my results are poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3962648662255816123?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3962648662255816123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3962648662255816123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3962648662255816123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3962648662255816123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-during-study-week.html' title='thoughts during study week'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3874885112562885689</id><published>2010-02-07T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:14:40.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me vs weather</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling very frustrated when it rained while I was about to go for sports, and it rained when my clothes were left outside for drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming this evening. The erratic weather always manage to get me on my nerve but not this time! There was a little drizzle when I reached the swimming pool. Reluctant to go back room just like that, I was in the water after 5 minutes. It rained more heavily after a short while. The scene of raindrops hitting again the surface of the water was so nice and I could hear it clearly under the water. It appeared to be so peaceful. Soon I saw a few guys with football boots and ball coming over. The first thing on my mind was "Oh, shit! Those guys with sweats all over are coming down to the pool? Yucks!" And so, I got out of the water and made a final jump into the pool before leaving. I didn't regret swimming in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I headed for the badminton court and saw my friends playing there. I joined and this time, the weather took his revenge. I was trapped there until nine something as the heavy downpour was not willing to rest the case. I was soaking wet in my perspiration and I hadn't taken my dinner. Please stop me rain! I SURRENDER!!! In the end, I had to walk back to my room barefooted under the rain. The weather maybe was laughing at me but I claimed my time for sports this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3874885112562885689?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3874885112562885689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3874885112562885689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3874885112562885689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3874885112562885689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/02/me-vs-weather.html' title='me vs weather'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5703113376714653790</id><published>2010-01-27T10:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:36:55.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was almost 2 months ago when I finished my last paper for my foundation studies, that is the irritating Chem II. My sem break officially started at that moment. After I reached home at 9pm and packed all my things, I manage to have a 4-hour sleep before we hit the road again to Penang International Airport. Taken 3 flights in a day, we finally reach CHINA! syiok! hahaha. It is an enjoyable 6 days trip with my family, but about a day's time was spent on the airplane. I think I need to fill up hundreds more piggy banks if I want to go for the next trip, haha. FAMA 100% sponsor la actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431246373797763778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-pzQ3YGsI/AAAAAAAAALA/oPJV1Dr6Fsc/s320/pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After back to home, I spent most of my time at home watching TV dramas and surfing the web. I did turn up for some friends gathering too. Apart from that, I went swimming, futsal, badminton, football and basketball, but only once for each sports. Then I also continued practising my driving skills. But the most important things I did during the sem break was to EAT! My mom prepared some of my favourites, as shown below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431258411941732018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-0v-cjnrI/AAAAAAAAALw/G2AwNz559HA/s320/DSC00069.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dunno what it is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431258401566709346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-0vXy9VmI/AAAAAAAAALo/OeAOE_-L1lw/s320/DSC00068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hokkien Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431473749241892978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S2B4mQZsEHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hNQQ4RQIBcQ/s320/DSC00073.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On 8th Jan, I had to bring along my matric card for the first time since the sem break started because I was back to UTP and worse off, without my laptop! It was then that I realised that if I did not online, I actually had at least 6 hours of free time a day. Boredom set me off to Kampar. JL, CY and me went to visit Jason for the first time. Thanks Jason for allocating time to take us around Kampar. It is undeniable that we three UTPians envied Jason because Kampar was really a food paradise if compared to UTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431257373429151362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-zzhr3NoI/AAAAAAAAALI/OJYjdjk-uEg/s320/DSC00009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't take any other pictures, just took the pic of the Grand Kampar Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, I was standing somewhere I never set foot in before. Looking up into the sky, two big buildings blocked my sight. They are the Petronas Twin Towers. We were there to gather before heading for Port Dickson for Soaring The Eagle (STE) Programme. Casa Rachado was the resort we stayed. I enjoyed the 5 days camp and learnt something, something that I can merely remember already, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431257382318988162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-z0CzXW4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/YW2xHAaCz_g/s320/DSC00015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KLCC + STE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431257394320659330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-z0vgyU4I/AAAAAAAAALY/xVgcTT6m5vE/s320/DSC00044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back Alor Star for a week before going back to UTP again to indulge myself for the last time before the new sem started. I finally entered degree and the first 2 days were like WTFook. The confusing timetable kept stars circling above my head like the ring of light. Everything hasn't settled down for the moment. Anyway, I enjoyed my sem break, a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5703113376714653790?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5703113376714653790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5703113376714653790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5703113376714653790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5703113376714653790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2010/01/sem-break.html' title='Sem Break'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/S1-pzQ3YGsI/AAAAAAAAALA/oPJV1Dr6Fsc/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1439636147589501420</id><published>2009-12-30T12:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:18:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Szrh7RzOCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6C0Q_yVy42k/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420893510000576690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Szrh7RzOCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6C0Q_yVy42k/s320/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 lasts till tomorrow just before the clock strikes 12 am sharp. I'll be 19 soon. While I loss track of time enjoying my holidays, a year passed by in a flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went through the newspaper and came across a captivating headline "18-year old Barefoot Burglar". In the age of 18, he has stolen things ranged from credit cards to private planes. Although he is a burglar, I admit I have some sense of admiration towards him. Pixie Lott, a British singer now, makes her way to international stage at the age of 18. Many other 18 year old teens successfully land themselves in the world most pretigious football league (BPL), the long-yearning destination of all basketball players (NBA) and other leading fields of the world. While others blossom out at the age of 18, I spent my 18 watching TV, surfing facebook, but that's my life. I can complain nothing as they have put in so much efforts for their success while I haven't. I don't expect myself to be like them, just hoping that in 2010, I can learn more, know more, do more, see more, grow more and eat more perhaps, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, I'm up to my heel and off to go. Don't let me stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1439636147589501420?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1439636147589501420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1439636147589501420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1439636147589501420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1439636147589501420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-for-2009.html' title='last for 2009'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Szrh7RzOCLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6C0Q_yVy42k/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7441347022189283353</id><published>2009-11-25T22:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:44:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short tales in recent life</title><content type='html'>Get something extra for lunch for FREE just makes you feel good. Haha. Few days back, I got a double-sized chicken patty but the tauke just have me paid for the normal price. He said:"You're lucky today, I'm supposed to charge you for more but I'll just have it as the normal price. The two chicken patties just stick to each other." Before this, he also joked about charging me double when I got a double yolk egg. Below is an attached picture of my extra value lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408058821687451346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sw1I2F8ZHtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C4ON7MJ_OM4/s320/DSC01570.JPG" /&gt;my regular meal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, two days before I sit for my ICIS final paper, I woke up at 7.30am for a jog. I planned to start off my last minute ICIS revision after the jog. That morning, my image on the mirror gave me a big shock. I looked like a zombie, or perhaps a panda. Are my eye balls protruding outwards and caused "shadows" to be casted under my eyes? Haha. It was already quite bright that time. The air is invigorating. After having some warm-ups, I plugged in my earphones and took off. I found myself gasping for air just after one complete round around the lake. Low stamina... I LOVE MY SPORTSHOES, although they were worn off. Sorry for not taking good care of you, by making you a pair of multipurpose shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408066901586552866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sw1QMZ6dKCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lx0QBXlkY44/s320/DSC01544.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the lake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408064923066869762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sw1OZPWmqAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4wnt6kjwilY/s320/DSC01562.JPG" /&gt;comfortable, convenient,... support Adidas! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that day, I left my clothes outside drying and headed for IRC for some revision. I think my "RAM" was completely stuffed with ICIS notes, terms, etc until I totally forgot about my clothes. At 6pm, I ran through the rain to "rescue" them. It's too late, anyway. They were soaked wet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last tale, I was late for my ICIS final exam. I didn't wake up late, just that I wasted too much time on the way to the examination hall. I had so many butteflies in my stomach when I entered the hall. I took some time to settle down before starting my ICIS final paper. The objective questions were tougher than the subjective ones. Hope to have good marks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7441347022189283353?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7441347022189283353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7441347022189283353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7441347022189283353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7441347022189283353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiny-things.html' title='short tales in recent life'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sw1I2F8ZHtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/C4ON7MJ_OM4/s72-c/DSC01570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5740778421296854612</id><published>2009-11-08T13:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:21:58.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self reflection</title><content type='html'>I always think that I'm mature enough to organise my own life. Well, now that I really allocate some time to think about this issue that I've tried to avoid for such long time, I realise that I'm not as good as I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After entering UTP, my body clock changed. 12am, a time that I considered to be very late back in my secondary school life, now appears to be the beginning of the night. I'll only retire for the night at 3 to 4am. I've put a liitle effort to change it. I threw myself onto bed on 12am yesterday but yet, I woke up at 11am. No matter how early I sleep, I'll just wake up late. My mom wasn't there anymore to wake me up and to drag me to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I wasted a lot of time. Facebook is the main culprit, I guess. (pointing the finger to others since I'm the one in blame) I spent a lot of time on Facebook recently. I even surf Facebook when I was revising for my tests which eventually cost me a lot of lost marks. I've rushed through an anime and a Japanese drama recently, Code Geass and Proposal Daisekusen which I rated above 8/10 for both. It is time-consuming but it is much worthy than surfing Facebook. I would also rather use the time I wasted on Facebook to chat with friends on MSN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I've lived a lifeless life and I've not been using my brain to think in my university life. Sometimes, I have the thought that life is meaningless but I remembered once when my friend said his life is meaningless, I told him,"Life is meaningful, you are the one that is useless to make your life meaningless." I'm damn disappointed with myself now. I seemed to have a scheduled life. It is either going to lectures or spending time in the room surfing the internet. I've also been killing my creativity. I'm living life to the "foolest", not fullest.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promises:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I would try to sleep early with some exceptions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i) if there is a MU match that particular night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ii) if I have examination or some assignments to be handed over the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I would cut down on my time in Facebook, no exceptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I would spend more time to think and try to live life to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I would try to fulfill my promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401613158078253922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SvZijF1Ui2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sag7Hed4QTk/s320/thumb_51926_ItsAllGood_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5740778421296854612?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5740778421296854612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5740778421296854612' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5740778421296854612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5740778421296854612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-reflection.html' title='self reflection'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SvZijF1Ui2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sag7Hed4QTk/s72-c/thumb_51926_ItsAllGood_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2080572223464254369</id><published>2009-10-13T23:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:43:02.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village 2 in UTP</title><content type='html'>I promised CSC that I'll take pictures of V2. Sorry for taking such a long time to show you. But at least I keep my promise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSpjGGPsAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MfXgHPZEWjw/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121074266648578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSpjGGPsAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MfXgHPZEWjw/s320/DSC01111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the V2 cafe. Up there is called V2 foyer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where students ususally have meetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSlyh84WPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQm3yMQXdqY/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116941395089650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSlyh84WPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YQm3yMQXdqY/s320/DSC01068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V2A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSlCvZUgBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xjmzSfd-9hk/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392116120370315282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSlCvZUgBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xjmzSfd-9hk/s320/DSC01067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V2B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSkLRV8zkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GPdRBVCocBk/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392115167410310722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSkLRV8zkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GPdRBVCocBk/s320/DSC01065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;V2D - the block I'm living in. The window above right where the stairs start descending,&lt;br /&gt;is my room. So, I also don't know I'm in the ground floor or the first floor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392123173506061218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSrdSX7E6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/s_l35Tia4kY/s320/DSC00771.JPG" /&gt;This is the intruder found. So now you can see the consequences of trespassing. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think it is not necessary to let you all take a look at my room so I don't take any photos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing special about it..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2080572223464254369?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2080572223464254369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2080572223464254369' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2080572223464254369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2080572223464254369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/10/village-2-in-utp.html' title='Village 2 in UTP'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/StSpjGGPsAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MfXgHPZEWjw/s72-c/DSC01111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5268754325534191975</id><published>2009-09-26T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:26:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconfident</title><content type='html'>Still remember once when my teacher asked me for the reason of rejecting her recommendation to make me the class monitor when I was still a Form One student, I answered, "I don't want to burden myself by giving myself additional responsibility." And guess what, I was scolded. Some sentences from her speech still remained in my mind until today. "How are you going to take care of your family, and how are you going to survive in future if you are scared of responsibilities?" It was then that I realised what a coward I was, not being dared enough to bear consequences due to a lack in confidence. Anyway, that incident caused no impact on me, how pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so irony for someone who is so unconfident in carrying most of the tasks in life, like me to ask others always to have faith in themselves. Recently, due to my lack in confidence and fear for bearing consequences, driving somehow appears to be a great challenge for me. When people ask me to drive, I'll try to reject. But, no worries because I'm working on it now. Wish me luck to find back my confidence in driving and in whatever things I do. I'm off to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5268754325534191975?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5268754325534191975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5268754325534191975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5268754325534191975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5268754325534191975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/09/unconfident.html' title='unconfident'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8296427919596194864</id><published>2009-09-12T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:15:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>Under the scorchingly hot sun, my shirt was soaking wet with perspiration, the perspiration of fear, disappointment and stress. Turning the knob, I gave the door a shove that it swung open widely. My little bed came right into sight. The textbook, calculator, stationery, papers in my bag were mentally so heavy that I had to drag my shoes along, all the way to my table. Prammm..., my bag got landed forcefully on the chair. The fan was switched to maximum speed. Taking off my shirt, I just fell onto my bed like a stone sinking into the sea. The sound of the fan was the only melody in my ears. I did not care if my sweaty back would make the bed sheet dirty. My shoes were still on and I was still in my tight jeans. With ear phones "plugged" in my ears, I was looking up at the fluorescent light. It was so bright. Many things flashed through my mind so quickly that I could barely remember them. Already Gone was the first song played. This sad song made me more emotional. My mind started to flutter and my eyelids were drooping. Soon, I found myself lying motionlessly with a calm yet depressed mind. I couldn't move a single muscle although I was still awake. Even if there was a man with a knife standing right in front of me, I think there won't be any reaction from me. I was so exhausted that even my involuntary reflex system couldn't function. Soon, I was sleeping like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's three already, which was the exact time my replacement chemistry lecture started. Taking my pencil case and calculator in one hand, I ran to the lecture hall. Gasping for air, I stepped into the lecture hall and found my lecturer standing inside. I was going to take a seat at the behind row when he suddenly shouted: "Hey you, come in front please!" I was still blurred at that time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8296427919596194864?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8296427919596194864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8296427919596194864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8296427919596194864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8296427919596194864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/09/tireness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3346585014850252226</id><published>2009-08-30T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:28:23.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Finally, it was weekend again but this was a special one because we would have Monday holiday. Moreover, my roommate went KL. So, the whole room was mine. Hahahahaha. But CY, I didn't touch you thing, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As free as a bird after my ICIS lab on friday noon, I washed my clothes and got my finger warm-up for FIFA09 by facebook-ing first. The tough France team got me rematching the game over and over again. My focus disconnected from FIFA when JL called me for badminton. Actually, I was considered beginner in badminton, and I think that's why JL invited me to play so he can bully me. Haha. Mason, CS and David followed along. It was nice. My badminton skills improved, by a minute amount, I think, maybe I hope. Exhausted, I accidentally kicked a senior's file left on the floor. Luckily, the senior was the friendly-type. The game left me with hangover - the aches and pain all around my body, as I didn't warm-up. In the evening, my friend rent a car and brought us out to Tronoh for food. We also went Taman Maju. AND one more thing, I was so reckless to leave my handphone on top of the car and finally realised it when we stopped for petrol-filling. Luckily, the handphone didn't fly off when the car was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing special on Saturday. I online the whole afternoon and went to play basketball in the evening. At night, I went to watch football with Mason. It was a big match. Manchester United vs Arsenal. MU led 2-1. At the last minute, Arsenal equalised but it was an offside violation. We shouted and cheered like hell until I was too excited to sleep. Anyway, it was not a good performance by MU. Later JL came to my room to sing and Arria came later on to chat. We planned to go for "sahur" at 6am but V2 cafe already closed so we headed back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I skipped Sunday morning. Bearing some mild muscle ache, I still went to play basketball at 10pm. We played with a few pro Malays. I was overcome with fatigue but it feels good to sweat this much. And one more thing, frankly, I really forgot about the National Day countdown. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was National Day but I didn't sense any spirit of patriotism around. No sports for Monday. My drama team spent about 3 hours to roughly finish a draft of our script. At night, I had to start rushing for chemistry tutorial. This was the consequences of having the quote "Revising and doing assignment are prohibited in weekends". I didn't even understand what the questions wanted and I wasn't sure what time only I could finish it. So please don't try this in university...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3346585014850252226?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3346585014850252226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3346585014850252226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3346585014850252226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3346585014850252226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-day-weekend.html' title='National Day Weekend'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3513801160919123278</id><published>2009-07-22T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:26:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to UTP</title><content type='html'>I got back to UTP at the 17th of July. It was a sad day for me as I had to leave my comfort zone and my family once again. No more mom's cooking but Malay food. No more fast internet but slow-crawling LAN. No more air-conditioned room but "spa room". No more TV programmes but lectures. The office in Block O had already closed when I reached there so I had to sleep at my friends' room. Shock was my only reaction when I saw one of my friends there with his newly-dyed gold colour hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went for registration for my room the other morning, I was told that there was no more rooms available for me in V2-A and V2-B where my friends lived. Yang and I were abadoned as we had to stay in V2-D. Our neighbours were all seniors who we didn't know. It was still crowded at 12am but silence fell at about 1am. The first thing that came into my eyes when I stepped into my room were lots and lots of cigarrette butts. I wonder how they could smoke until such level. And from the picture, you can also see the dust accumulated on the floor. The curtain was so dirty that I needed to wash it. It wasn't easy works at all to clean up the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360957878339955762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SmXyyWpI7DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D15JsX-PDBs/s320/DSC00753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cigarrettes butts and dust under my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360957870338785874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SmXyx41gwlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3YoBaWJHpEw/s320/DSC00754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zoomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360957890431738018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SmXyzDsC4KI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S6aO014FaYU/s320/DSC00756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About the lectures, they were boring as usual. The lecturers were a bit stricter. Both Chemistry and Physics lecturer like asking questions, so it was far more dangerous compared to last semester. I joined some events this semester as a committee and get a little more busy. I had to run over here and there to register for the labs and tutorials which almost drive me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Ipoh at the 18th before all the lectures started to buy some necessities. I bought nothing but only a big bottle of 5.5L water. Carrying it up and down the bus and travelling from places to places with it was tiring. And before we had to eat Malay food in the cafe for weeks, we indulged ourselves with something tempting in Ipoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360957882485242882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SmXyymFc_AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/84BBT00NrS4/s320/DSC00752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll enjoy more in the second semester here in UTP. But we'll see then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3513801160919123278?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3513801160919123278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3513801160919123278' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3513801160919123278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3513801160919123278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-utp.html' title='Back to UTP'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SmXyyWpI7DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/D15JsX-PDBs/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6301038621909667273</id><published>2009-07-09T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:16:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market</title><content type='html'>After being dragged away from my lovely bed, my mom brought me along to the market or I should say "pasar tani" this morning with my father. There were so many people. It had been quite a few years since my last time to the market. The sun was high up in the sky although it was just nine. There were lots of stalls selling all kinds of thing but I was engrossed with a fish stall. There were all kinds of fish, including two small hammerhead sharks. In the other hand, the fishmonger was chopping a big sword fish into parts. There were three or four more on his lorry as the picture taken. This is the first time I saw a real sword fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356443519853582722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SlXpAGxQ2YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jjFevvXN_PQ/s320/DSC00743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;see the sword fishes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464103327498690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SlX7uOL3gcI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a_n_m1vIoSM/s320/DSC00745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fruit stalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356464092588517538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SlX7tmLfqKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7trC3qMbPVM/s320/DSC00744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seas of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took only a few pictures because I thought that snapping pictures around in the market would make me look like a hyperactive child who had never been there. Haha. My parents briefed me about some vegetables and fruits but nothing was embedded in my mind. Haha. We bought a few things and headed home as soon as possible before it got even hotter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6301038621909667273?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6301038621909667273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6301038621909667273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6301038621909667273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6301038621909667273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/07/market.html' title='Market'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SlXpAGxQ2YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jjFevvXN_PQ/s72-c/DSC00743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5462751651556270733</id><published>2009-07-04T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:16:05.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Today is another ordinary day but I would like to make it a point on my life graph by jotting down some events happened today here. This morning, I woke up late, took my breakfast and stuck in front of my laptop again. At 2pm, my sis drove my bro and I to have our new haircut. She had to wait for about an hour and half to get us our new hairstyle. But, I think, the hour and half was worth waiting because my sis and mom said my hair is nice. Anyone who wish to see my new haircut? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before heading home, we dropped by Alor Star Mall to buy my bro a new pair of slippers. My bro only noticed that he left his slippers in one of the restaurants in Alor Star Mall before we stepped into our house. So, we headed back there and had a movie, "Ice Age 3" instead of going back. It was quite nice and funny but "Transformers 2, Revenge of the Fallen" is still top in my list of favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, there was a heavy downpour with deafening thunder. And, "thack"! the automatic switch or the fuse box closed the passage of electricity to protect the house's electrical appliances from the high-energy overvoltages caused by lightning. There was a blackout. We dared not turn the switch on again because the lightning can still be seen flashing across the sky. My family and I had dinner in a romantic atmosphere with candles all around. Mosquitoes and heat were the spoilers! hahaha. At about 11pm when we came out of the room, our house were engulfed by smoke. We forgot to close the electric cooker and the curry boiled until too dry. Don't worry, there were no sophisticated smoke detectors or water sprinkler mounted in my house. I am dry. I am safe. Just that the scorched food's smell will keep on haunting my house for another day, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5462751651556270733?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5462751651556270733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5462751651556270733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5462751651556270733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5462751651556270733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/07/ordinary-day.html' title='an ordinary day'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1688502261025060492</id><published>2009-06-26T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:55:39.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>origami robot</title><content type='html'>Boredom invaded me while I was having my daily task - online. Numbness forced me to stand up to move about before I became a statue in front of the laptop. Suddenly, I thought of doing something I used to do when I was a child. Opening the cupboard, I took out some pieces of papers and started trying to fold them into something, anything. Then, I got something. It looked like a jet. Anyway, it looked so... erm.. I should say incomplete. A second look at it gave me an idea that it could be the body part of a robot (inspired by transformer, although I haven't seen it yet). I started making other body parts and glued them together. Finally, I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351877548973736722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SkWwRnv3wxI/AAAAAAAAAII/qlKDatKAOYc/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also added a sword for "him".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351878929108247426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SkWxh9JlI4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/84OwntVa104/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351878932824388018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SkWxiK_k8bI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LtMYYkGQ2L4/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351878936961569250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SkWxiaZ9UeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mzA01bYzVt4/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I showed my mom and guess what. She said that I'm too free until have time to do these stuff. She'll give me some house chores. Haha. But really, I don't help my mom much in doing house chores after coming back from utp. Now, this robot is given to my cousin already. She will need it more than me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1688502261025060492?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1688502261025060492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1688502261025060492' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1688502261025060492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1688502261025060492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/06/origami-robot.html' title='origami robot'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SkWwRnv3wxI/AAAAAAAAAII/qlKDatKAOYc/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1579688980728574467</id><published>2009-06-13T03:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:08:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>Finally, I managed to finish Prison Break. After a long time, it comes to an end and I feel lighter now. Although I don't quite like the ending, I enjoy this drama a lot. Sincerely recommend it to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1579688980728574467?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1579688980728574467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1579688980728574467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1579688980728574467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1579688980728574467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/06/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2070958764731889715</id><published>2009-06-07T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:41:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想到就写</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;我好久没有用华语了。今天突然想写些东西，就在这里写下。&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和你真的是天渊之别。我在天，你在地。虽然我站得比你高，但是你站得比我稳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金钱上，我赚的比你多，可是风险比较大。你赚的比我少，但是你却赚得很安心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;意见上，我的可能比较特出，比较特别，但是你的永远是比较踏实的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然我在空中，我是飘浮着的，虽然你在地上，你是稳稳的站着的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     （“我”指的不是我自己。“你”并不是指定某某人。这只是我突然想到的。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灯光下的玻璃和黑暗中的钻石，你会选择哪一个呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;钻石会比玻璃珍贵多了，可是钻石之所以会珍贵是因为它闪闪发亮的能力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在黑暗中，不管你有多少潜能，你都无法展现出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，请珍惜机会，好好用你的优点，别因为害羞而错过机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      （好好用天赐给你的礼物。）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2070958764731889715?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2070958764731889715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2070958764731889715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2070958764731889715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2070958764731889715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='想到就写'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7998284124769397818</id><published>2009-05-24T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:03:22.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse</title><content type='html'>Just now I was studying Chemistry. I set a target that is to finish two chapters of Chemistry. Then, I talked to myself, if I can accomplish it, I'll go online as a reward. But at the same time, something flashed through my mind. It is something like if I cannot finish, I'll go online as a way to relax. It is an excuse. My mind made an excuse for me so quickly. If can, consider as reward, if cannot, consider as relax. What a excuse! I think I'm used to give excuse in whatever things I have done wrong. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7998284124769397818?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7998284124769397818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7998284124769397818' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7998284124769397818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7998284124769397818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/05/excuse.html' title='excuse'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1211679643814676062</id><published>2009-05-22T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:49:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laze</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, I find myself harder to get motivated. I could not figure out the reasons. No more passion in doing many things. I think I'll end up like the japanese shumo if I continue to laze around like this. Just like mud, boneless and always lying around only. I have disappointed many people and I have lost many times. I can't really continue to see my condition now. A final word to myself: Wake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1211679643814676062?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1211679643814676062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1211679643814676062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1211679643814676062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1211679643814676062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/05/laze.html' title='laze'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7539354399908119959</id><published>2009-05-09T02:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:46:08.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foun Da Theme Camp</title><content type='html'>It was a three day camp in Kem NurNikman. It was quite long ago so I can't really recall all the events. We purposely changed to the last group to be with the whole gangs of friends: Mason, Kelvin, Arrian, Chang Siong, Chia Yang, Jia Liang, Ming Heng, Jin Rong and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we reached the campsite in a rather bored condition. Erecting our own tent was the first thing we do. Yang, Chang Siong and shared a tent. After our lunch, we played the high elements. It was quite fun except the push-up part. Then, the highlight of the day was the flying fox. Our flying-fox was different. The common one was by holding onto something with our hands while moving downwards but we were hung like superman. And so, we did lots of styles like acting like superman or ultraman. Haha. At first, we climbed up a structure about three storey high. I took the plunge and experienced free fall only for half a second. Then I did the finishing touch by performing the swimming style. When we reached the other end, we had to cross the river back to the other side. The current is quite fast and I nearly fell. At night, we were blindfolded and asked to form a long straight line by holding the front people's shoulder. We were brought around the campsite. Orders were passed from the front like "Ada batu, angkat kaki, uphill, downhill, squad down, ....." Anyway, many other silly orders came out of nowhere. And when the order "squad down" was passed down, it spread so fast that the whole line of people squad down although only the obstruction was still far away for the people behind. It was so funny. We walked for almost 2 hours. The objective was to let us feel for the blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was begun with the morning exercise. Damn sleepy by that time. I think I was running with my eyes closed. After breakfast, we started some team building games. The first challenge was the spider web. We had to carry all people over the "web" without touching it. The second one is the land mine. We failed the game as almost 3 quarter of our group members "died". The third game was continued after the lunch. Given 4 bigs piece of wood and thick ropes, we were demanded to cross an imaginary river. So, we built something like a bridge to get pass to the other side. The last game was the electric fence where we have to transfer the whole team one by one over the fence to the other side. We broke the record! At night, we were brought up the hill to have a night view. The starlit sky was beyond description. It was so mesmerising. When we walked out back to the campsite, my friends and I nearly lost track of the people in front. We kept running and had to avoid the thorns from plants. I was so grateful that there was no rain that night. The night didn't end there. We had ghost stories-telling session. We circled around and started that session. After some times, we felt cold and retired for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also awaken at the third morning for exercising. Then, we had three more games. In the first game, we were given two big sheets of clothes where we had to stand on it and kept putting the other one in front to progress until we crossed the finishing line. My group, Delta won. After that, we were divided into Kampung Minyak Wangi and Kampung Sampah. The situation was both kampung's villagers wanna get pass to the other side by crossing a plank, the "brigde". We had to cooperate by crossing the bridge without falling down from the plank. Lots of "hugging". The third game was the A-frame where there was a pilot in the middle while the A structure was pulled by four ropes controlled by other members. The pulling and releasing of ropes by certain sides would make the frame moved forward and continued progressing. Then, we tidied our stuff and kept the tent before departing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt quite a lot of things there. But the most important thing I learnt is KEEP FIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336507060244739522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sg8U5bNAdcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/e1aZWSTrkM0/s320/DSC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends and I before playing the flying fox. See whose face looks afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(From left: Mason, Arrian, Me, Jia Liang, Ming Heng, Chang Siong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7539354399908119959?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7539354399908119959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7539354399908119959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7539354399908119959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7539354399908119959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/05/foun-da-theme-camp.html' title='Foun Da Theme Camp'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/Sg8U5bNAdcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/e1aZWSTrkM0/s72-c/DSC00024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5964062014137860356</id><published>2009-05-02T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:45:07.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My room in UTP</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures of my room in UTP. It is small and quite hot. I purposely spent some time tiding my room a bit before taking pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-W63-kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TnoEjCTX1yM/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331137130204232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-W63-kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TnoEjCTX1yM/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My messy cupboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-BlTVWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gXc3EPjdqNI/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331137124476605794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-BlTVWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gXc3EPjdqNI/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely little bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-HTEyvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DYzTfGqsgBc/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331137126010768114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-HTEyvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DYzTfGqsgBc/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The table which I do my assignments and the Cadbury rack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took from the MPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA9xDsOgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/35V6Q3lnHQ4/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331137120040663554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA9xDsOgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/35V6Q3lnHQ4/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The way I hang my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA9tLCpwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UPkH7RI3luM/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331137118997751554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA9tLCpwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UPkH7RI3luM/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cupboard and locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5964062014137860356?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5964062014137860356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5964062014137860356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5964062014137860356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5964062014137860356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-room-in-utp.html' title='My room in UTP'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SfwA-W63-kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TnoEjCTX1yM/s72-c/DSC00416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3961953034432621947</id><published>2009-05-01T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:18:38.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ever try to skip class</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, I played truant. As my moral debate was approaching, my team mate and I decided to skip our two hour chemistry tutorial to search for data in the IRC for the debate. It was my first time in UTP, if I'm not mistaken. I asked my friend to sign the attendance list for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about fifteen minutes in IRC, I received a call from LJL, saying that I "kantoi" already. The tutor had already realised that someone signed for me as no one answered when he called my name in the class. Initially, I made my decision to ignore it. Anyway, the internet connection in IRC was so slow at that time, so I decided to go back to class. When I entered the class, I saw that my name on the list had been cancelled and the tutor asked whether my name was the one cancelled. The whole class laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the end. He directly asked me to do a tutorial question on the white board. No one had the answer and I hadn't done it. Anyway, I went out and gave it a try. I couldn't get the answer. Handing me the sheet with answer, he said "Stop torturing yourself, just copy it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     @#$%!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guessed my name will be painted black in his mind forever. Haiz, first try already "Kantoi"! I think I have messed with the wrong guy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3961953034432621947?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3961953034432621947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3961953034432621947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3961953034432621947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3961953034432621947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-ever-try-to-skip-class.html' title='Don&apos;t ever try to skip class'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2194564523935135947</id><published>2009-04-21T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:47:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watermelon</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I went Ipoh with my friends. Again, we went nowhere but Jusco and Tesco. I think I just bought a ring file. What I wanted to highlight on that day was an embarass event. My friends were paying at the Tesco counter and asked me to take a watermelon. Without lingering, I rushed to the fruit section, grabbed one and ran. All I was thinking was they were waiting for me. When I reached the counter, then only did I realise that I forgot to get the watermelon weighed and price-tagged. And so, I ran all the way back to the fruit section again to get it price-tagged. Then, I recalled the situation earlier, that was when I'm hugging a big watermelon and running like hell. It was just like I was stealing a watermelon... I was so embarrassed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2194564523935135947?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2194564523935135947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2194564523935135947' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2194564523935135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2194564523935135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/04/watermelon.html' title='watermelon'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-175640692874214000</id><published>2009-04-17T17:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:37:43.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures in UTP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Injured finger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325591932502860002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehNpXuE4OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lHnE7pjqIec/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehK8ajXwrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K-cY7VwvHlw/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325588961145897650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehK8ajXwrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K-cY7VwvHlw/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my finger while playing basketball. I went to the clinic and get my fingers bandaged. I was also given some pain killers and medicine for swelling. The first picture was the one after I trimmed the wooden splint. Before that, it was like the second picture. There was no smaller wooden splinter in the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor George Fitzgerald Smoot's visit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehK8BhKAPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_5paotk4TYg/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325588954425721074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehK8BhKAPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_5paotk4TYg/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJoWNrFXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k1K1Bh1ih1o/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325587516872136050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJoWNrFXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/k1K1Bh1ih1o/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325587511745692770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJoDHbxGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cof-Lv4XaXg/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Professor George Fitzgerald Smoot is the Nobel Prize Winner in Physics (2006). He is here for the Bridges-Dialogues Towards a Culture of Peace entitled Contemplating the Birth of the Universe. I don't know much about the universe but I found it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross Cultural Melodious Show 2009 – Melodious Rendezvous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJngiyYlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTQvxBu2jIg/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325587502465180242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJngiyYlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nTQvxBu2jIg/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJnoG-grI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fReDwv0fe4o/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325587504496018098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehJnoG-grI/AAAAAAAAAF4/fReDwv0fe4o/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went for the Cross Cultural Melodious Show 2009 – Melodious Rendezvous, organised by Universiti Teknologi PETRONAS Orchestra Chinese Musical (UTPOCM) . It was a great one. A well-known "er hu" solonist from Shanghai Conservatory of Music, Miss Xiyao Chen, said to be top ten in the world and a famous conductor were invited to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F1 activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325590751793092354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehMkpO7lwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gRXxU8xJfmQ/s320/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325585829633947506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehIGIwvd3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/R98f69paOvY/s320/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehIF7NbeaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/f_meCUSfRX0/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325585825996175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehIF7NbeaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/f_meCUSfRX0/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehIFhAMn6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3p1egLvPq-0/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325585818961354658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehIFhAMn6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3p1egLvPq-0/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lecture, I went to the Chancellor Complex, with SLIPPERS, only to realise that there was an event that day. I saw many secondary school students, maybe from the F1 in Schools Programme. A foreign guy surrounded by many people passed by. It was later then I found out that he is one of the F1 players. I also missed his performance in the evening. What a waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My co-curriculum-Modern Music (Alto Saxophone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehG9xRrn4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6OxyndxIeHE/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325584586379075458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehG9xRrn4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6OxyndxIeHE/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Poster Presentation for English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehG9i1CE1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lj4s5Ls7gNk/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325584582500815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehG9i1CE1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Lj4s5Ls7gNk/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-175640692874214000?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/175640692874214000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=175640692874214000' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/175640692874214000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/175640692874214000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-in-utp.html' title='Pictures in UTP'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SehNpXuE4OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lHnE7pjqIec/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6477160455624912169</id><published>2009-04-06T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:47:03.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Semester Break</title><content type='html'>I had a 9 days mid semester break on the 20th of March. I went back with my senior's car, a Honda Civic or City. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other morning, a call from Brendan woke me up. "Wei, CC, I'll go fetch you now, ok?" I jumped up and rushed to the toilets to prepare myself for the first day in Alor Star since I went back to UTP after taking SPM results. Who knows, maybe I'll see a pretty girl. I rushed out after hearing some honkings and Gary was in the Brendan's Peugeot also. We met with Chee Wah and Kee Peow at Simpang Kuala. They called Kee Peow bad guy due to his "prisoner hairstyle". Instead of Kee Peow's suggestion of eating "Ba Kut Tiea", we went to Alor Star mall. We met Fang and Jian Hao there. We had lunch at UNO cafe and chit-chatted for an hour. They brought me to KSAH, our secondary school after that. We walked around, taking pictures and sat inside 5 Gamma where we used to chit-chat all the time. Brushing through the cobweb of time, lots of memories flashed through my mind. The PAS Cup, Hairstyle-Rainy Day, punishments by teachers, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Wil Bond asked me to school again to thank all teachers. Chia Soon drove me there. The ride was slow but steady. All my other friends were already there. All of them were there to verify their documents, instead of thanking our teachers. Haha. The principal was having a meeting so we went to City Plaza first. We had McDonald again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school again on Tuesday to handle some procedures for the LCCI certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually spent most of my time at home with my brother. My PC broke out, so the only entertainment left is TV. So, when my Pc finally done repaired, my bro and I watched the Hong Kong drama, E.U. Quite nice but I don't manage to finish all the episode so I bring some to UTP. I treated Jia Liang's Acer as my TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday and Saturday, I went to SP and Bukit Pinang for All Soul's Day. I met my cousin, Wei Jing there. We talked quite a lot about university's life. Then, we prayed and ate so much. It's a long time since we gathered like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mid semester break, I had pork, meat, fish, fruits, everything. My sis brought me to Pizza Hut and also Alor Star Mall's cinema for the movie "Race to the Witch Mountain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the nine days and lI'm looking forward for my next break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6477160455624912169?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6477160455624912169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6477160455624912169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6477160455624912169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6477160455624912169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/04/mid-semester-break.html' title='Mid Semester Break'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7701500709190872806</id><published>2009-04-06T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:46:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United vs Aston Villa (5/4/09)</title><content type='html'>After discussing about the drama presentation, I rushed back to my hostel to put all my stuff and flew to the common room. It is because the clock had already struck 10.50. I was informed that Manchester United's formation is quite weak due to injuries of many major players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the match started. Aston Villa seemed to be a stronger team in the first few minutes until Manchester United was awarded a free kick in the penalty box due to back pass violation. Christiano Ronaldo netted it in a flash. Anyway, before the match ended, Carew equalised back with a header. All of us in the common room signed in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second half, Mason and I went to the RZM cafe. I ordered a big glass of milo. I nearly decided to go back to sleep when Agborlahor scored, making it 2-1. Several changes had been made and Manchester United seemed to dominate the game. At the 80th minutes, Christiano Ronaldo's ball curved right into the right corner. All MU supporters shouted in joys. 90 minutes had passed but there were 5 minutes of injury time. In the last 15 minutes, MU had a couple of good chances but they failed to score. Then in the 92nd minutes, MacHeda, a new player I think turned and shot. The ball curved past Brad Friedel, followed by shouts of "GOAL"! Mason and I jumped out and shouted loudly. We kept hitting the table and shouting. The celebration almost lasted for 5 minutes. So, in the last, MU got all 3 points with 3-2 as the final results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed an exciting game. And, I can't sleep after the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7701500709190872806?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7701500709190872806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7701500709190872806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7701500709190872806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7701500709190872806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/04/manchester-united-vs-aston-villa-5409.html' title='Manchester United vs Aston Villa (5/4/09)'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4569267819966263301</id><published>2009-04-01T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:59:06.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>I started to like eating apples when I'm in Form 4, both green and red. I think it started like this : "Why the apples in the fridge are left to be rotten everytime? Eat more fruits, please!" My father and mother always urged me and my siblings to have more fruits and vegetables. So, I pay heed to that advice and now I'm slightly addicted to apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another factor is I like to peel apples. I learnt how to peel an apple from my mom and sis. I noticed that everytime they don't let the apple's skin torn off until almost the whole apple is peeled off the skin. Therefore, I tried and tried and finally I succeeded. Haha. I used to watch TV while peeling the apple but now apples are hardly available here in UTP. Besides, I also eat apples on my way to my tuition. I like doing so because first, as a dessert after dinner and second, it prevents my mouth(breath) from getting stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of eating apples are first, never have constipation and second, I'll be getting further away from Chia Soon, Yin, Min Yee, Megat, Tamim, Nazrin and Wan Khalis they all. It is because of the saying, "An apple a day, keep the doctor away!" So, sorry for my doctor friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4569267819966263301?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4569267819966263301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4569267819966263301' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4569267819966263301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4569267819966263301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1084809316835270017</id><published>2009-03-16T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:35:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are rich people getting prettier?</title><content type='html'>"Are rich people getting prettier?" This question suddenly flashed through my mind when I'm on my way back to UTP. First of all, I'll talk about the title. What I mean is "will the current generation or the next generation or next next generation or next next next generation from a rich family which continues to remain wealthy from generation to generation becomes more attractive in appearance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy or lady is rich, he/she will have money to buy some cosmetics for makeup. He/She will have the money to buy fancy clothes and other adornments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy or lady is rich, he/she will have money for plastic surgery and other alternatives to lose weight, to get taller or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a guy or lady is rich, he/she will most probably marry a beautiful wife/husband. This means that their child may be prettier due to the other life partner's genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most rich guys or ladies are stuffed with "nutrients" by their parents when they were children and they will continue eating with a big appetite and grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, most rich guys or ladies prefer to enjoy their life in their comfortable environment than going for sports, games which makes them look "tak bersemangat" and they can't get slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(No offense to anyone who is rich!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1084809316835270017?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1084809316835270017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1084809316835270017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1084809316835270017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1084809316835270017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-rich-people-getting-prettier.html' title='Are rich people getting prettier?'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8517542750599497570</id><published>2009-03-06T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:24:23.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ambition</title><content type='html'>Since young, I dreamed to become a famous inventor, just like Thomas Edison or a famous artist like Leonardo Da Vinci. Anyway, when I grew older, I realised that my dream is a dream because I think I can't work for it. FIFA World Cup 2002 made me a football fan. My passion for football once made me dreaming of being a national team football player but being a rational student, my answer is "nope, I won't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 16, I started having the interest towards engineering as I began to watch some National Geography and Discovery programmes at that time. And, I liked to do some small, peculiar but useless stuff with sticks, papers and rubber bands. I tried many but only a few were successfully produced and one of them was my rubber ball. Considering all these, I think I like Mechanical Engineering (Mechatronic actually, to be more specified) as it involved movement. Anyway, I also like architecture, astronomy, Civil Engineering, Electrical and Electronic Engineering. Too many things already, I think. So, suddenly there was a question orbitting around my head. Is it that I actually like new knowledge and too much exposure to programmes and new things about ME led me to the wrong thought that I like ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, actually, I think I still hold tight onto my first ambition---inventor. I like to design things although I'm not good at it. I like to solve problems that made everyone's brain swell. So, I like to learn new but easy things that other people seldom do. To conclude all in a nutshell, I think I just like to earn respect from others and be remembered until maybe 200 years later. And the strange part is I seldom take money as a factor in deciding my ambition.&lt;br /&gt;*Seldom ≠ never&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8517542750599497570?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8517542750599497570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8517542750599497570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8517542750599497570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8517542750599497570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ambition.html' title='My Ambition'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5196756088373081453</id><published>2009-03-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:53:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ist of March</title><content type='html'>I'm 18 now, quite old for cartoons already but I still like cartoons. And now, I can watch some cinema movies that some of my friends cannot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first birthday away from home. At 12 am on the 1st of March, my friends were singing birthday song for me. As most of them only knew my birthday that midnight, there were no presents. And, they suggested to let me play an interesting game as my present. They filled a paper with names and pasted it on the door. The light was off. They started asking questions and asked me to throw the darts to see which name was struck. We couldn't stop laughing as their questions were so silly and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, quite a few friends back in Alor Star remembered my birthday and I appreciated it a lot. My family sent me a birthday card. Although I haven't received it yet (hostel supervisor says letter will only reach in 3 weeks), I was so touched. I wanted to go home. My sister promised to give me a treat. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11pm on 01/03/09, I watched the Carling Cup final, Manchester United vs Tottenham Hospur. My birthday ended with Manchester United lifting the Carling Cup trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 now. New goals need to be set and there are lots of things I need to learn and improve upon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5196756088373081453?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5196756088373081453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5196756088373081453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5196756088373081453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5196756088373081453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/03/ist-of-march.html' title='Ist of March'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-72394207939184991</id><published>2009-02-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:40:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acidic Saliva</title><content type='html'>Few days ago, I suddenly recalled a scene from the movie "Jurassic Park". The scene is that the saliva from the T-Rex dinosaur seems sizzling when it drops to the ground. It's probably showing that the saliva is either corrosive or hot. And, I assume it to be acidic. I wonder is it because the T-Rex is a carnivore and makes prey of other huge dinosaurs only, and so it should have highly acidic saliva for enzymes like protease to digest proteins. Maybe it is just that the movie wants to highlight the T-Rex "superiority". Or is it just a figment of my imagination and there is no this particular scene in Jurassic Park?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-72394207939184991?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/72394207939184991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=72394207939184991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/72394207939184991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/72394207939184991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/02/acidic-saliva.html' title='Acidic Saliva'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5779449502399206774</id><published>2009-02-25T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:41:41.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>I always think that I'm a kind friend and always considerate and care for people's feelings. But recently, I realised that I'm actually not that kind of person. Is it that in the old times when I made fun of my friends and my friends said nothing? Or it depends on people to determine whether what I'm doing is over the limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who is very nervous and he wants confirmation for everything, twice or thrice. Sometimes, when I'm focusing on something, he kept asking me things. Recently, I actually showed my frustrated expression to him. And, he kept saying sorry for that. And not long after that, he told me that he is going to leave my school as he is not suitable for engineering. I kind of feeling guilty for that. Is it because of my reluctancy to help him that causes him to think like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno whether I'm feeling guilty now or feeling scared that actually all people had that impression towards me. Am I a considerate person? Am I? I kept self-reflecting and suddenly I found I had a lot to do to improve my attitude towards friends and other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5779449502399206774?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5779449502399206774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5779449502399206774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5779449502399206774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5779449502399206774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i.html' title='Am I?'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6418038653600908925</id><published>2009-02-06T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:23:52.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog Here</title><content type='html'>(-o-) , so sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late almost every night recently. My definition for late is 1 to3 am. Don't get scared. It's not because of assignments or revisions. I just went to my friends' room to waste time. I found myself lazy and I just can't get back into school life for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've learnt some new things or I should say starting learning. For now, I'm learning swimming (free style) and I'd paid RM50 to get a new Speedo goggle from Tesco. Actually, I'd just learnt once, planning for the second. I've never touch anything related to music before and now I'm learning flute in Chinese Orchestra. Amazed with people solving the rubik cube, I bought a cheap one too, still struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I feel relieved here is that I can watch FOOTBALL here. Haha. We had a common room with a FEW Astro channels. Each person has to pay RM5 per semester for that, COMPULSORY. However, I usually watch football match in the V6 cafe in UTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends in Alor Star kept attracting me to go back. There're  messages like these that I receive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          "I cannot sleep lo tonight because I want to go Genting tomorrow already ..."&lt;br /&gt;          "There'll be a gathering in CSC's house ... but sorry, I forget you are in UTP."&lt;br /&gt;          "I'm in CSC's home now. Very happy with others ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially for the one who "terasa": Don't force me to run back! I'll jump over the fence, get away from the security, climb over the mountains, cross the rivers, pass the jungle and run all the way back to ..... you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6418038653600908925?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6418038653600908925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6418038653600908925' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6418038653600908925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6418038653600908925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-blog-here.html' title='First Blog Here'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4157804622988219512</id><published>2009-01-07T16:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:22:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days in National Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was among the lucky ones who were selected to join National Service this year. Being in the first badge, we had to go there on the 27th of December, 2008. That morning, we gathered at Stadium Darul Aman. There were lots of people there. I boarded the second bus to Dusun Minda Resort, Kuala Nerang as I reached there quite late. Carrying a luggage, a backpack and a pail full of things was a big challenge for me. It was damn heavy. After bidding farewell with my family, the bus departed. Bus number - ??? 4218. And here I come, National Service! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was bumpy. We reached the camp site at about 11a.m. There was a swimming pool. BUT can only be used by the guests of the resort. All of us were gathered in Dewan Tun Abdul Razak. We were given our room number, a pillow, a blanket, a plate, a cup, a spoon and a set of bed cover after handing up all the documents. All our things were checked before we entered our cottage. They were looking for cigarrettes. I met Chik when I entered my room, that is A11-3. I gave my parents a call. Then, a few minutes later, Akmal came in. We started introducing ourselves. Lunch was provided at 12:30pm. I was relieved after having a look at the bathroom. We rushed to padang kawat lama to resemble for group-dividing. There were 4 groups, that was Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta. My group was Alpha. After that, in order to elect a new group leader, a few trainees and I were selected to give commands but I wasn't chosen. On the second day, trainees from Penang and Perak finally arrived. K.J. from Penang and Amirul from Perak were my new room mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll talk about my friends and trainers. I met some old friends and knew a couple of new friends: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chinese - K.J., Jian Tong, Ah Keong, Jian Lee, Wen Jun(Penang), Ah Tong, Sam(Perak), Chia&lt;br /&gt;Ching, Michael, Justin, Soon Theng, Yang Wei, Han Jun, Zhi Yang(Kedah), ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malay - Sayuti, Akmal, Chik , Irfan, Akmal(K), Ridzuan, Zuffar, Amirul, ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indian - Naren, Para, Kolgi, Tira, Puni, ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siam - Pramot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trainers- Cikgu Ismail, Cikgu Raul, Cikgu Zul, Cikgu Yusof, Cikgu Taib, Cikgu Azi, Cikgu Seha, ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Except a few stupid babarians, all trainees there were quite friendly. The trainers were also very friendly, helpful and humerous. My funny room mates kept begging me and K.J. to teach them some chinese sentences. Pramot taught us Thai while we taught him Chinese. I didn't jot down but I remembered some &lt;em&gt;like ku chop su, kin kao, su shuai, ku lo, ku tong kan kin mee, .... &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I didn't manage to learn Hindu.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taken for a trip round Dusun Minda Resort and briefed about some future activities like flying-fox, obstacles run, jungle-trekking, canoeing, .... which I didn't manage to try. But before all that, I forget to mention that I'm the first one to be cut off my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289489577884721394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SWgKvwTzIPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8RFR1W-w5bs/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few Landmarks in Dusun Minda Resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289505350533008578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SWgZF2AMTMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H_J0_-mvVNk/s320/untitled+2.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cottage A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Above is the landmarks I could remember and my cottage. Although it wasn't drawn to scale and not 100% similar, I think it was something like that la. It was quite blur, so if you wanna take a closer look, copy it down. Haha. For your info, the dark blue one of cottage A is our bathroom. Our accomodation was quite good. 6 Persons a cottage with 6 beds and lockers, 2 fans and 2 lamps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food there was quite nice. 6 meals a day that is breakfast at 7:30am, tea break at 10:30am, lunch at 12:30pm, tea break again at 4:30pm, dinner at 6:30pm and supper at 10:30pm. Chicken or fish as the main protein, one or two dishes of vegetables, and fruits. I went for the medics once for gastric problems, not because the food wasn't enough but I because didn't eat according to time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every trainee was given two sets of pakaian celoreng, two sets of pakaian kelas, two sets of pakaian sukan, two celoreng T-shirts. I learned ways to polish my boots from Chik. My boots were so shining as I got a new one. Ways to tie my boots, how to wear the marching uniform, and even ways to tidy our beds were taught by the trainers. Some particular uniforms and shirts can be sent to the dobby. We had to wash the other shirts we brought ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for the activities, I managed to march one time, went to Pokok Sena's Buddha class once, finished Kontrak Kita Janji, attended Charater Building classes three days, i think, Bleep Test, etc. Nohting much to talk about the marching part. The Buddha class was quite fun. We sang songs out loud in the bus on our journey back to the camp. The Kontrak Kita Janji was an activity for all 4 groups to present their promise to the trainers like promised to be punctual, etc. Each team even made their own flag, motto, slogan and song. The Character Building classes had some games that contain some moral values needed to inculcate in life. The Bleep Test was a physical test. I passed the test with level 6.6. Haha. At night when all Muslims went praying during Maghrib, I think, non-Muslims were gathered in Dewan Makan. For the first night, Cikgu Zul let us played a game that was passing the bottle around. Punishment will be given to the one holding it when the music stopped. The purpose was for ice-breaking and encourage us to show the real part of us without feeling embarassed. For the other nights, we gathered there to watch TV, play chess and learn Thai. Ah Tong's and Ah Keong's chinese chess skill were good. I had the chance to play sepak takraw and football a while during leisure time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a good 10 days experience. Although I could not try the flying-fox, the gun-shooting part, etc, I hope all the trainees there will have an enjoyable time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4157804622988219512?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4157804622988219512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4157804622988219512' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4157804622988219512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4157804622988219512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-days-in-national-service.html' title='10 days in National Service'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SWgKvwTzIPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8RFR1W-w5bs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7743000239300507899</id><published>2008-12-22T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:56:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Match</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to declare that I'm a Manchester United fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, there was a major match yesterday, that is Arsenal vs Liverpool. At about twelve, I was in YZD's house with YZD and OYY sitting in front of his LCD TV. I was still considering to support which team. There were soft drinks, junk foods and a comfortable sofa. Then, the whistle was blown and the match started. YZD in his Arsenal jersey was so excited when Arsenal led 1-0 in the 24th minutes. Just before half time, OYY's team, Liverpool pulled the score back to a 1-1 tie. During half time, YZD cooked some mees for his hungry friends. With a pair of chopstick in hand, we continued watching the second half until the match ended. So, the biggest winner was me, as both Arsenal and Liverpool only managed to get one point. Haha. Haha. Hahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great experience, although the match wasn't played by my team. Anyway, just to inform you all, despite Nemanja Vidic's sent off in the 49th minutes, Manchester United won the FIFA Club World Cup earlier that night with the help of Wayne Rooney who scored the winning goal in 74th minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7743000239300507899?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7743000239300507899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7743000239300507899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7743000239300507899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7743000239300507899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/football-match.html' title='Football Match'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1192997690064830947</id><published>2008-12-18T16:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:43:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edu Camp in UTP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have you heard of UTP, that is Universiti Teknologi Petronas? I'm sure you do, and that's the place I spent three days from 14th of Decenber to 16th of December. For those who doesn't know this place, it is located in Tronoh, Perak. I was there to participate in Edu Camp organised by UTP, with a few other friends, who were TCY, Nicholas, CSC, LJL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I brief through some programmes in the Edu Camp. First of all, we started with the registration part. Once we registered, we would be given room keys. I was in the same room with TCY. Our room was P 01-02, V5-H Propana. Two fans, two lockers, two tables and two beds. That's all inside our room. So, the bathroom was quite nice and clean. When we placed all our things into the room, we walked all the way to Chancellor Hall. It was huge and magnificient. After handing our relevant documents, we were given a name tag with examination code. The introduction part was a bit boring. They talked something about Petronas' business, scholarship offered and life in UTP. As we had to wear formal clothes, the surrounding appeared to be a bit hot although the hall was air-conditioned. After the dull talk, we had to queue up for about 10 minutes to get our lunch. Then, we had a test, called Critical Reasoning Test. I didn't manage to finish the test, so I thought I won't be able to qualify for UTP already. At night, we were informed about the interview session and examination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When the clock struck seven the other day, we had our breakfast. Then, TCY, Nicholas and I headed for the Main Hall to take a test, known as English Placement Test. I had about 5 hours before the next test. So, we went to the library. It was just beside the Chancellor Hall. It was breathtaking, I would say. The surrounding was comfortable and it was an ideal place to read some books. It was well-equipped with all kinds of facilities too. At three, we walked to the Main Hall again for Value Profiling. Right after dinner, we stepped into the Chancellor Hall again for Motivational Talk. Just to let you all know, we had an apple for supper the first night and a pear the other night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281053092061769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SUoRzphR7aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nm7Htk76_lI/s320/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;UTP's library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The third day was the interview session. I was in Session B with four others as a group. Our case study had something to do with Corporate Social Responsibility(CSR). It was tough to me. Moreover, the question requested us for ways by government to make this CSR successful. I was blanked. First, we were being interviewed individually. The two interviewers kept putting me into some kind of predicament by asking some unpredictable questions. The 10 minutes passed by so slowly. After that, all five of us entered the room again for group interview. We were asked to talk about the related topic again for 20 minutes and gave them a final conclusion. Due to lack of understanding and knowledge about CSR, we finished it in 10 minutes only. Hopefully it won't affect our impression and marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throughout the three days, I met a few friends from different states. I knew someone from Malacca, that is Ming Hern. Mr. Ng XX from Penang, Syaqil, Kamil, Guo Qiang and Shahzuan. All candidates there were so clever. Most Malays conversed in English fluently. It just dawned on me that I'm not even part of the tip of an iceberg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1192997690064830947?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1192997690064830947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1192997690064830947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1192997690064830947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1192997690064830947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/edu-camp-in-utp.html' title='Edu Camp in UTP'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SUoRzphR7aI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nm7Htk76_lI/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-9112887335061651026</id><published>2008-12-12T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:18:15.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Phase</title><content type='html'>After SPM, it's now a totally different life for me. I'm no longer a Form 5 boy who only needs to care about his study. No more time for football, badminton, table tennis and swimming. No more time to be spent with my family and friends. But I think I still manage to spare some time for daydreaming. For now, my life seemed to be scheduled. Many yet to be accomplished tasks must be done in a limit of time. One comes after another. It's too soon for me. Time passes by stealthily.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a major change in everything, especially the environment. I have to confront with new challenges set by myself as well as those set by the society. It's a phase for me. A phase that needs a couple of big decisions that will mould my future life. A phase that is so crucial in paving the way to my dreams and ambition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm going to leave my comfort zone, I need to learn many new things. In order to minimise my dependence over my family, knowledge is crucial. Life out there may be what I treasure, but do I really have the capability to survive? It'll certainly turn out to be tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all the phases will change naturally......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-9112887335061651026?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/9112887335061651026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=9112887335061651026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9112887335061651026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9112887335061651026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-of-phase.html' title='Change of Phase'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8376345999616795590</id><published>2008-12-10T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:41:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>Time passed by so fast and my holiday trip to KL ended in a twinkling of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 5th of December, my parents, my bro and I departed when the clock struck 12:05am. The whole journey took only 5 hours before we reached Pudu bus stop. The air conditioned bus made our journey a cold one and kept us sneezing. After 10 minutes, my third sis, xin and "lampard" came to fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my second sis(hwei)'s home first where we unpacked all our things. We were already out there having breakfast when the sky was still dark. I had "harmee". The bowl of "harmee" seemed to be a bit big and most people spoke in cantonese which confused me a lot. Soon after that, we made a visit to IKEA. Cars could be seen lumbering slowly bumper-to-bumper along the way to IKEA. Fly-overs were usual structures in KL. IKEA was indeed a great place. All the things were arranged so coordinately and labelled clearly. The show rooms were fantastic. Different types of furniture full of creativity and innovation were equipped in sample dining rooms, washing rooms, kitchens,... There were tags informing us the function and other details of each furniture. Before long, we headed towards "The Curve". It was a huge shopping mall. We ended our tiring day with a dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, my bro and I lived in xin's apartment. Her room mates reared some kind of flying squirrels, feeding on apples. Her apartment looked rather comfortable and it will not be as nice as home. The guards looked responsible and the safety measures of the apartment were good. We went Batu Cave to have a look. 272 steps, i think and each steps were about 15-16cm high. So, for me, the energy consumed to get up there was approximately 20.8kJ. Later, we decided to go Mid Valley but traffic jam prevented us from entering. Out of ideas, we just went dinner. At night, we planned to take LRT to KLCC but we couldn't afford to let our parents to walk all the way to the LRT station and so, the plan shattered. Anyway, we went for a midnight movie in Pavilion. The movie was "Twilight", a love story between a vampire and a human. I'm so sleepy and I managed to stay awake until the movie ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third morning, due to the erratic weather, our trip to Zoo Negara was replaced to Sunway Pyramid. We had a long day shopping, or I should say window-shopping. Anyway, "Santa" (my mom) did give my something --- a shirt, saying that I'll be having National Service while they were shopping for New Year's clothes by then. At dusk, we went pasar malam near hwei's place. It was big. We were spoilt for choice, especially for food. It was so crowded. At night, we slept early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, after filling our stomaches, we headed home. Home sweet home. Here I come. The trip was so enjoyable and memorable. I had the opportunities to spend more time with my family members and knew a bit about my sisters' lives in KL. All I could say is I love my family and I hope to spend more time with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't feel touched, because it's my life, not yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should spend more time with your family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8376345999616795590?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8376345999616795590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8376345999616795590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8376345999616795590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8376345999616795590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7740206761356699715</id><published>2008-12-04T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:50:21.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after SPM</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's me again on do-imagine-who.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st of December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after SPM, I joined my friends to a movie in Alor Star Mall's cinema. As TCY had said, we met Jonathan who just came back from Australia. He looked taller and I dared not stand beside him. Madagascar 2 was on screen. We bought tickets, popcorn and drinks. The cinema looked cool and it's cold inside. YZD, Jonathan, TCY, OYY, OCS, TML, KWB and I watched the movie at about three. It was a funny one and an interesting one. For me, the most unforgetable character was "Moto-Moto" which means hot-hot. Haha. It's my first experience to be in a cinema with my friends. Waiting for my father, we walked around Alor Star Mall after the movie ended. Suddenly, I felt like we were the people mentioned by CKP who waited outside City Plaza. At night, I tidied my mountains of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd of December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated by the alarm, I opened my eyes and saw a message from KWB, asking whether I'll joined him to City Plaza. It was just nine and I'm surprised I woke up so early. My family had some prayings to do on that day, and I'm the only one left in home. So, I became my mom's maid the whole morning. "Yes, mom. Ok, mom ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch, KWB's mom fetched us. We reached City Plaza and met with LPP, LKS, CSC, TCY, LJL, NIW, KFL(Ah Mat) who were playing DOTA. Later, we met LCB who was looking into the Secret Recipy. After having lunch, they went to the entertainment section. Games: KFL, LKS, LPP shot zombies; LCB "danced"; the rest threw balls hitting some innocent animals and fruits. YZD joined us there. Bowling was next. My first time, my first touch, my first throw. Bowling, i mean... I got quite high scores among my friends, 82, i think. And bowling gave me both sweet and bitter memories which earned me high scores and an arching arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated after bowling, KWB and I returned to school. It was a different feeling for me to enter my school, KSAH. Juniors were having St.John activities in the sickbay. We played football after the activities reached an end. KWB, my bro and I were in a team while CLT, SCJ and CYC were the other team. My team won 4-1 with KWB scoring hat-trick. When CLT went back, we played free kicks. I finally had the chance to have my long-yearned free kick. The ball curved a bit into the net over my bro(GK). Haha. Finally and finally and finally. In the evening, I learned riding motorcycle and driving car with my bro. Feeling less confident, many careless errors occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd of December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, went Pendang to learn driving. It was quite a pleasant day. Everything was good except waiting. Someone called my name and I turned. Shocked, I said nothing but kept looking at his face. He's my primary school's classmates. He remembered me but I had forgotten his name. The "teachers" who taught me driving were not very fierce. I had the chance to drive in the open road. Instead of cars, I encounter more cows on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures will be updated for 2nd of December)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7740206761356699715?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7740206761356699715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7740206761356699715' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7740206761356699715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7740206761356699715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-after-spm.html' title='Life after SPM'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-6638456195004378778</id><published>2008-12-03T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:30:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>Ok, SPM was a history for me now. Let me brief through my experience and feeling about SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first paper was Malay's essay and I didn't able to finish the 100 marks essay due to time factor which upset me a lot. I thought I had lost 8 marks in paper two as the novel part I wrote was completely out of the topic. Anyway, paper two was easier than I thought but I didn't mean it was easy.This made me more worried because the marks for A1 would surely increase. Nothing to comment about History paper one. Paper two halved my marks already, I think. English let me down or I should say I let English down. Although I planned for essay-writting this time, the topic I chose wasn't quite the same as I had prepared. I didn't know if I had stressed on the main points wanted by the topic or not. Getting A1 in 1119 will have a probability of 1/10 only. English's paper two's summary was quite hard. First week ended with Mathematics. I didn't do as good as I hoped in Mathematics as I was too careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second week started with Additional Mathematics. It was a tough subject for me. I did badly. I just couldn't think of the write equation to use for the questions. It was followed with Moral. The question was more difficult and I did one big careless mistake-I made the essay parts into several paragraphs. It should be written in only one paragraph. Ok, here comes the science subject. Chemistry was the last subject for the second week. I managed to finish all the chapters in Chemistry so I'm quite confident in answering paper one and two. Paper three's questions appeared weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third week was the toughest. What struck us first in the third week was Biology. No comment about Biology as it was as hard as usual. As Biology had more things to mesmorise and understand, I put more effort in it than Physics. We had Physics the next day after Biology. So, lack of revising made me nervous and careless. Taking Physics' paper three was like hell. The day after that was Chinese! So frustrated. I didn't study much for Chinese and my Chinese was not as good as all my friends all this time. Chinese's essay and summary were the things I concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final subject in the final week was Accountacy, I had about four days to study for it but I only started studying Accountacy two days before the exam. I even watched a football match live the night before the exam. It's Manchester United vs Manchester City and MU won with Rooney scoring the only goal in the match. Let's get back to Accountacy. Paper two was unexpectedly difficult for me, especially question two and three. Paper one was a piece of cake for &lt;strong&gt;others &lt;/strong&gt;as I saw people leaning and yawning 30 minutes before it ended. It didn't end like I had expected. No fire crackers, no shouts, no screams, no throwing things, ..... Anyway, we took several pictures before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you all are interested about knowing my life after SPM, stay on and don't switch the "channel".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-6638456195004378778?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/6638456195004378778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=6638456195004378778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6638456195004378778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/6638456195004378778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/12/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1416498896021570321</id><published>2008-10-15T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:11:25.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last for October</title><content type='html'>Several weeks away from SPM, I am still relaxing. So, I decided to make this post my last post until this major examination finishes. Now, my younger bro is having PMR. Suddenly, I see myself when I'm preparing for PMR. Although I'm not as hardworking as my bro, I had the determination. Now, I start to feel a bit regret. Actually, just after PMR, I promised myself to do better when I'm preparing for SPM but I just couldn't. After the trial exam, I realised that I'm not prepared for SPM yet. Many people congratulate me for my trial's result but somehow I become more frightened. Maybe its because many others expect me to do well in SPM but in fact I'm not feeling confident with myself. "You don't need to study can also get good results and will get scholarship for ....." That is the thing that makes me fear.  Am I really capable? Do I really have the potential?  We'll see that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I end this, I would like to wish all those who are sitting for PMR and those who will be sitting for SPM&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;GOOD LUCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1416498896021570321?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1416498896021570321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1416498896021570321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1416498896021570321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1416498896021570321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-for-october.html' title='Last for October'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2120557588036154453</id><published>2008-09-26T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:12:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 of Sept, 2008</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up early because had to go tuition with Cikgu Muin. Then, when I reached home, I determined to read some notes. However, my bro left the PC opened and I was somehow being attracted towards it. So, I onlined. There was no one onlining in MSN, except KWB. Feeling bored, both of us decided to post silly comments in my friends' friendster profile. The first person we attacked is TCY, followed by OCS, CSC, YZD and lastly KFL. Those whose profile is still not attacked don't feel relief because you all maybe victims-to-be. Those who admire those victims don't worry. We'll help you to "decorate" your profile. As for those who want to revenge (TCY,YZD), please don't do so as you're falling into our traps. We purposely did so so that you all will repost some comments in ours. Therefore, do not let us succeed. Maybe we can be partners. We aren't agents to popularise friendster too, just someone that feel bored, right KWB? Anyway, those who wanna grant us with our wish please do not do so, so that we won't get motivated and became more radical. PLEASE DON'T GET ANGRY! All those comments can be deleted one ma. If cannot stand it, just bomb me in my profile lo, like someone who did it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the evening, I followed my sis to fetch my bro in tuition. On our journey home, our car stopped at a junction. Before long, we heard sirens and a fire engine appeared right behind our car. Of course, we quickly rushed forwards to give the fire engine way to pass although the traffic light was shining red. As we passed the junction, an ambulance dashed through behind us from the right way. And the fire engine behind remained unmoved. It finally dawned on us that the siren originates from the ambulance which were travelling from the right!!! What a mistake. We exchanged glances and laughed loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250359848148297474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SN0GdtvaZwI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZPpim_wxFtY/s320/paints.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I watched tv for several hours long. After that, I went to online again. I saw my mails were full. Then, I knew that my profile would have been totally devastated. I opened my profile and saw TCY's revenging plans with his accomplice, XXX. So, I wrote this post with the main purpose to stop others from taking revenge. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2120557588036154453?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2120557588036154453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2120557588036154453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2120557588036154453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2120557588036154453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/09/25-of-sept-2008.html' title='25 of Sept, 2008'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SN0GdtvaZwI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZPpim_wxFtY/s72-c/paints.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3662149831159556348</id><published>2008-09-24T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:47:54.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once after trial</title><content type='html'>The trial was over and I joined my friends (OYY, OCS, TCY, YZD, Nicholas H, TSC and KK) to play badminton in ASRC. We booked two badminton courts for two hours that is from four to six. My sis drove me and OCS to Simpang Kuala where OYY was waiting for us. OYY then brought us to ASRC. I entered the court and started playing without stretching. I played like an idiot as I was fooled by OYY again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few more games as we switched partners. Just after a while, I began to feel exhausted. Poor stamina!!! My skills were poor too, as well as my strength. I wore Beckham's jersey to play badminton. Have you ever seen Beckham playing badminton? Haha. We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was six. OYY taught us some cool down exercise. It was quite funny and I dared not follow some of the act. After that, we went out for a sit. Nicholas H gave me a treat - a bottle of isotonic drinks. OYY took us to his home. It was quite nice and conducive. We even chatted with her mom while watching TV. Then, OYY fetched us to Simpang Kuala to wait for OCS's father to come fetch us home. We gossiped about PLKN, College, and YZD. Hahaha. After OCS made his call, we realised that his father had been waiting in other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3662149831159556348?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3662149831159556348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3662149831159556348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3662149831159556348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3662149831159556348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-after-trial.html' title='Once after trial'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3372568736243067632</id><published>2008-09-24T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:25:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Week of SPM Trial</title><content type='html'>When I entered the final week of SPM trial, I became more lazy and demotivated. From reading in detail, I began to flip over the pages, only memorising some equations and finally didn't revise at all when I knew the equations would be given in the examination. Physics, Biologi paper 3, mathematics (redo) are the subjects to be tested. I did badly in all the three subjects. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;          Physics: I used the wrong theory (solenoid) to solve a question about magnetic field. I told the teacher that I couldn't do that question because I couldn't see the coils of wires in the diagram. But actually, there were no wire in that particular question. That teacher got out of the hall, maybe to search for the original sheets. Then, I asked my Physics teacher the same question. Then, she said:"Hak ni bukan guna wire punya, guna tangan kanan. Hak tu tangan kanan punya rule, ....tangan kanan...tangan kanan..." She wanna told me that the correct theory was the right hand grip rule. As the hall was so quiet that even I could hear my own breathing, her voice appeared to be a bit loud. I was so embarassed that I kept saying:"Ok, saya try sendiri, saya try sendiri..." I kept looking around to see if there were dissatisfying look as teacher told me the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Biologo Paper 3: It wasn't too hard nor too easy. I tried to finish it as soon as possible. I didn't even check my answer even though there were 30 minutes left. I let the time ticked off without a second look on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Mathematics : I did badly compared to the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ANYWAY, the most important message of this post is the SPM trial is over already. But, there is more to come.(the SPM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3372568736243067632?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3372568736243067632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3372568736243067632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3372568736243067632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3372568736243067632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-week-of-spm-trial.html' title='Final Week of SPM Trial'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-8044196298797636219</id><published>2008-09-18T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:13:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week of SPM Trial</title><content type='html'>The first subject in the second week was Biology. It was so tough as I only read the hot topics given by my friends due to the time factor. The hot topics really came out, but in the wrong paper! All those questions related was in paper one, the objective paper. Paper two had other topics' questions, which I didn't revise. So, @#$%^!!! I felt so helpless that I almost cried it out loud when I saw the essay questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Account was next, followed by Mathematics and Additional Mathematics. For account, I don't think I do much careless mistake like last time, but this time, I've missed one topic--Tafsiran... I thought it would be in question 5 or 6 which required to answer either one. However, it was in question 4, a compulsory answering question. I tried to derive something from something that partially remain in my memory to get something to write. I wrote something that may or may not be the something that the teacher wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics paper one was quite ok because I didn't get any answer wrong compared to OCS, the "pingat perak". As for the paper two, I couldn't do it as well as paper one. I became nervous when I couldn't figure out some answers. All these had become rubbish as we would have to retake Mathematics paper which would take me two more days. Two more days, man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics: nervous, lack of time, careless, ...... Maybe because I didn't read the questions clearly, I did a lot of unnecessary calculatings which cost me a lot of time. Consequently, I got more nervous and confused with part of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum in it all, I think I didn't do as well as I had expected. I seemed to be a bit relax compared to the first week. Wish luck to my friends and to me, more for myself, hahahahaha. The third week is coming and hopefully I manage to update my blog HAPPILY after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-8044196298797636219?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/8044196298797636219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=8044196298797636219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8044196298797636219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/8044196298797636219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-week-of-spm-trial.html' title='Second Week of SPM Trial'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2964967705458707484</id><published>2008-09-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:02:31.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of SPM Trial</title><content type='html'>For the first week of SPM trial, we had Chinese, History, Malay, English, Moral and also Chemistry. I think this time I did worsely. In most of the subjects, I'm lack of time because I wasted too much time in some particular parts. Besides, maybe because of the time factor, I found myself very nervous. I couldn't think of anything. Blank......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Aged 17, I had taken so many examinations. This trial will be the toughest one for me. It's not because the questions are tough or tricky, but this time it's tough for me to reject my three friends: carelessness, laziness and sleepiness. I can't blame my "friends" as I'm the one who decided to "give more priority to my friends" than my examination. I should have prepared for it earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2964967705458707484?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2964967705458707484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2964967705458707484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2964967705458707484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2964967705458707484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week-of-spm-trial.html' title='First Week of SPM Trial'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5935134069612876889</id><published>2008-08-23T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:09:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson</title><content type='html'>This evening after I came back from my tuition, I invited my cousin for a fight. She is only seven but she is the one who asked me for a fight. Maybe she behaved like that after watching "Kung Fu Panda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight started. She showed a lot types of kung fu. You know, kids!!! So, being a bit childish too, I attack. Then, she said we can't attack the head, maybe because she is not tall enough to hit my head. Fair! We continued. I hit her stomach (only gently). Of course, I was much more agile and react quicker than her. I tricked her again and again, included once when I say :"Before we have a fight, we should take a bow first." When she did that, I push her head down at once gently. Haha. After a while, she offered me not to hit anywhere except the stomach. In the other hand, I said if I hit her stomach ten times, she would have to go to bathe while me in turns would have to bathe first if she hit mine once. How arrogant I am? When I hit hers for the fifth time, she said kicks are allowed. I accepted without lingering. Just then, I attacked again but she protected her stomach with her hands. She kept covering her stomach and I was no longer patient. I attacked again, exposing my stomach to danger and I received a strong kick on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237698746318340434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SLALQl7QQVI/AAAAAAAAADo/QT2Bm3rgzCA/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story tells me that I'm too arrogant and lack of patience. I felt a bit like "Sang Arnab Putih". I let her set all the rules, underestimated her and being too self-confidence. But the rabbit lost to an elderly tortoise which may be wiser but I lost to someone ten years younger. How embarrassing! Anyway, I'll remember that kick and I'll grow wise through this pain! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5935134069612876889?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5935134069612876889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5935134069612876889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5935134069612876889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5935134069612876889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/08/lesson.html' title='A lesson'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SLALQl7QQVI/AAAAAAAAADo/QT2Bm3rgzCA/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4530638239429354159</id><published>2008-08-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:03:05.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>The list of NS trainees were announced a few days ago, which drew all Form Five students crazy. Now, you can hear everyone talking about either topics on national service or the Olympic Games everywhere, anytime. Less people are talking about SPM. I'm not excluded also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day the namelists were announced, I was nervous too although I didn't know what I really want. At last, I was among the lucky ones. It's just like what I had assumed. Many others will accompany me! Haha. Many different reactions were given. Some just smile, some other yelled, even some are very happy like one of my friends who kept convincing me that the food there will be great. When I reached school the next day, I figured out the others who were chosen too. Then, someone said something that I totally agree with, that is "Hanya orang yang handsome akan dipilih!" and "Semua yang terpilih merupakan calon Straight A's!" Hahaha! So, there was a war between the unlucky ones (not selected) and the lucky ones. I was teased but I returned some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I kept thinking about national service. Who knows what will happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4530638239429354159?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4530638239429354159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4530638239429354159' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4530638239429354159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4530638239429354159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-545189834227011222</id><published>2008-08-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:58:55.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM is drawing near</title><content type='html'>Today, we were given the schedule of our trial exam and SPM. I was quite shocked because SPM seemed "too close for comfort". After the trial exam, we have only about five weeks left to have our final preparation. I will have Bahasa Malaysia first and account last. Yet, I haven't finished any subjects' syllabus. Moreover, I haven't settled all the co-curiculum stuff yet. "Tick tock tick tock, ..... " time is running out. Hopefully, I can concentrate in my studies now with strong determination. Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was dumbstruck when I saw the schedule for the trial because we will have so many papers in every single day. And it is only weeks away. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Damn it! Only three months left to fight for my future! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-545189834227011222?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/545189834227011222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=545189834227011222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/545189834227011222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/545189834227011222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/08/spm-is-drawing-near.html' title='SPM is drawing near'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-9118757545694964172</id><published>2008-08-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:38:11.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;In School:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics taught me how to multiply,&lt;br /&gt;Physics taught me how to magnify,&lt;br /&gt;While chemistry taught me how to purify;&lt;br /&gt;Biology taught me how to classify,&lt;br /&gt;English taught me what is clarify,&lt;br /&gt;But history makes me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To my family:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a new bike,&lt;br /&gt;I'll join you all cycling around the neighbourhood until night;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the license to drive,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you all around Alor Star for a ride;&lt;br /&gt;When I get enough money and time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring you all around the world in a flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams become alive,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I become a butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a dragonfly,&lt;br /&gt;To a far far place I fly,&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dawn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise,&lt;br /&gt;And darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends the night,&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to fight,&lt;br /&gt;Learn to sacrifice and be wise,&lt;br /&gt;To make our future bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To victims of natural disasters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see pain in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna die;&lt;br /&gt;Many people pass by,&lt;br /&gt;But only a few stop by,&lt;br /&gt;To save a helpless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I wanna try,&lt;br /&gt;And many things flash past my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know which is right;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't buy,&lt;br /&gt;With all my might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-9118757545694964172?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/9118757545694964172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=9118757545694964172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9118757545694964172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9118757545694964172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-poem.html' title='poem'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5744041069590249740</id><published>2008-08-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:46:48.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sultan Abdul Hamid College's 100 years anniversary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLaXPF7gII/AAAAAAAAADg/fEWyo4nN8gs/s1600-h/100+years+of+excellence[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229482210053816450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLaXPF7gII/AAAAAAAAADg/fEWyo4nN8gs/s320/100+years+of+excellence%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLJeExdiDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5pLk-Uv2vg/s1600-h/IMG_7737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229463635845023794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLJeExdiDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o5pLk-Uv2vg/s320/IMG_7737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Parachuter is landing with the help of the yellow colour smoke.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229462802040785410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLItinCigI/AAAAAAAAABo/BFOQGBKPQ4I/s320/IMG_7685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229477791594596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLWWDDKSbI/AAAAAAAAADY/UPIWUItz_EA/s320/IMG_7682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exhibition and Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229464533348719474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLKSUPBG3I/AAAAAAAAACA/i9R1DeWbGOo/s320/IMG_7874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLJFy88QXI/AAAAAAAAABw/s6vrc9leTws/s1600-h/IMG_7716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229463218744476018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLJFy88QXI/AAAAAAAAABw/s6vrc9leTws/s320/IMG_7716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229469122634560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLOdcqBtQI/AAAAAAAAACg/qIs0FnKSe-4/s320/IMG_7911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229476202411156610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLU5i4TZII/AAAAAAAAADQ/A0iXjfdsRzE/s320/IMG_7995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229472443005960290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLReuAQgGI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dys-Pv4Jpzc/s320/DSCN0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229467326690947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLM06Ps8VI/AAAAAAAAACY/b6eI4UCz4VY/s320/IMG_8177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our stall and things we sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229474193297922866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLTEmWYWzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/oDK4NddO8t8/s320/IMG_7964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229475037294298322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLT1uezBNI/AAAAAAAAADA/6mP3GfQBmGc/s320/IMG_7975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229475627433784274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLUYE7A89I/AAAAAAAAADI/OkemSXtomMM/s320/IMG_7976.JPG" border="0" /&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/590362330988572425-5744041069590249740?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5744041069590249740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5744041069590249740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5744041069590249740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5744041069590249740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/08/memorable-pictures.html' title='Memorable pictures'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SJLaXPF7gII/AAAAAAAAADg/fEWyo4nN8gs/s72-c/100+years+of+excellence%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2969689251940528747</id><published>2008-07-30T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:24:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years celebration</title><content type='html'>On the 25th of July, 2008, I had to miss Muin's class to go to school for our school's 100 years celebration rehearsal. A few prefects and I gathered on the field for a brief talk about our jobs the next day. It was a clear morning. The rehearsal was done quite perfectly according to the schedule. A full squad of students marched into the field. My bro was in that squad too. After a while, eight parachuters landed on the field with the help of the colourful smoke as a sign. Then, a plane flew low past the field. The rehearsal then came to an end. Before returning home, I helped to arrange our stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of July,2008, I reached school early to do some preparation. It was a historical day because it was Sultan Abul Hamid College's 100 years anniversary. After making sure all St.John Ambulance members had their uniforms, I headed for the field. But before that, I went to the canteen to take a look of our stall. St. John Ambulance and Chinese Society joined to sell herbal eggs, carbonated drinks and some snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the field, I was told about my job. Just moments later, there was a slight drizzle which became quite a heavy rain after a while. Anyway, the rain didn't even dampen our spirits. Students still make a long line along the road, waiting for the arrival of Sultan. The squad also marched in with high spirit. Sultan of Kedah arrived at about 9:00a.m. in his antique car, followed by other antique cars and motorbikes. The girl students quickly lined up to welcome Sultan although it was raining. My friends and I were seeking shelter under a tent. Hahaha. They or I should say we, saw a girl who was quite beautiful. OCS purposely took a photo of her to show KFL. Anyway, we all were shocked when she read the prayers which indicates that she's a Muslim. After Sultan's speech, we were asked to the Centennial Square to be "poppers triggerers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After accomplishing all the tasks, I rushed back to the stall, only to know that our herbal eggs were finished. I helped to sell other stuff. When I got bored, I walked around our school. There were many exhibition such as the F1 car, antique cars and bikes, science, robotic, ex-collegians' masterpiece...... After the tour, I got back to the stall, continue selling things until four. Then, my sis and "hengdai" came to fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my dinner, I received a call. My sis wanted to bring us to watch "The Dark Knight". I quickly finshed my dinner, changed my clothes and changed my clothes again before jumping into the car. Although we had ordered the seat tickets, we still had to reach there half an hour earlier or they would sell the tickets to others. We reached Jitra Mall late and had to take the second row seats which was too near to the screne. The cinema was better than City Plaza's. The movie was also quite nice, but it was a bit long. When the movie ended, it was 11:45p.m. I messaged KWB and LKS to inform them I'm not going to school the next day. That night, I slept at 1:xx a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th of July, 2008, I woke up at 11:30 a.m. I quickly phoned KWB only to notice that herbal eggs once again were all sold out. In the afternoon, I brought my sis around my school, making some simple introductions. Then, I stayed back to help them with the stall. Tired, I reached home at five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 28th of July, 2008, I went to school as usual. We started cooking the herbal eggs but there was some problems with the cables or something else so we had to cook the eggs in the Chemistry lab. YZD came to ask me to join him for playing FIFA 08. I played badly, but it's because I'm not used to PS2. What a lame excuse! Thanks to YZD for paying for the game. Hihi. Then, feeling bored, I joined my friends to walk about until we went into a room where we played darts. Again, I played badly. Then, NIW, OCS and I went into the Centennial Auditorium where the masterpieces were. There, we did some silly actions related to the masterpieces and took photo of them. At about two, I was back in the stall. We sold the last 3 tins of carbonated drinks and closed our stall. To create somemore stories for our grandchildren, we immersed our hand in the icy water to see who can last the longest. In the end, LPP and KFL were in the final but KFL quit moments later. His hand seemed swollen but we didn't know why. Before going home, we waited at the other stalls until they reduced their food's prices because it was the last day of the carnival. Haha. Then, we took a bus home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2969689251940528747?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2969689251940528747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2969689251940528747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2969689251940528747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2969689251940528747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-years-celebration.html' title='100 years celebration'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-5792501643173228066</id><published>2008-07-18T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:29:48.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the 15 of July, 2008, I woke up late because it was a public holiday. That day was the golden jubilee of the reign of Tuanku Sultan Kedah. There was a parade in Alor Star. Anyway, I had to attend Additional Mathematics tuition, so I missed it. Tuanku Sultan Kedah rode on an elephant, that's what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends were going to have &lt;em&gt;laksa&lt;/em&gt; after the tuition. Initially, I wanted to join them but because prefects from Sultan Abdul Hamid College were invited to a function for stamps classification in Tuanku Sultan's palace in Anak Bukit, I couldn't have &lt;em&gt;laksa&lt;/em&gt; with them. I was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wearing my uniform neatly, I headed to school with "Canon". About ten prefects will be going, but there was only one car. We were packed like tin sardins in that Toyota Unser. After about half an hour, we reached the palace. It was huge and decorated nicely. Before entering to a hall, we all made sure our uniform were tidy and neat. I had to wear a &lt;em&gt;songkok &lt;/em&gt;in that formal occasion. Well, I borrowed it from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered a hall and had our seats. We waited for some time and a few VIP entered the hall one by one. At last, Tuanku Sultan stepped into the hall and lagu Negeri Kedah was played. After that, Tuanku Sultan got up the stage to launch special issues stamps. We all were treated with a reception after the function. Walking out the hall, we were given the first day cover as a souvenir. I managed to take a glimpse of Tuanku Sultan's mini zoo, swimming pool, a big aquarium, a football field and garage. I saw the mini zoo, but not the animals inside. We left the palace at about four and its time to sqeeze into the car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached school, we took several pictures using our school's newly built small fountain as background. At night, I went for Physics tuition. Before CKP entered the class, my friend, BOND showed me the pictures of the&lt;em&gt; laksa&lt;/em&gt; they had in the morning. He kept showing off with it for several days on. So, I'm writing this post to show off the first day cover. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224251581456611026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SIBFIlH-dtI/AAAAAAAAABA/YzeGh_DGSF4/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the first page cover &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-5792501643173228066?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/5792501643173228066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=5792501643173228066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5792501643173228066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/5792501643173228066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/15-of-july.html' title='15 of July'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SIBFIlH-dtI/AAAAAAAAABA/YzeGh_DGSF4/s72-c/DSCN0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-1102753731999224327</id><published>2008-07-13T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:57:45.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An uneasy day</title><content type='html'>Today, I reached school at about 7:05 a.m. I dashed to find my junior, Tatt to ask for his favour to find one more member for marching. Then, I went on for duty at the Form 6 block. "Bad news!" Tatt said when I returned to my class. Three fellows were going to withdraw themselves from marching. I stormed to their classes and asked them out for a talk. I talked to them in an angry tone, urging them for reasons. I rejected all their silly excuses and everything was done. "Sometimes, we just have to act a bit strict." That's what I think. Mr. Yeoh told me that the school will be busy this Friday and our St'John day may be postponed. I sent two letters weeks ago not to hear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ring......" the school bell rang. The first period was Additional Mathematics. I planned to finish my Chemistry study at those two periods because there would be a Chemistry test then. Suddenly, Cikgu Osman stepped into my class and summoned me to have a talk on the marching stuff for our school's 100 anniversary. Oh, I haven't prepared the name list yet! Then, he just asked me to leave it on his table after I got the list done. After a moment, our head prefect walked into the class and said: "Let's go to bilik pengawas for a meeting." I handed up the list to Cikgu Osman. Accomplishing this mission, I headed for bilik pengawas. The prefects were discussing about the prefects' exhibition. I couldn't focus on their topic because I had to prepare another list for Cikgu Ku Azizan. I was assigned to find the biodata of some former head prefects for the exhibition with a few other friends. We went to Cikgu Sheridin's room to use the internet service to check for information. That thing worked damn slow and I was getting more and more frustrated. We spent hours there but got nothing. I no longer had time to revise my Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's recess. I had to go up Form 6 block to carry out the ultimate task. I entered a class, switched off the lamps and fans, and requested the students to stay outside the class. A few followed my order but one Malay continued eating. Maybe I was quite frustrated at that time, I said "I'll give you one minute", then I started counting. He raised his voice, saying that he would be out in a moment and it's unnecessary to rush him. Then, I "shot" him back, saying that he's the one breaking the law! Bla bla bla... I just ignored him and went for the second class. I did the same thing, maybe I spoke rudely. Before I climbed up the stairs to the third floor, I heard someone calling me. I turned and asked what was he trying to say. The student replied, "You are so rude! You can't treat seniors like that! If you ask us out nicely, we will surely cooperate with you"." You don't pay any respect to us!" followed by the former who was eating just now. I can't do anything so I said, "If I demand you all out nicely, will you cooperate?" They promised. So, I apologised only to make them satisfied for "winning" a prefect. I was still very angry and emotional at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the recess was over. After Sejarah lesson, it's time for the test. The test was quite tough because I didn't finish revising. Test was done, and I'm done! I did so badly, believe me, I know it. Cikgu Ku Azizan then asked for another meeting. He demanded us to help him this, help him that. It's a lot of work, uneasy work! Sweating profusely, I sat at my own seat, calming down. Something wasn't settled yet. I went to find Tatt again. More bad news came. Someone wished to change from the marching group to other group. I won't care anymore and just tell him that nothing can be done already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a busy and uneasy day for me. Hopfully tomorrow will be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-1102753731999224327?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/1102753731999224327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=1102753731999224327' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1102753731999224327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/1102753731999224327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/uneasy-day.html' title='An uneasy day'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-4854832998316133055</id><published>2008-07-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:57:06.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it out of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SHiY3sNunDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hc_QnSblasE/s1600-h/lioness[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222091850465057842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SHiY3sNunDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hc_QnSblasE/s400/lioness%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my sis urged me to watch a video clip. I thought it will be something funny like the one she let me watch last time. Anyway, when I rushed into the room in front of the computer screen, I saw a group of people, maybe on an expedition in Safari. They were taking photographs of a few lions or lionesses. What flashed through my mind about the video clip was "a lucky survive from animal attacks" just like those in "World Most Amazing Videos". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show went on. A man stepped nearer to those creatures. Just like what I've expected, the man was attacked by a lioness. Out of the blue, a few more also take part. Blood can be seen all over the victim's or the prey's body. The people around quickly tried to scare the lionesses off, but all their efforts are in vain. He was still struggling. The victim's wife, kids and a toddle was in the car, watching their beloved one being eaten alive. Tears can be seen, the toddle was crying, and his friends look so inconsolable, because they can do nothing but to watch their friend turning into a meal. I was petrified. The ending was not what I expected. The man who was still struggling for life just now had already lain there motionless, and the lionesses were feasting on his abdomen. Oh, God! Why didn't they get into the car and tried to scare them off by honking or whatever? The scene was too horrible for me. And the emotion of all the faces. I just couldn't get that scene out of my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I can say is curiosity kills! Don't try anymore dangerous things. It doesn't worth your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-4854832998316133055?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/4854832998316133055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=4854832998316133055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4854832998316133055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/4854832998316133055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-it-out-of-my-head.html' title='Get it out of my head'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SHiY3sNunDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hc_QnSblasE/s72-c/lioness%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-3690691056102395880</id><published>2008-07-11T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:41:42.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Religion and Beliefs</title><content type='html'>After reading delusion's post about religion and beliefs, I feel that what he mentioned partially are very correct indeed, like why should we limit ourselves because of certain religion and beliefs. But I think it depends on what are we limiting ourselves from. Taking all the consequences into consideration is a crucial process before an act. However, if you do so, you will never succeed to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old days, people are mostly very religious and have intense piety. They MAYBE don't know much about the nature. Like during solar eclipse, they will wonder why this thing will happen. In order to calm all the people down, answer has to be found. When the answer cannot be defined, they will push all the responsibilities to God. Before the solar eclipse, maybe something unusual happens like a crow perching on someone's roof, a snake is killed or anything else that is not seen or done in daily life, and they will relate it to the occurance of this natural phenomena, saying God is mad with their doings ..... and so God..... In some areas, slaves are to sacrifice to please the God. Suddenly, many beliefs, dogma and taboos emerge from nowhere. Those things have become part of tradition, and no one can tell whether it is right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, some of the precedent made is based on the thought of the fundamentalists only. So, the fundamentalists MAYBE wanted to give the people or even the next generation know some moral values or some leasons through talks. People live during ancient time have a great faith in those thoughts. Soon or later, it turned out to be religion doctrines. So, can you tell that the fundamentalists' opinions are all correct or wrong? But something for sure, the fundamentalists live decades before, so his thoughts will only depend on things happen at that time. As time passes, many things have undergo changes. So, people nowadays won't have the same thinking as the fundamentalists. So, there will be contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, should those dogma be changed? Maybe they are true? Once you change the doctrines, can you bear the consequences? Maybe many things in this earth shouldn't be changed. We will never know what will happen after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am a Buddhist and I do practice some of the doctrines. I think large percentage of the doctrines are rules to prevent humans from doing harms. Many other ways like through education or punishment through law can also prevent humans from becoming demons. Not all people are well-educated. Not all people scare the police. Of course, not all people will do "what God tells". According to "God", humans who commit sins will be punished when they die, that is they will suffer in hell. While those with good deeds will be in heaven after they pass away or God will treat them well in lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people tell me not to do good deeds only to hope for the rewards. But, will I? Have I ever done so? Usually, I will use "good treat from God" to push myself to do good things. So, no matter God will actually treat me well or not after I did something good, it will push me on doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delusion, sorry for using many of your terms and phrases because I don't know much about words related to this topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-3690691056102395880?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/3690691056102395880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=3690691056102395880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3690691056102395880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/3690691056102395880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/religion-and-beliefs.html' title='Religion and Beliefs'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-9045325354330667341</id><published>2008-07-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:34:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July already</title><content type='html'>It's now July and I still haven't prepare for SPM. A few more months only to go. I now its importance but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time and tides wait for no man; Procrastination is the devil's workshop; Time is precious."I know all these but I just couldn't get myself ready for study or homework. I see all my friends already pulling up their socks, burying their heads under all those tonnes of books. How can they do that? And why can't I? Why I still laze around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Homeworks, a piece of cake, I will get it done just in a few minutes." That is what I usually speak in my heart. Anyway, all my homeworks now pile up like Mount Everest! Beside homework, I have some co-curriculum task to be done. Ya, you want the certificate, you want the post, you get it, and you get all the responsibilities. Many activities have to be carried out and ought to be carried out. I am not grumbling that co-curriculum activities caught me busy but I just somehow regret that I didn't accomplish those stuff early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation, that is what I couldn't get myself through. Don't you think of nonsensical things! The temptation I mean is from the TV dramas, games, online, and the most irresistible one is my bed. Even I can prevent myself from sticking to the TV or PC, once I lay my head down on my pillow, I am stuck, like a mosquito trapped on a cobweb. I just can't get up. Even I don't feel sleepy, I will just lie down there, thinking something else. Oh ya, I am keen on thinking, not doing. I considered it dreaming. "WALK THE TALK" is a phrase I learn from my English teacher who retired year ago. Hopefully I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I cannot get myself settled in my chair for long because I satisfy easily and I don't have determination. Lack of determination is a problem that cannot be solved since I figure it out. Haha, I finish a chapter, let have a rest first, and what happens then is I fell asleep. So, I miss the other nine chapters. Once I came across some difficult questions, I will give up. Once I have a rest, I will have it for a long time. What the ......... !!!!!!! (scolding myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get better now. Now, I need to resist the temptation of writing blogs too. So, I think I will start to do my homework then or maybe study Biologi or Chemistry. Wait a minute, it's almost ten. I think the TV drama has started already. Then, after watching the drama, you will find me dozing off to sleep. Hahaha. If you have some useful ways, effective steps or SECRET FORMULA like what CKP usually gives the students, please save me, SIFU, PLEASE!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-9045325354330667341?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/9045325354330667341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=9045325354330667341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9045325354330667341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/9045325354330667341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-now-july-and-i-still-havent-prepare.html' title='July already'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-7773408902650229304</id><published>2008-06-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:03:33.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance of Nature</title><content type='html'>In my opinion, all things or most things in nature are balance, must balance and will be balanced. The "balance" I mean is not sort of justice or equal in amount, but what I mean is in the original state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, let me give an example that exist in this world, that is the ecosystem. You see, flora and fauna are arranged in a pyramid table which roughly shows the numbers they should exist. The producer has the most numbers, followed by primary consumer, secondary consumer and tertiary consumer. Sometimes, the numbers of any organisms in any trophic level of the pyramid table will rise or decrease due to some environmental factors or other reasons. Anyway, the whole system will be affected and after some periods, the system will return to its original state. I will give a simple instance: "In the paddy field, snake's population decreases drastically. When the snake's population decreases, the number of eagles will eventually decrease as they lack of food or maybe killed in a competition for food. On the other hand, rats will increase in numbers as their predators have decreased in numbers. When rats is getting more and more, the paddy plant will get less and less. So, how is it balanced back? When rats become more and eagles become less, the snake will have a favourable condition which enables its population to increase. When snakes get more in number, rats' decrease, crops' increase, and eagles' increase. All are back to normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to say aren't about foodweb but it's about the relationship between humans and nature. Nowadays, the population of humans increases rapidly and can't be controlled by the ecosystem as we, humans have intelligence to avoid being the preys, but to be the predators. Humans are getting more and more, and humans carried out lot of activities that will harm the nature, like using up the unrenewable resources, polluting the environment and destroying the balance of nature. Humans reign this Earth, that is what we see. But, actually, we aren't! The highest power is still in the hand of our Mother Nature. Humans' population are actually still being controlled. How is it controlled? One of the answers is through natural disasters, like earthquake, volcano eruptions, flood, tornado, hurricane, landslide, avalanche, tsunami .... I'm not saying that the mother nature purposely do so to kill us but it is like the disaster will happen in a few areas. As humans' population increases, we will occupy more areas in this Earth, which means that we are more exposed to disaster because some of us have entered the DANGER areas where disaster will strike. It's just like a piece of land where landmines are burried. The more people in there, the higher the percentage of people getting hurt. This is how mother nature keep us in balance. It's only my thought, not a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some disasters are caused by humans ourselves, such as flood and landslide. We throw rubbish into rivers and drains, clogging them and what happens is flood. We cut down the trees, resulting in soil erosion and what happens are landslide and flash floods. Don't you think we are somehow commiting suicide? We are not only committing suicide but we are risking other innocent lives! So, we humans ourselves are also controlling our own population by inviting disasters. Humans are also the agent to control our population. There are good guys and bad guys too in this world. I think I'm a good one(haha). Back to what I just mention about, the increase in number of humans also means that there is an increase in the number of bad guys. Bad guys will kill good guys and good guys will kill bad guys by law. Crimes increases, death increases. Besides, competition will decrease numbers too, but mostly happens among flora and fauna. Anyway, in some rural areas, some people will kill each others in order to get food. The more the number of humans, the more the occurance of carelessness, the more the number of accidents. And, accidents that kill the most people are road accidents. More people, more cars, more accidents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an existance of an action and a reaction. We do an action and we will get a reaction. Something changes, something will try to make it return to its original state(in certain condition only). Humans keep polluting the environment, Mother Nature will get angry and don't ever force her to choose her final choice - destroy everything and then build again!!! Ice age is a good example. Dinosaurs reign this Earth for quite a long time, I don't know what happens but Mother Nature decides to destroy everthing, killing most of the organisms, then it's time to rebuild the Earth with greenery. After some times later, some tiny organisms which survive from it will change become other organisms through evolution. It's just like the movie "Evans All Mighty". The movies revolves around a man who is chosen by God to run Noah's task, that is to build a giant ark to carry animals and humans as there will be a large flood coming. Then, after the flood, everything starts from beginning. Everything is back in balance. Maybe ice age is just a cycle that has to be undergone, everthing will eventually be balanced back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-7773408902650229304?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/7773408902650229304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=7773408902650229304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7773408902650229304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/7773408902650229304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/06/balance-of-nature.html' title='Balance of Nature'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2192566526628379352</id><published>2008-06-22T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:47:28.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction</title><content type='html'>We are always trying to attract other people's attention in our daily lives, whether we do it purposely or naturally. We, humans like to be attractive. So, what is the purpose for all these? There are a few reasons that i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to attract the opposite sex. Humans, just like animals and plants, trying to present the best appearance to others, so they can keep their "target's" eye focusing on themselves. Besides, some people aim to attract their parents' attention, because they need love, care. On the other hand, others will do some silly things to attract others in order to be famous. All those are done purposely. But there is someone who attracts others naturally. He/She will seem like a star, shining brightly and others couldn't even get their eyes out of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are many ways to attract people. One of the most common one is to dress up like a prince or princess, or like a beggar. Animals do so too, by "showing off" their colourful feathers, wings, or bravery which is shown in a battle to fight for sex partners. You can attract others as long as you are above or below the normal level. For example, we all usually clad in simple T-shirts and trousers or shorts to tuition. That is considered normal for one's wearing. Wearing clothes above the normal level can be considered wearing something special, valuable things like wearing a cap, a jacket or a diamond necklace to tuition centre. While below the normal level is like wearing something that is not suitable in certain areas like wearing pyjamas, singlets to attend classes. Both types run the same function, that is to ATTRACT others (maybe purposely or not). Somebody else may even try to attract others through action. They may speak loudly or purposely do some silly stuff. Some people with expensive gadgets like cell phone, MP3 etc will attract others too. And, I'm not discriminating anyone as sometimes they really caught my attention which means that the way really works (Haha). It is not everyone's fault to attempt to attract others, but picking the correct method will be crucial. Those talented or skillful persons will captivate others naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, different ways surely will have different effects, either giving others a good or bad impression about yourself. Let me give another fact, like some students who like to act cool, act bossy, act smart, act cute..... They will give people different impressions. "Acting cute, what a lousy idea!" or "How cute, how i wish to have her as my girlfriend" are such a contrast of thought about those girls who like to pretend like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if you are someone who cares what others think of you, PLEASE think thoroughly before you do anything, speak anything or watch anything because your every move, every words, every act may attract others. Anyway, even you have the ability to attract others, it does not mean that you are attractive, you may seem annoying for some other people, who maybe really don't like your ways of attracting, or maybe envy you to have that ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something I wanna talk about. I have no means of offencing or hurting anyone. So, those who find this post to be ......... , you can leave your comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590362330988572425-2192566526628379352?l=do-imagine-who.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/feeds/2192566526628379352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590362330988572425&amp;postID=2192566526628379352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2192566526628379352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590362330988572425/posts/default/2192566526628379352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-imagine-who.blogspot.com/2008/06/attraction.html' title='Attraction'/><author><name>ryus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138000567063821844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIEDp5djJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kcIrdm8L0e8/S220/untitled+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590362330988572425.post-2895344681384319914</id><published>2008-06-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:15:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Football is a sport, a game that can join people from all around the world, regardless of races , gender, or age. The passion, the spirit is unimaginable. It is a game which needs skill, cooperation, and of course passion. "Goal...!!!" That's the word that makes the football fans crazy. A football game is 90-minute long. Some people think that it is boring to see twenty-two persons running for a ball. But for me, those people are running after their dreams, trying so hard to achieve them. They are trying to score goals, and defend their goal from the opponent. Goal in other word is "aim". So, in my opinion, a football game is as if a life. In our lives, we have to put in more efforts to make dreams come true, and we have to work hard to prevent others from crashing our dreams. Both team are doing their best to achieve their goals. The opponent's defenders are like any other obstacles that can make all your effort to achieve your goal in vain and the opponent's goalkeeper will be the final stage you have to overcome to achieve your goal. Team players are partners, or any other people in this world that can help you to get what you long for. They will have to help each other in order to reach their final destination. Carelessness of any of the players will put the whole team's fragile dreams in jeopardy. In a football game, there will be joy and disappointment, laughters and tears, celebration and fights, glory and shattered dreams. The game means so much for the players as well as all the football buffs. Referee acts like a judge, making sure that all players are playing in a friendly and correct manner. Anyway, just like in reality life, corruption sometimes happens in the realm of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215745051010237378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGIMfVx3g8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/gIqnWDfpHS8/s320/images%5B47%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My favourite football team is Manchester United, which is called MU in abbreviation. MU emerges champion in EPL and also UEFA Champion League this season. They played well as a team in UEFA Champion League, overcoming all the other skillful and prestigious football club like AS Roma and Barcelona all the way into the final where they beat Chelsea. The players of MU are Wayne Rooney, Saha, Tevez (striker), Ryan Giggs, Christiano Ronaldo, Michael Carrick, Nani, Park Ji Sung, Paul Scholes, Darren Fletcher, Owen Hargreaves, Anderson (Midfielder), Rio Ferdinand, Nemanja Vidic, Silvestre, Gary Neville, Wes Brown, Patrice Evra, John Oshea (Defender) , Edwin Van Der Sar, Tomasz Kuszczak (Goalkeeper) and other players on bench. Sir Alex Ferguson is MU's coach and under his leadership, Manchester United had won countless trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGILPswZrvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rZXP3ZOOKbM/s1600-h/images[42].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGILPswZrvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rZXP3ZOOKbM/s1600-h/images[42].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215743682788568818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nog1-UF9LW4/SGILPswZrvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rZXP3ZOOKbM/s320/images%5B42%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside MU, I support England team. David Beckham is the one I admire. He is very skillful and he was the captain of England team. He is well-known for his crossing, corner kicks, and free kicks. He even scored a goal from half-field long distance. He can control the ball perfectly and his ball always curved right into the net. In FIFA 2002 Qualifying Rounds, England will have to get at least a draw to qualify for FIFA 2002. England was down by one goal to nil. Just before the game ended, David Beckham scored a superb free kick against Greece in the dying minute. 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