<?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-8382017579394579722</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:53:05.441-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='Kyle&apos;s POV'/><category term='stress'/><category term='society'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='chinese new year'/><category term='examinations'/><category term='party'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='school'/><category term='birthday shoutout'/><category term='outing'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Life?</title><subtitle type='html'>Events about my life, works of my edited photos, yada yada...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-7306779125184528755</id><published>2009-11-08T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:57:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Kevin Cheng, Susan Tse, Joe Ma and Sharon Chan.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, yesterday was such a huge blast! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about graduation day. I didn't even take any pictures nor getting my picture taken by anyone. In fact, I left graduation day earlier than expected. Oh boy, and before I left, Pn. Lily was mad at me. Guess I'm in for it on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all worth it ;D! Why? Tittle says it all baby! Yes, that's right! I, Kyle Sui Yee Khai, met with Hong Kong TVB's Kevin Cheng, Susan Tse, Joe Ma and Sharon Chan. No kidding!! And it's all thanks to Astro Life and Astro On Demand. Don't know who those people are? Here's a little picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Born Rich's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://orientaldaily.on.cc/photo/20080103/ent/0103enew26b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://orientaldaily.on.cc/photo/20080103/ent/0103enew26b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon Chan (You don't need me to tell you which is Sharon right?) and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C8lD9T-9LL0/StaPTSlT9GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1OKYinosP5Y/s800/bornrich2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C8lD9T-9LL0/StaPTSlT9GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1OKYinosP5Y/s800/bornrich2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Joe Ma (Last one at the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we also have an ancient Chinese movie, Beyond The Realm Of Conscience's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvaR48484BI/AAAAAAAABA8/ICnmk5wiARk/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvaR48484BI/AAAAAAAABA8/ICnmk5wiARk/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401665210681188370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan Tse and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2Qveh6Ug_g/SZnOZ_6W3mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3_gEd5TTt54/s1600/Kevin%2BCheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2Qveh6Ug_g/SZnOZ_6W3mI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3_gEd5TTt54/s1600/Kevin%2BCheng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Kevin 'this-will-get-the-girls-screaming' Cheng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all started when I was watching MTV on a normal day. A pos laju van came and delivered a letter to me. I signed the acception form and just toss the letter aside until my mom comes back and opens it. And guess what was in the letter? An invitation for two to meeting with those Hong Kong superstars!! FOR FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that only two of us will go and the other two will not, we tried to decide who to go and who not to go. My dad, knowing him, isn't interested to go anyway, so it was just down to my mom, my brother and me. My mom then called the organizer and talked with her and managed to get another free spot for us! All the way, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was on the seventh of November, 1p.m. to around 5p.m. or so, and it was held at Sunway Pyramid. So we went there pretty earlier to avoid traffics and the crowd. We registered the moment the registration counter opened. The seatings were arranged in rows and alphabetically (i.e. first row being named A while the second row being B) and the seatings were numbered as well. Each rows had 32 chairs and the middle was seperated into 16 - 16. We got our seatings and Lady Luck smiled on us again! We were seating on row B! My mom's seating number is B15, my brother B16 and me B17! In other words, we were siting in a very opened space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDEs6B_BI/AAAAAAAABBs/oTr97HnoPCQ/s1600-h/PB076635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDEs6B_BI/AAAAAAAABBs/oTr97HnoPCQ/s320/PB076635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719288618941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, they served us lunch in a delicious buffet and a repeated slide show of the previous events that were organized by Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBOG-6MsI/AAAAAAAABBU/Ho1UmFIhaio/s1600-h/PB076630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBOG-6MsI/AAAAAAAABBU/Ho1UmFIhaio/s320/PB076630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401717251214291650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBNY_8k7I/AAAAAAAABBE/6pe3svjk9o8/s1600-h/PB076627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBNY_8k7I/AAAAAAAABBE/6pe3svjk9o8/s320/PB076627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401717238870610866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBN5_kCdI/AAAAAAAABBM/grH2I4dmGk8/s1600-h/PB076628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBN5_kCdI/AAAAAAAABBM/grH2I4dmGk8/s320/PB076628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401717247727372754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBOn3AIII/AAAAAAAABBc/nfyCR8Z89t0/s1600-h/PB076632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBOn3AIII/AAAAAAAABBc/nfyCR8Z89t0/s320/PB076632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401717260039495810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBO8Nm_fI/AAAAAAAABBk/_mea-H6NioU/s1600-h/PB076633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbBO8Nm_fI/AAAAAAAABBk/_mea-H6NioU/s320/PB076633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401717265503026674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The signboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some delicious lunch, we went to our seating and in begin the show. I wasn't paying attention (as usual) so I didn't hear what was the name of the MC for the event. He did persent out a few performances by some local artists. Those local artists were former winners from one of Astro's reality show; Astro's talent quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what were their names =/. But here are their pictures. (Yes, there's leng zai and leng lui in it too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDE61w84I/AAAAAAAABB0/0JsYFTYIM_E/s1600-h/PB076637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDE61w84I/AAAAAAAABB0/0JsYFTYIM_E/s320/PB076637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719292359144322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDFI94T6I/AAAAAAAABB8/nCv_FiBWxD0/s1600-h/PB076640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDFI94T6I/AAAAAAAABB8/nCv_FiBWxD0/s320/PB076640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719296151277474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDFV51abI/AAAAAAAABCE/KTSbFbFTnWo/s1600-h/PB076642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDFV51abI/AAAAAAAABCE/KTSbFbFTnWo/s320/PB076642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719299623971250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first singer, Ryan, I think. He has a sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDF8pdEHI/AAAAAAAABCM/O6s7BrAN3EQ/s1600-h/PB076644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbDF8pdEHI/AAAAAAAABCM/O6s7BrAN3EQ/s320/PB076644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401719310024249458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second singer... I don't remember her name. Her cute voice is too irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIvPRc5oI/AAAAAAAABCU/1ZIiRSWMdI8/s1600-h/PB076654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIvPRc5oI/AAAAAAAABCU/1ZIiRSWMdI8/s320/PB076654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725516956624514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The third singer, though he doesn't look that good, his voice is SUPERB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIvoMZBbI/AAAAAAAABCc/dXg3MJn7YEA/s1600-h/PB076662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIvoMZBbI/AAAAAAAABCc/dXg3MJn7YEA/s320/PB076662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725523646285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fourth singer, despite her body, her voice is by far most, the best. Oh and compare her body and her legs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIv7u0TOI/AAAAAAAABCk/xfFJ0cL3RoY/s1600-h/PB076652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIv7u0TOI/AAAAAAAABCk/xfFJ0cL3RoY/s320/PB076652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725528890952930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A duet between the first and second singer. They sang a cute love song. Unfortunately, it's in Chinese. So, I just smiled and nod =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIwc8i2rI/AAAAAAAABCs/9o2_SW7rHDk/s1600-h/PB076656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIwc8i2rI/AAAAAAAABCs/9o2_SW7rHDk/s320/PB076656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725537806899890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duet between the third and fourth singer. They sang an old song but their voice combined together... FUCKING GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that, there was a mini-game. It's a game of quiz where the MC would ask questions about the show that the Hong Kong stars are in. Winner gets a book XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIw-L4UvI/AAAAAAAABC0/tXsY1HIw7jU/s1600-h/PB076663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbIw-L4UvI/AAAAAAAABC0/tXsY1HIw7jU/s320/PB076663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401725546729591538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The MC and his 'girlfriends'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, it was time for the stars to reveal themselves!! But before that, there was another new MC that took the event from then. His name was Jason something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM3xIWwbI/AAAAAAAABC8/dOLXdmvNwUs/s1600-h/PB076664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM3xIWwbI/AAAAAAAABC8/dOLXdmvNwUs/s320/PB076664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730061530743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He introduced himself a little and talked to us about the stars. He then introduced the stars as they walked up to the stage! First to come up are the pair from the series 'Born Rich'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM4DuvNEI/AAAAAAAABDE/qZf59nm1dJk/s1600-h/PB076667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM4DuvNEI/AAAAAAAABDE/qZf59nm1dJk/s320/PB076667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730066523567170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The handsome Joe Ma and the cute and sexy Sharon Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The crowd was going wild already when they saw the duo walking up the stage. Then, next on. You would wish you had a pair of earmuffs when the pair from the series 'Beyond The Realm Of Conscience' appeared onto the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM4_YaVyI/AAAAAAAABDQ/nhyseGxJf-g/s1600-h/PB076668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM4_YaVyI/AAAAAAAABDQ/nhyseGxJf-g/s320/PB076668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730082536052514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hot Kevin Cheng and the hyperactive Susan Tse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking at Kevin, the fan girls shouted like there was no tomorrow. I swore to you, any louder than that and my camera lens will crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM5Jo6ZkI/AAAAAAAABDc/4clzlKVh5oI/s1600-h/PB076671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM5Jo6ZkI/AAAAAAAABDc/4clzlKVh5oI/s320/PB076671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730085289616962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon, greeting us Malaysians =3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM5lfL6BI/AAAAAAAABDo/ckQnczczxXI/s1600-h/PB076672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbM5lfL6BI/AAAAAAAABDo/ckQnczczxXI/s320/PB076672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730092765014034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe said he had visited Malaysia plentiful times before so he was already familiar with our country =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSaiBGbBI/AAAAAAAABD0/4tSh_Zmm-wo/s1600-h/PB076673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSaiBGbBI/AAAAAAAABD0/4tSh_Zmm-wo/s320/PB076673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736156327341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan, better known as the notorious fierce Empress in Beyond The Realm Of Conscience, cracking a joke xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSbMB-ggI/AAAAAAAABD8/glWP37cwsE8/s1600-h/PB076675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSbMB-ggI/AAAAAAAABD8/glWP37cwsE8/s320/PB076675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736167605305858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin was rather cool until Joe interrupted and cracked a joke that broke the ice among us XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSbtxTq_I/AAAAAAAABEE/R2ImErlYlYY/s1600-h/PB076674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbSbtxTq_I/AAAAAAAABEE/R2ImErlYlYY/s320/PB076674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736176662195186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was game time! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, game time with the stars. The first game was something like a last one standing game. Joe and Sharon is in one team while Kevin and Susan are in another. Each team is provided with one mahjong paper on the floor. The stars then have to pick the audience to come up the stage and stand on the paper during the course of a music. Once the music stops, the paper with the most people standing on it is the winner. However, for the people who stood into the paper, their legs musn't touch the ground or he/she will be disqualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game started, I held my hand up high. Then Kevin was the first to spot me! He pointed at me and asked me to head onto stage. He was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: *points at me* You!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *looks around* Me?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: *Nods* Yeah, you! Come up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn excited wei!! XD Then he also called my brother up. We rushed onto the stage and stood on the paper. Then slowly, there were more people coming up and when the music stopped. Jason came up and judged us. There were around 11 people on Joe/Sharon's team while in Kevin/Susan's team... THIRTEEN people!! LOL, and what's more? Among those thirteen people, only me and my brother are guys while the other eleven were all girls! Hot girls~ &gt;=3 HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, photography session of the participants and the stars after receiving prices from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbScEv4-kI/AAAAAAAABEM/smu5j5SuMqU/s1600-h/PB076676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbScEv4-kI/AAAAAAAABEM/smu5j5SuMqU/s320/PB076676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736182830266946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darn it, look at that lucky girl beside Kevin. She managed to camwhore with him!! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbScaFBWlI/AAAAAAAABEU/gcCuwL4KQa0/s1600-h/PB076677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbScaFBWlI/AAAAAAAABEU/gcCuwL4KQa0/s320/PB076677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736188556040786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUEubZ2iI/AAAAAAAABEc/3MalLkFkvR4/s1600-h/PB076678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUEubZ2iI/AAAAAAAABEc/3MalLkFkvR4/s320/PB076678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737980725025314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUEyDho_I/AAAAAAAABEk/CpMqzcP-Hlw/s1600-h/PB076679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUEyDho_I/AAAAAAAABEk/CpMqzcP-Hlw/s320/PB076679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737981698614258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On to the second game! Now, another piece of mahjong paper is supplied to the stars. The stars would have to pick four players for each team. The game goes like this: the DJ will play a music, in that time, all four players must stand on the paper without their legs touching the ground with the guidance from the star. Once the music stops, Jason will judge both teams. After that, the paper will be folded into half and the music starts again. And the game goes on and on and the paper becomes smaller and smaller until a winner is decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUFGyRMGI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZlolRNw_p7s/s1600-h/PB076681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUFGyRMGI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZlolRNw_p7s/s320/PB076681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737987263377506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUFm3dGII/AAAAAAAABE0/x4EdAH4yT8s/s1600-h/PB076682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUFm3dGII/AAAAAAAABE0/x4EdAH4yT8s/s320/PB076682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737995875063938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUF-SsVRI/AAAAAAAABE8/0KrXmBiSln4/s1600-h/PB076685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbUF-SsVRI/AAAAAAAABE8/0KrXmBiSln4/s320/PB076685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401738002163324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I bet that you've seen these stars dancing before. But have you seen them dancing to Lady Gaga's Poker Face? xD Priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXIcSgnHI/AAAAAAAABFE/iCv3cJc9O7g/s1600-h/PB076686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXIcSgnHI/AAAAAAAABFE/iCv3cJc9O7g/s320/PB076686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741343110241394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially Sharon~ *growls* &gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJCbOciI/AAAAAAAABFU/NlFOa89gJ04/s1600-h/PB076688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJCbOciI/AAAAAAAABFU/NlFOa89gJ04/s320/PB076688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741353347346978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few rounds, the winner is decide. The winner was Joe/Sharon's!! During the course of the game, lots of funny moments with the stars. One example was on Kevin/Susan's team. The players were gonna fall off and both Kevin and Susan were secretly preventing them to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXIkKSlrI/AAAAAAAABFM/EU_rG-XXY7k/s1600-h/PB076687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXIkKSlrI/AAAAAAAABFM/EU_rG-XXY7k/s320/PB076687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741345223251634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Kevin, you cheater... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJla-lCI/AAAAAAAABFc/WBnA3CreygY/s1600-h/PB076690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJla-lCI/AAAAAAAABFc/WBnA3CreygY/s320/PB076690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741362741548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was Joe. He couldn't resist and had to cause havoc to Kevin/Susan's team XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJ76HoqI/AAAAAAAABFk/kQUdlIsOKvM/s1600-h/PB076692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbXJ76HoqI/AAAAAAAABFk/kQUdlIsOKvM/s320/PB076692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741368777745058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? Team Kevin/Susan were already falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbckzQNCEI/AAAAAAAABFs/TAUAP9MNFZU/s1600-h/PB076693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbckzQNCEI/AAAAAAAABFs/TAUAP9MNFZU/s320/PB076693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747327869061186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan and Joe, Beyond The Realm Of Conscience and Born Rich, an epic confrontation you wouldn't want to miss! LOL ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbclbWPLII/AAAAAAAABF0/VvCDYnP-_4c/s1600-h/PB076694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbclbWPLII/AAAAAAAABF0/VvCDYnP-_4c/s320/PB076694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747338631785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcllLUAaI/AAAAAAAABF8/4dXKhp2uVSE/s1600-h/PB076695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcllLUAaI/AAAAAAAABF8/4dXKhp2uVSE/s320/PB076695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747341270319522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photography session again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, the third game of the day. Jason will be saying any random items out and the stars will have to find it among the audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First item: Tissue. Then all four stars rushed down the stage as the audiences raced to the front and offered them their tissues. But in the end, the winner was Joe! Kevin was the last to come onto stage. Sorry, didn't had any pictures. I was busy preparing myself to offer any items that Jason might request. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second item: Earrings. Every girls rushed and gave their earrings but the winner was also Joe! I know, what the hell right xD? One funny moment about that round was the earrings that Sharon got. Apparently, her's had a little blood stain on it! LOL, perhaps someone yanked her earring out in a rush and hurt herself in the process. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third item: Belt. YES!! Finally something I have! The moment Jason announced it, I quickly pointed towards my belt and Susan noticed me immediately. She rushed down as I pulled my belt out. She then quickly took my belt and raced to the stage. Kevin just stood there with no one offering him a belt! LOL!! Just when victory seemed so close yet so far; Joe emerged as winner again ==. Susan and Sharon complained already. They demanded that the girls stand below the stage while the guys stand at the far end of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan also told Jason that I was working really hard to give her my belt xD. Worked so hard that if anybody had taken any picture of me taking off my belt in front of her would looked like a scandal case XD. Then as a gratitude, after returning my belt, we both took a picture. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcmGjOxRI/AAAAAAAABGE/jpd4FKQbB9Q/s1600-h/PB076696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcmGjOxRI/AAAAAAAABGE/jpd4FKQbB9Q/s320/PB076696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747350229009682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crap, smiling like a moron already la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fourth round: An autographed picture (something that was given in the goodie bags before we came in). Kevin was high already when Jason announced it. He immediately ran towards the audience and stood on the chair nearby my mother. My mom was hesitating whether to give Kevin the picture or not that time xD. Kevin got the picture from another person and ran up the stage just to find Joe on the stage already with the picture in his hand. LOL, again?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Joe particularly owned the entire game. With the other three stars frustrated, they demanded that Joe stayed out of the fifth round XD! Then, Kevin offered to block Joe at the fifth round. For those of you who watched Beyond The Realm Of Conscience, Kevin plays a Kung Fu master. So Joe was shaking already XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Oh boy, looks like I have to back off this time. He knows Kung Fu.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: *smiles evilly* That's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth round, also the last round; lipstick. With Joe being blocked by Kevin, the only contestant was Susan and Sharon. With Sharon wearing high heels, the winner spot was given to Susan who wore sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, group pictures again! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbjTyBQ2aI/AAAAAAAABGU/8rqkJe_EhaA/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbjTyBQ2aI/AAAAAAAABGU/8rqkJe_EhaA/s320/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401754732061579682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes girls, I get to squat down beside Kevin and take a picture. Oh and I also shook hands with him and boy, his hand was darn manly. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, on to the fourth game. Just like the third game, there is no teams. Each stars have to compete individually. And each of them had to pick two teammates from the audiences. They are then given a basket of materials; a large piece of paper, color papers, ribbons, scissors, markers etc etc. The game lets the star and his/her one teammate to be a fashion designer and design a costume for the other teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcmQNA04I/AAAAAAAABGM/-G07kCjIlGM/s1600-h/PB076699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbcmQNA04I/AAAAAAAABGM/-G07kCjIlGM/s320/PB076699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747352820175746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin and Susan with their teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbpf5NXxwI/AAAAAAAABGc/zDOZ43jzrOg/s1600-h/PB076700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbpf5NXxwI/AAAAAAAABGc/zDOZ43jzrOg/s320/PB076700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761537219610370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon and Joe along with their 'Barbie' dolls. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after a while, time ran out and it was time to show the audience of the stars' work. First to finish was Sharon, then Susan, then Kevin and then Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbpgF_f0eI/AAAAAAAABGk/_5_bDzVTCPM/s1600-h/PB076703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbpgF_f0eI/AAAAAAAABGk/_5_bDzVTCPM/s320/PB076703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761540651078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharon and her work as she explains about her costume. Cute and simple. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbpgtodphI/AAAAAAAABGs/ejmPsJvclIo/s1600-h/PB076705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbpgtodphI/AAAAAAAABGs/ejmPsJvclIo/s320/PB076705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761551291885074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Joe and his work. Apparently, his costume was a cross-reference to Beyond The Realm Of Conscience and Born Rich. (Crown, tattoo on the forehead, bow-tie, handkerchief by the pocket and the lower golden armor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbpg44BghI/AAAAAAAABG0/jfxQ1OcLWTs/s1600-h/PB076706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbpg44BghI/AAAAAAAABG0/jfxQ1OcLWTs/s320/PB076706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761554309939730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Grand Empress and her disciple... LOL! Her costume is mainly about her character as the Grand Empress in Beyond The Realm Of Conscience. If you look closely, there's a golden cape behind her teammate. Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbphUVPBFI/AAAAAAAABG8/fAL1CCebUX4/s1600-h/PB076707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbphUVPBFI/AAAAAAAABG8/fAL1CCebUX4/s320/PB076707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401761561680217170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, Kevin and his masterpiece. He said that his work was also a cross-reference to both the series. But his was a little more creative. Of course, what do you expect? Any of you TVB fans here might remember that Kevin once acted in a movie about being a barber or something (Trimming For Success). Slight advantage for him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None other than Kevin himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was a little session of lucky draw. Jason stated that under some chairs, there's a red packet there. Those who got it, wins. And unfortunately, neither me, my brother or my mom won. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsRMliB8I/AAAAAAAABHE/RJlpwmoNaSc/s1600-h/PB076709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsRMliB8I/AAAAAAAABHE/RJlpwmoNaSc/s320/PB076709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764583258064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prizes for that lucky draw includes lots of Bird's Nest and lots of Essence of Chicken. Whoa, guess that's why they called it a 'LUCKY' draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, now on to the fifth and final game for the day. This one's a little bit physical. Each stars will once again have to pick one teammate among the audiences. Then, the teammate will have a basket tied on his/her back and stand at one spot. The stars are given a giant ping pong bat and a few ping pong balls. The trick, is to hit as many ping pong balls and make sure it goes into the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, begin the selecting of the teammates. First, Sharon gets to pick her partner. And guess what? My brother was selected!! D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: Erm... I pick... that little boy over there *points to my brother*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsRuIx9QI/AAAAAAAABHM/DgHjIGgkKd8/s1600-h/PB076713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsRuIx9QI/AAAAAAAABHM/DgHjIGgkKd8/s320/PB076713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764592264279298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little boy? You don't know how wrong you are, lady. LOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, it was Joe's turn to pick, followed by Susan then finally Kevin. The game then starts with Sharon and Joe first. Sharon was having difficulty getting the balls into the basket and so does my brother xD. See, here's the tricky part. Because ping pong balls can bounce here and there, everytime it enters the basket, it would bounce right back out. So playing this game requires both skills and accuracy. In the end, Joe was the winner (again). Sharon and my brother managed to collect three ping pong balls while Joe and his teammate managed to collect five ping pong balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsR0MEpsI/AAAAAAAABHU/F190A72A-C8/s1600-h/PB076714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsR0MEpsI/AAAAAAAABHU/F190A72A-C8/s320/PB076714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764593888700098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following match was Kevin and Susan. However, Susan requested to be tied with the basket instead of hitting the ping pong balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsScsDc4I/AAAAAAAABHc/cHiGoaHj7UQ/s1600-h/PB076718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsScsDc4I/AAAAAAAABHc/cHiGoaHj7UQ/s320/PB076718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764604760257410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tah-dah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsS6v0fCI/AAAAAAAABHk/-3XRGePiNao/s1600-h/PB076719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbsS6v0fCI/AAAAAAAABHk/-3XRGePiNao/s320/PB076719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764612829117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, the game begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You should've seen Kevin before the game started. He was so darn confident that he was paddling the ping pong ball with the bat while his attention was onto Jason. And confident he should be. Why? Because he was the winner of the entire match! Susan and her teammate collected five balls just like Joe but Kevin... I think he could become a national ping pong player aside from acting. He shot in eleven ping pong balls!! WHAT THE HELL?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuxWJjn_I/AAAAAAAABHs/Yixy0tow9_U/s1600-h/PB076722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuxWJjn_I/AAAAAAAABHs/Yixy0tow9_U/s320/PB076722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767334604152818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuxyRER_I/AAAAAAAABH0/cRQIPRDqwFU/s1600-h/PB076723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuxyRER_I/AAAAAAAABH0/cRQIPRDqwFU/s320/PB076723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767342151845874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photography session again ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbvTbXdQpI/AAAAAAAABIU/SH1bZ4azRvE/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbvTbXdQpI/AAAAAAAABIU/SH1bZ4azRvE/s320/DSC00220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767920120185490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darn it!! MY BROTHER GETS TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH SHARON!!!! NO FAIR!!! D8 AND SHARON'S FACE AND HIS FACE TOUCHED TOGETHER!!! DAAAARGGHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all those tiring games and events, it's time for the final agenda; group photography session. My mom and my brother gets to have their pictures taken first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuyA8tJVI/AAAAAAAABH8/YDLgb-zoQWQ/s1600-h/PB076725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuyA8tJVI/AAAAAAAABH8/YDLgb-zoQWQ/s320/PB076725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767346092975442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dang, my brother looked like he was gonna kill someone. O__O Lol, and you know what? Susan complimented on my brother's shirt. She said it was very cute =3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuysLjVhI/AAAAAAAABIE/HUDImPOY9To/s1600-h/PB076729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbuysLjVhI/AAAAAAAABIE/HUDImPOY9To/s320/PB076729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767357697971730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gee, why am I located so far behind? Nooooooo!!! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lol, anyway, after that, it was time for the stars to head back. Awh, I'm gonna miss having such a blast with them. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbuy8uQ7VI/AAAAAAAABIM/UnBh346j8iE/s1600-h/PB076730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Svbuy8uQ7VI/AAAAAAAABIM/UnBh346j8iE/s320/PB076730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767362138533202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Managed to take one final picture of them before they leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbvT3ro2-I/AAAAAAAABIc/B2I8yKhjeWk/s1600-h/PB076818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbvT3ro2-I/AAAAAAAABIc/B2I8yKhjeWk/s320/PB076818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401767927721024482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the prices we got from the event ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Cheng Ka Wing = Hot, Handsome, Tanned, Tough and Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Tse Suet Sam = Beautiful, Still-looking young ;D, Nice, Friendly, Active and Open-minded (as opposed to the Grand Empress, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Ma Tak-Chung = Handsome, REALLY tall, Cool, Funny, Active, and Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Chan Man Chi = Gorgeous, Beautiful, Hot, Sexy, Cute, Funny, Friendly, Nice and Open-minded as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that day was really a blast in my life. It was worth leaving graduation day early for as I mentioned before. Many thanks to Astro life and Astro On Demand for giving me this great opportunity to meet these stars. And as for the stars (if they even happened to read this post =P) thank you for giving me such a wonderful time and I wish you all the best in your acting careers and if fate allows us; meet again some time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, on kyle-sui.blogspot.com...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbxsUUGZ7I/AAAAAAAABIk/QfNVA-UWIls/s1600-h/PB076749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvbxsUUGZ7I/AAAAAAAABIk/QfNVA-UWIls/s320/PB076749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401770546747041714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle ;D&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-7306779125184528755?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/7306779125184528755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=7306779125184528755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7306779125184528755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7306779125184528755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeting-kevin-cheng-susan-tse-joe-ma.html' title='Meeting Kevin Cheng, Susan Tse, Joe Ma and Sharon Chan.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_C8lD9T-9LL0/StaPTSlT9GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1OKYinosP5Y/s72-c/bornrich2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1410911834409627088</id><published>2009-11-04T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:24:36.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiocy Strikes Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="date_divider"&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;7:22pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt; saturday have clean what time table to school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Oh my gawd, spare me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1410911834409627088?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1410911834409627088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1410911834409627088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1410911834409627088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1410911834409627088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/11/idiocy-strikes-again.html' title='Idiocy Strikes Again...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-791041798762792904</id><published>2009-11-04T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:57:46.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvFifyUAtiI/AAAAAAAABA0/Ey3ErK4wyFQ/s1600-h/PB036616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvFifyUAtiI/AAAAAAAABA0/Ey3ErK4wyFQ/s320/PB036616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400205726415107618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mom's right; How am I gonna study like this? D8&lt;/span&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/8382017579394579722-791041798762792904?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/791041798762792904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=791041798762792904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/791041798762792904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/791041798762792904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title='Gosh...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SvFifyUAtiI/AAAAAAAABA0/Ey3ErK4wyFQ/s72-c/PB036616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-4855096843900034275</id><published>2009-11-03T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:49:02.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear to God, they get dumber and dumber every year...</title><content type='html'>Ever find yourself facing someone with broken english? Not to criticize anybody but, is English really hard to master? It's so fucking easy that even Obama can cry about it. But sadly, I find most Chinese in my school quite incapable of even mastering simple basic English. Here's one example that I just went through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;thank you add me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;9:56pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Sure, no prob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;erm... who are you anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;9:58pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i am smk seri mutiara 2f ,last time i am english kelab .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;9:58pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;owh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;who asked you to add me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;9:59pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;my  friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;9:59pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;names?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;9:59pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;in fin jaz file&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;what happen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;9:59pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;fin jaz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;you find in facebook he call me add anypeople then i add already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:01pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I don't get you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;sorry now i cancel you correct&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:01pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;because you say don't get me in facebook so i cancel you correct .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:03pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Look, I think you're misunderstanding me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I don't get what you're saying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Did you added me under your friend's recommendation or something else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:04pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;this word i don't understand but i can add you or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:04pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Yes, you can add me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;But I want to know who asked you to add me like what the message you've sent to me said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:06pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;because i know who are you so i add you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:06pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;so it means you added me when you saw me through facebook?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:07pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;what happend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;so now i can add you or not ,but you don,t angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:08pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Yes, you can add me and I've already approved your request&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;  Darien Yeoh    November 3 at 9:54pm&lt;br /&gt;hello ,yee khai my friend call me add you, i school in smk seri mutiara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;didn't you sent this message to me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:11pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;yes my friend call me add friend but you know i say what or not. yes this is i send but i no cheat you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:11pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;who is this friend of yours?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:12pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;he put fin jaz only but why you asking this question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:12pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I just wanted to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i don't know he full name but i know he facebook name only .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;you got angry or not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:14pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;no... why do you ask?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;because i scare you angry i add you, then you tomorrow i go to school you scole me and fight me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:16pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Lol, now why would I do that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:18pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;because you are asking me who is friend name then i so scare,then i scare i kacao to you ,you are angry then call mr.chee rotan me.got or not &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:25pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Nah, who would be that pathetic to do that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;what is the pathetic i don't understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:30pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_100000239681797_3995086024" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;stupid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;what you say me stupit why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:32pm&lt;/span&gt;Kyle&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_100000239681797_3072511428" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;I meant, the word pathetic could mean stupid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-style: italic;" class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000239681797"&gt;Darien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;please don't angry i say wrong words already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000239681797_3072511428" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;God knows how many times I smacked my head during that course of conversation. I won't elaborate further cause I'm worried that I might set off some sparks among any of you reading this. So yeah, there you have it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100000239681797_3072511428" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Kyle, still smacking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-4855096843900034275?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/4855096843900034275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=4855096843900034275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4855096843900034275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4855096843900034275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-swear-to-god-they-get-dumber-and.html' title='I swear to God, they get dumber and dumber every year...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-9059506847699017831</id><published>2009-10-28T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:47:09.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I edited these pictures in the middle of the night. Well, what can I say? Sometimes, my inspirations comes in the night. Which one do you think is better? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0a4D0IJI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iQmmTmnyD4/s1600-h/Brothers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0a4D0IJI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iQmmTmnyD4/s320/Brothers+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397551420988989586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one?&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0aT20zDI/AAAAAAAABAc/MpQx231Iufk/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0aT20zDI/AAAAAAAABAc/MpQx231Iufk/s320/Brothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397551411270831154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I happened to think I need a new header for my blog. Do you think this would be suitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0bCjEt2I/AAAAAAAABAs/7PVSHnVi26o/s1600-h/Brothers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0bCjEt2I/AAAAAAAABAs/7PVSHnVi26o/s320/Brothers+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397551423804454754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-9059506847699017831?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/9059506847699017831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=9059506847699017831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9059506847699017831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9059506847699017831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-edited-these-pictures-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Suf0a4D0IJI/AAAAAAAABAk/4iQmmTmnyD4/s72-c/Brothers+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1736596074306895364</id><published>2009-10-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:24:01.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.....!!! You know what I mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zHVW7Zy_vg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zHVW7Zy_vg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1736596074306895364?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1736596074306895364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1736596074306895364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1736596074306895364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1736596074306895364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/s-you-know-what-i-mean.html' title='S.....!!! You know what I mean.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-8654906541688966145</id><published>2009-10-19T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:51:30.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/StxDmq4ho0I/AAAAAAAABAM/CwfsD36ZJjA/s1600-h/SNC01357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/StxDmq4ho0I/AAAAAAAABAM/CwfsD36ZJjA/s320/SNC01357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394260785308476226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How would you like to train under me?"&lt;/span&gt; - One of the permanent coaches asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should I?&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/8382017579394579722-8654906541688966145?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/8654906541688966145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=8654906541688966145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/8654906541688966145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/8654906541688966145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-would-you-like-to-train-under-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/StxDmq4ho0I/AAAAAAAABAM/CwfsD36ZJjA/s72-c/SNC01357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-6793704098571031927</id><published>2009-10-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:52:39.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done it!! D8&lt;</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, Tom wasn't able to help us edit the video. So I had to do it. It's my first time editing a video, so bear with me if it stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99ed9e6a2ec0bd35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ed9e6a2ec0bd35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331242311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1305E25FE049C9A3D8AAA0160F1F63F58EAADCC0.7ADBEA57097F17343029A0304D925B5C2C9A22A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ed9e6a2ec0bd35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5wLsp7WaznAwdeOquvwYQpbiCU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99ed9e6a2ec0bd35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331242311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1305E25FE049C9A3D8AAA0160F1F63F58EAADCC0.7ADBEA57097F17343029A0304D925B5C2C9A22A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99ed9e6a2ec0bd35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5wLsp7WaznAwdeOquvwYQpbiCU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the video, this is basically the dress code for the night. If you have any suggestions or any questions, do tell and do ask. You can ask me here or you can visit our official website: &lt;a href="http://jumpednight.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jumpednight.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-6793704098571031927?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/6793704098571031927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=6793704098571031927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6793704098571031927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6793704098571031927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-done-it-d8.html' title='I&apos;ve done it!! D8&lt;'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1702272036550372540</id><published>2009-10-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:49:46.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has become such a habit to check my phone at every night. Especially after 10 o'clock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh what the hell am I doing? D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we know it's never simple,&lt;br /&gt;Never easy.&lt;br /&gt;Never a clean break, noone here to save me.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You know who ;)&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/8382017579394579722-1702272036550372540?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1702272036550372540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1702272036550372540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1702272036550372540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1702272036550372540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-become-such-habit-to-check-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-6505398543178408785</id><published>2009-10-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:16:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, grandma =(</title><content type='html'>A week ago or so, my grandma slipped and fell when she was about to grab her keys that she dropped. Because of that, she injured her leg and hip bones, according to what I know. As of know, I'm still quite clueless of her conditions. And from what I heard, after she fell, she thought it was nothing but the pain remained there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought it would go away and kept it to herself instead of telling to both of my uncles that live with her. Great job dufuses, your mom's in pain the whole time and you can't see from her expression? No offense, pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, she was admitted to the hospital. I only went to visit her yesterday and god, has she thinned. I worry for her =(. She has to undergo an operation, though I don't know what kind of operation it is. Heard from my mom that the operation's pretty risky. If I'm not mistaken, 50-50 or 60-40. Hope it's the latter =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her operation's tomorrow 8 a.m. And I as her grandson, can't be there for her when she's operating. BUMMER!!! Guess all I can do is to pray for her safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-6505398543178408785?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/6505398543178408785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=6505398543178408785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6505398543178408785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6505398543178408785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-well-soon-grandma.html' title='Get well soon, grandma =('/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-8736987955927742712</id><published>2009-10-01T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:37:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, my friend told me that there was an earthquake. I told him I couldn't feel it, I was on a massaging chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL, random. ;D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-8736987955927742712?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/8736987955927742712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=8736987955927742712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/8736987955927742712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/8736987955927742712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-my-friend-told-me-that-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-54507340257699477</id><published>2009-09-25T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T03:02:24.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JumP'Ed N!teZzz</title><content type='html'>As some of you might have already heard. We, the form five seniors, are hosting a prom event. We call ourselves the C.F.C., in short for Cheap Freak's Crew. Now, this event has nothing to do with schools or whatsoever. Our main objective for this event is well... none. We just want to have fun =D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some of you might have a bad impression towards our event after the so-called 'Cultural Night' hosted last year. But rest assure this year's event will be a blast! Last year's Cultural Night was an utter disaster mainly because of the school. As you may have known, our school's hall isn't well-equipped. So, a stuffy and hot surroundings' a given. But this prom event we're having is held in a hotel ballroom, equipped with air-conditioner and all your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because the Cultural Night was an event sponsored by the school, we have to abide the school rules as well which leads to the no 'touchy-touchy' rule between guys and girls. Another thing is that the school did not allow outsiders to attend the event, which adds up to the boring-factor. However, this prom event has nothing to do with school and we, with a warm heart, welcomes just about anybody of any sex, age or school to attend our event. As for security, we have already taken that into account and hired securities for our event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have numerous performances for our prom that will keep you entertained. Finger foods that will make you crave for more. Lucky draws, prizes to be won and so on. We guarantee you that you will have the blast of your life. All of these amazing events and programs for just a small price of RM70. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before you go complaining about the ticket price. Let me fill you in with some info. If you do some survey and check on other school's prom, their tickets' prices are a handful of RM100 and above. We could have charged you with that ridiculous price, but we know you're all teenagers just like us. We want to have fun and we want YOU to have fun too! RM70 is a small price to pay, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SryR4x1lJtI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jkN8N44EKeY/s1600-h/Flier+for+Jumped+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SryR4x1lJtI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jkN8N44EKeY/s320/Flier+for+Jumped+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385339659065042642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f769f1133448ad3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df769f1133448ad3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331242311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82CAD2D43EF57D76D55A5B0C20F3C0CF6C67970E.4B43D9D6D1DFBDEEC2BF68F9A25A7329044EC305%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df769f1133448ad3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA8pwWUpV1LoWnWZsYToLiIBa9Zw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df769f1133448ad3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331242311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82CAD2D43EF57D76D55A5B0C20F3C0CF6C67970E.4B43D9D6D1DFBDEEC2BF68F9A25A7329044EC305%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df769f1133448ad3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA8pwWUpV1LoWnWZsYToLiIBa9Zw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, visit the official &lt;a href="http://jumpednight.blogspot.com/"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt; for this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-54507340257699477?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/54507340257699477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=54507340257699477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/54507340257699477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/54507340257699477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/09/jumped-ntezzz.html' title='JumP&apos;Ed N!teZzz'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SryR4x1lJtI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jkN8N44EKeY/s72-c/Flier+for+Jumped+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-5955523272553367670</id><published>2009-09-25T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:27:28.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest lunch ever</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to post this post yesterday but... I was down with food poisoning. Bummer ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me ask you all something. Have you ever traveled long just to have your lunch? Well, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveled 2 hours just for my lunch the day before yesterday. That day, after doing the video shoot of our prom promotional video, we decided to have lunch at Santosh's father's restaurant. I thought it was near, so I tagged along. Me, Cheng Heng, Santosh and his brothers traveled 2 hours just to reach his father's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exaggerated? Believe me. We waited almost an hour for a bus to bring us all to Bandar Tasik Selatan train station. Then as we reach there, the train we were supposed to board on just departed. Had to wait for another few minutes. Once the train reaches, we traveled from there to Masjid Jamek. Took about 20 minutes or so to get there. Then, we switched train and from Masjid Jamek, we went to Taman Jaya. Another 20 minutes or so trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to this one mall by foot and finally reached the restaurant. From 2 something, we traveled until it was 4 something in the evening. I, for once, couldn't resist anymore and swept Santosh's father's foods over there. Food was superbly delicious, not to mention free. ;D (it was on the house by Santosh). Santosh's family was chatting in the restaurant, so me, Cheng Heng and Santosh took a walk around the mall. We even played a little game of pool. I was the newbie there so basically, I was bullied. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could finally go back, I stood corrected. Then once we head back to the restaurant, Santosh's mom and cousin came and they began chatting again. It was already 6 something. I told my mom I was going out for lunch and will be back a bit late, but not THIS late. Cheng Heng said he's going to head home first, I decided to tag along with him. So we left the mall and traveled by train again. From Taman Jaya to KL Central, then we switch train again. From KL Central to Subang Jaya. We walked all the way to Carrefour cause Cheng Heng wanted to do some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Cheng Heng's mom came and they fetched me back home. Told my mom I would reach home at 8 and accurately, I did so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that day could be the longest lunch of my life. Tiring yet oddly fun. Although my wallet did took a huge toll from all those traveling fees. Bummer ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-5955523272553367670?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/5955523272553367670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=5955523272553367670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5955523272553367670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5955523272553367670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/09/longest-lunch-ever.html' title='Longest lunch ever'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-2820219344652520426</id><published>2009-09-12T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:59:25.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Angeline, how in the whole-wide world did you do it?</title><content type='html'>Stayed up whole night to study on my history test. Didn't manage to sleep and went to take my test with a drowsy head. Was surprised that I didn't managed to fall asleep when taking the test albeit a major terrible headache. It's like 2012 in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline, how'd you do it? D8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-2820219344652520426?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/2820219344652520426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=2820219344652520426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2820219344652520426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2820219344652520426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-angeline-how-in-whole-wide-world-did.html' title='Oh Angeline, how in the whole-wide world did you do it?'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-5958798115915987618</id><published>2009-09-06T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:33:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is better?</title><content type='html'>This is a rough cover for my zombie story. Which one is better? You be the judge. Give me some comments. Negative feed-backs are acceptable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SqPHu6yGrII/AAAAAAAAA_c/HekpErk106A/s1600-h/Random+Zombie+Story+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SqPHu6yGrII/AAAAAAAAA_c/HekpErk106A/s320/Random+Zombie+Story+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378361988877823106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SqPHvQ1tZxI/AAAAAAAAA_k/04yyDx6kZJY/s1600-h/Random+Zombie+Story+Cover+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SqPHvQ1tZxI/AAAAAAAAA_k/04yyDx6kZJY/s320/Random+Zombie+Story+Cover+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378361994798524178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-5958798115915987618?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/5958798115915987618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=5958798115915987618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5958798115915987618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5958798115915987618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-is-better.html' title='Which is better?'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SqPHu6yGrII/AAAAAAAAA_c/HekpErk106A/s72-c/Random+Zombie+Story+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-7189628849591828287</id><published>2009-09-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:40:56.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>Guess what time it is? It's the exam time again! And it also means it's time for sleeping in the class again!! =D XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having difficulties in exams? Got too much time to spend after finishing your paper? No worries! Follow this 'Kyle's Law' below you and you'll do just fine! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sp4f8OYniKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/TFm21hGaZ7w/s1600-h/220520091408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sp4f8OYniKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/TFm21hGaZ7w/s320/220520091408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376770124640913570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, you heard. I'm having my trial examination for the coming three weeks. So, I'll be away from here for quite some time. Not that I'm here often in the first place anyway. Wish me luck =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I really wrote that on my last examination. Got my head knocked by the teacher when I was doing the paper halfway. Guess it took some time for her to find out the 'equation' that I wrote. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-7189628849591828287?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/7189628849591828287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=7189628849591828287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7189628849591828287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7189628849591828287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/09/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sp4f8OYniKI/AAAAAAAAA_U/TFm21hGaZ7w/s72-c/220520091408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-5955857535523655676</id><published>2009-08-26T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:23:37.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I die...</title><content type='html'>Look for &lt;a href="http://www.comp.nus.edu.sg/%7Ehcheng/UIUC/pic/mcmug/mcdull.gif"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;!! Click on 'her' to find out who's 'her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpUanmqMxeI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HSIFvfn8ils/s1600-h/If+I+die..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpUanmqMxeI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HSIFvfn8ils/s320/If+I+die..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374230998031320546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-5955857535523655676?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/5955857535523655676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=5955857535523655676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5955857535523655676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5955857535523655676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-die_26.html' title='If I die...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpUanmqMxeI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HSIFvfn8ils/s72-c/If+I+die..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1293726854816116995</id><published>2009-08-25T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:44:58.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed my undang test...</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right. I've just passed my undang test! YEAH, BABY!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I picked the Bahasa Malaysia language settings of course. And if I fail again even if I use B.M., my surname ain't 'Sui'. 88%'s pretty satisfactory, don't you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed once at the month of March due to two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 = I didn't study well enough before the test. In other words, I underestimated the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 = I uhhhh.... accidentally selected the English set of questions instead of the recommended B.M. ones. I mean, when you go for their lectures and read the books provided to you, it's all in B.M. and I went and picked B.I.. Results? Just one more mark till passing mark. DARN it I tell ya, I was so disappointed that time. xD Passing mark is 42/50 and I got 41/50 that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom said it's also a good thing that I failed that time. Cause, you see, once you've passed the test, you have a time limit of one year to get your P-license before it expires. And if I were to passed it on the month of March, I will have until the next year of March until it expires. But here's also the problem. My birthday's is sinfully long from that time; December 17th. And I can only attend the workshop, learn how to drive on the tracks and the main road when I'm officially 17. So by that time, it would have already been in the month of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fail my driving test, I will have to wait for a month before I can retake it. That would be somewhere around the month of March already and the undang test may have already expired by that time. Even if I can pass, there's always still a 17-year old's greatest enemy; National Service. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past is the past. At least I've passed now and have a time until next year of August before it expires. Now, I'm only eager for my birthday. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jean, now I can come back, right? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1293726854816116995?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1293726854816116995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1293726854816116995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1293726854816116995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1293726854816116995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/08/passed-my-undang-test.html' title='Passed my undang test...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-7420469791184490718</id><published>2009-08-24T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:53:32.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for my recent absence</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've decided to update my blog. Happy now, to a certain 'someone' (Oh, you know who you are.)? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll even admit it myself; I haven't been updating my blog lately and somehow brought it to it's death again. BUT I have a perfectly good reason for it, you know. It's not that I'm lazy or... something. *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing that I'll be having an one week holiday before entering my trials, I'd figure that I should update a little about my life. So, here's a little summary of what happened to me that caused me to abandoned my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a few weeks ago, I've been having my worst of the worst luck of all. Those events turned my world upside down, I tell ya. The stress was killing me so much that if I couldn't think rationally, I could have turn over to the aids of pills, alcohol, drugs or even commit suicide. NO JOKE! I was so emo that I don't even want to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one Wednesday where Daniel, I and my brother went out for dinner in a nearby mamak. After that dinner, we realized we didn't have enough money to pay for our dinner. So, Daniel drove me home to get the money while my brother stays in the mamak. I entrusted my wallet to my brother. After we returned to the stall and paying the money we owe, we left and Daniel fetched me and my brother home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I then realized that my wallet was gone. I asked my brother where my wallet is, he said he don't know when he was the last one who was holding it. He told me that he remembered bringing it into Daniel's car, so I called him and asked to see if my wallet's in. He said no. I got so pissed and interrogated my brother again. Then, I ran all the way back to the mamak to check. Bloody bugger, the truth was that my brother left it in the mamak all the while!! Thankfully, those roti-flipping machas were kind enough to keep it for me. Got it back and was relieved that nothing in there was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents told me to not scold my brother as they themselves would do it. So, okay, I thought. But in the end, guess what? They didn't do shit on him, not even a word. Instead, they scolded me. What the hell, man? He lost my wallet and I got the scolding for being careless? They sure gave me one hell of a scolding, as if the whole thing was wholly my fault. I was so pissed that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after that, I was planning to head to Fitness First with all my friends after school since they have this one-week free membership. I packed my exercising shirt, shorts and gloves in my bag. Oh and I also brought my phone along just in case I got involved in an accident or something during my workout in the gym. On that day, there was a spot-check conducted towards the form fours. I took part in it as well and checked the students. I received words that some students managed to sneak up to their classes before the spot-check began but was eventually called down to the assembly yard. I suspected something and went to their classes and conducted spot-check in their classes under the teachers' orders, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, the form four classes have three floors in a single building. I found something shockingly in each floors. For the first floor, I managed to find two sticks of cigarettes. On the second floor, well let's just skip this for the last. On the third floor, I found a creepy baby girl doll covered in artificial blood. Yes, those bug-eyed blinking plastic-made dolls that creeps the everliving shit out of my entire system. What the hell is those thing doing in a classroom in the first place anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the second floor, also the good part. I and some prefects found a living SCORPION. Cigarettes, toys, hair gel and blade I can accept, but scorpion? What in the freaking hell is wrong with you form fours, man?! Ah, anyway, after the large-scale spot-check. The disciplinary teachers suddenly conducted a sudden spot-check onto the prefects itself! Then, the only word that reached my mind; Fuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've guessed it; all my stuffs got swept away. Even my cap that I bring to school everyday was confiscated as well! I don't get it, why even cap's confiscated? It's not like they could distract us in studies or whatsoever. I don't even see the reason to why caps are not allowed. I mean, I usually walk home from school. And as you all may know, the weather nowadays' a killer. As for me who have low-blood pressure, may faint any given minute under the hot weather. So, I use a cap on my journey to home. What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you say, why don't you use an umbrella instead? Okay, I have one primary reason and one side-reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary reason = Umbrellas are quite dangerous. If you break it into two, won't it have a sharp edge? Can't you just stab any single part of the body with it and eventually injure or fatally injure someone with that? I won't take my risk into bringing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side reason = My prideful side wouldn't let me. It would make me look gay ._. Or to simply put it, looks girly. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my shirt and shorts, I really want to give those bloody bastards a piece of my mind. I noticed that most badminton players in our school who stays back for training usually wears outside shirt and pants. HOW COME THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH THAT? AND THE FACT THAT THE TEACHER HANDLING THE BADMINTON TEAM IS ONE OF THE SCHOOL'S STRICTEST TEACHER FURTHER FREAKING ENRAGED ME! IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!!! SO NOT FAIR THAT I DECIDED TO USE CAPS LOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no use arguing with them. To teachers, most of them would always have this mindset; 'I'm the teacher, I'm always right.' or something like that, I don't know. Sorry for jumping to conclusions but this is what came to me every time I face these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom to retrieve my belongings and a certain teacher had the nerves to make my mom wait like an idiot in the office from 10am to 2 something. In the end, I only manged to get my clothes back. As for my phone, well, end of the year it is. Darn it... Went home after that, and got another hell of a scolding from my parents once again. They were giving me the cold-shoulder treatment from then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, I was playing a game of futsal. I was sort of involved in an accident. How should I explain it... Oh well, you'll just have to imagine it after reading what I'll be writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bringing the ball quite fast towards the goal. The ball and I was in front of the keeper. I was ready to shoot and the keeper was kneeling. The ball was right in front of my ding-dong. The keeper threw a powerful punch to punch the ball away. He succeeded, the ball was blocked away but the punch continued zipping forward. Then, guess where it landed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who can't imagine, ask someone with a better imagination to translate it to you. For those who can, yeah, and that time, I swore I could hear church bells ringing in my head. The ball flew away from the goalpost, I flew INTO the goalpost. I could neither breathe nor stand. I just collapsed onto the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. The pain lasted for the whole day. The following day, the pain was still there and I had to take leave from school. Damn, and I missed the prefect recruiting and retirement event again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my usual clinic, the usual doctor wasn't there. While making an appointment for the doctor, I had the shock of my life my a young lady came out from the examination ward. I thought she was the doctor in duty today! I was like 'Oh ma gawd, don't tell me I have to show my ding-dong to her?!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my dad and told him: "No way in hell I'm going to show my brother to a lady doctor!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "Lady doctor then lady doctor la! What's to be afraid of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only a young lady doctor, a hot one at that. Gawd, I tell ya, my mind almost automatically went to the 'wrong' side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I entered the examination ward, turns out that the doctor is a male doctor. Thank God! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there's still more. Let's head to Friday. Friday could be the worse event of all events. I headed to school as usual, attended the assembly as usual and went up to class as usual. Somewhere around 9 in the morning, when I put my hand into my pocket. I then only realized that my wallet's gone! I panicked and dashed out of the classroom just to look for my wallet. I reported to the teacher-in-charge of the week. Guess what? She did no shit, heck I don't even see any attempts in search of my wallet from the school authorities till date neither. They only gave me the usual two line bullshit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How much money do you have inside?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inside got I.C. ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you, if they tell me that two cents shit again. I'm gonna unscrew their heads and shit down their necks. I'm freaking SERIOUS!. Knowing that the school cannot be depended, I decided to search for my wallet myself. I went through the whole school, climb onto ceiling, check every single dumpster, check into every toilet bowl, looked into every drain. Hell, still no sign of my wallet. Then it was then I guessed that some pickpocket must have stolen my wallet. Why did I jump into that conclusion? Well, it's because all the while, my wallet is placed FIRMLY inside my pocket all the while. The chances of it falling out is almost nil. And so, someone MUST HAVE taken it out from my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? My parents gave me one hell of another scolding again ==. Again, they gave me the 'this-is-entirely-your-fault' scolding. I tried talking to them that someone must have stolen my wallet, but they didn't listen. They'd continued shouting at me, asking me where the hell is my gawd-damned responsibility. The way they scolded me is like implying that I'm more to a nuisance in the family. I was so darn pissed and depressed that time that my mind couldn't think straight. That night, believe me or not, I was in a dilemma to whether commit suicide or run away from home. I'm serious, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I managed to think straight and I had to think a certain someone for comforting me with his cute and naive nature. A certain talking cheese. xD Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've guessed it. It's none other than Spongebob Squarepants! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpN8GreKlUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/xgWU6qaVFL8/s1600-h/Spongebob+Compile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpN8GreKlUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/xgWU6qaVFL8/s320/Spongebob+Compile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373775234573440322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend the whole night watching Spongebob's 10th anniversary marathon and laughed all my depression away. Seriously, that yellow dude can sure kill your stress and depression away. It's a solution even better than drugs and alcohol. Yes, I'm a Spongebob-addict. So what? It's not like there's a law against it or something, ain't there? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much to why I wasn't able to update my blog recently. But since the trials are drawing near, I might not even update for another long period of time again. So savor it! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-7420469791184490718?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/7420469791184490718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=7420469791184490718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7420469791184490718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7420469791184490718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/08/reasons-for-my-recent-absence.html' title='Reasons for my recent absence'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SpN8GreKlUI/AAAAAAAAA-s/xgWU6qaVFL8/s72-c/Spongebob+Compile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-530678330531749963</id><published>2009-07-20T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:25:19.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJWcrRgQse4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJWcrRgQse4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-530678330531749963?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/530678330531749963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=530678330531749963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/530678330531749963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/530678330531749963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/07/xd.html' title='XD'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-7934294296378383803</id><published>2009-07-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:17:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back through time</title><content type='html'>Since there was an evolutionary chart of how monkeys could turn into humans, I'd figure I should have one too. LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through some old pictures and stumbled into a few pictures of me during my young age and boy was I shocked. I won't explain much into further details. Let the pictures do the talking. The pictures are arranged accordingly to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBf4zLsBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/2Jr-2GAiMBQ/s1600-h/Young+Kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBf4zLsBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/2Jr-2GAiMBQ/s320/Young+Kyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360481472556544018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that fatty on the left? BINGO, that's me =D! This was taken at the age of 11, 2003. (See Jean? I dah britau I dulu sebijik macam Doraemon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgKQj_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/TObYnrtQAVE/s1600-h/Yee+Khai+%26+Gan+Yang.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgKQj_HI/AAAAAAAAA9s/TObYnrtQAVE/s320/Yee+Khai+%26+Gan+Yang.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360481477243174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still the one of the left, taken during the early year of 2005 I think (form one). But here's the shocking thing }=D. The picture from above was taken during January or March or somewhere around but let's skip all the way to December, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgbSXtEI/AAAAAAAAA90/2sP6Kr_EFHw/s1600-h/Form+One+Kyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgbSXtEI/AAAAAAAAA90/2sP6Kr_EFHw/s320/Form+One+Kyle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360481481814160450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOOM!! LOL, see how much I've changed? Oh yeah, ignore the date. Something's probably wrong with my aunt's camera's date. I pretty much assumed this baby face looks all the way through form two (2006) and form three (2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgqBbEwI/AAAAAAAAA98/kLtzFnpgClU/s1600-h/Form+Four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBgqBbEwI/AAAAAAAAA98/kLtzFnpgClU/s320/Form+Four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360481485769609986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me when I'm form four (2008). It's when I start to change my baby face looks a little as well as my hairstyle, instead of the usual mushroom ones. Then finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBg5c3h0I/AAAAAAAAA-E/STBY-B4gk38/s1600-h/290520091497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBg5c3h0I/AAAAAAAAA-E/STBY-B4gk38/s320/290520091497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360481489911252802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have the present me =D in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these pictures here, I can have my own evolutionary chart =D! Heck, I'd even created one with photoshop (thank you, photoshop XD). I call it, 'The Evolution of Kyle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRRz9Xk8dI/AAAAAAAAA-k/m1trKkmWBME/s1600-h/Evolution+of+Kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRRz9Xk8dI/AAAAAAAAA-k/m1trKkmWBME/s320/Evolution+of+Kyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360499409566364114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOOOOOOOOOL~~~~!!!!!!! XDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and one more thing... This matter had been floating around my mind a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRF_begelI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wpArVaDtwMI/s1600-h/Form+One+Kyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRF_begelI/AAAAAAAAA-M/wpArVaDtwMI/s320/Form+One+Kyle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360486412487522898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRF_-zfWaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/f67rWvHZg-0/s1600-h/290520091497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRF_-zfWaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/f67rWvHZg-0/s320/290520091497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360486421970770338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to ask you one VERY important question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRGAWUOAKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PZuD5DAYSX8/s1600-h/240520091425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRGAWUOAKI/AAAAAAAAA-c/PZuD5DAYSX8/s320/240520091425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360486428282060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should I shave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-7934294296378383803?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/7934294296378383803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=7934294296378383803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7934294296378383803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/7934294296378383803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-through-time.html' title='Looking back through time'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SmRBf4zLsBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/2Jr-2GAiMBQ/s72-c/Young+Kyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-6618622165847505941</id><published>2009-07-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:33:39.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofing around with photoshop</title><content type='html'>It's been a year or so since I had photoshop installed into my computer and gosh, how much fun I had with it. Editing pictures and such are such free time killer ;D. Sometimes when I get bored or get inspired, I immediately edit pictures that may look stupid to most of you. But what the heck, I love editing all the way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching around my computer and found a stash of my previous works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b0tF0D4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Xnm3qwlObgg/s1600-h/I+AM+LEGEND+%28KYLE%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b0tF0D4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Xnm3qwlObgg/s320/I+AM+LEGEND+%28KYLE%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680830144417666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b1FiHBEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/CaY_PRGmWn4/s1600-h/I+AM+LEGEND+KJ+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b1FiHBEI/AAAAAAAAA4E/CaY_PRGmWn4/s320/I+AM+LEGEND+KJ+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680836705551426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first ever photoshop editing. Got my inspiration from... Need me to explain? After this, all my work was pretty much random. =P Random pictures, dedication pictures, you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cbV4mfNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d0U5gftqUzU/s1600-h/Kyle+Sui+is+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cbV4mfNI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d0U5gftqUzU/s320/Kyle+Sui+is+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681493929884882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3l0w5nYYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/V3tNxrP3xBc/s1600-h/Wallpaper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3l0w5nYYI/AAAAAAAAA6s/V3tNxrP3xBc/s320/Wallpaper+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691826283274626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kOx5bx2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/8Y4GOoCDx88/s1600-h/Wallpaper+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kOx5bx2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/8Y4GOoCDx88/s320/Wallpaper+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690074204292962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hwE-ukZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/L7Z339-J1EA/s1600-h/Sam%27s+guide+to+cannonballing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hwE-ukZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/L7Z339-J1EA/s320/Sam%27s+guide+to+cannonballing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687347727569298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hvmD1AII/AAAAAAAAA5c/30kvsqeSH5Y/s1600-h/Stunts+by+yours%27+truly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hvmD1AII/AAAAAAAAA5c/30kvsqeSH5Y/s320/Stunts+by+yours%27+truly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687339427463298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNyOabpI/AAAAAAAAA5U/B_I2ogE3yX8/s1600-h/GROUP+DIVE%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNyOabpI/AAAAAAAAA5U/B_I2ogE3yX8/s320/GROUP+DIVE%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682360531021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNn3_7ZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/_sgpBt_X9zU/s1600-h/Birthday+Bash%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNn3_7ZI/AAAAAAAAA5M/_sgpBt_X9zU/s320/Birthday+Bash%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682357752655250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNXzFQ9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/kkBiEFZI3Wk/s1600-h/Splash%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dNXzFQ9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/kkBiEFZI3Wk/s320/Splash%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682353437066194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rp8iMI6I/AAAAAAAAA7c/ecjKaN-XFu8/s1600-h/Photo0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rp8iMI6I/AAAAAAAAA7c/ecjKaN-XFu8/s320/Photo0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979712474162082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rpTbS3RI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4hOi8EiYKV0/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rpTbS3RI/AAAAAAAAA7U/4hOi8EiYKV0/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979701439388946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xz2amXUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/q3v9vm3Eomw/s1600-h/Sheriff+Joo+Yee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xz2amXUI/AAAAAAAAA8s/q3v9vm3Eomw/s320/Sheriff+Joo+Yee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986479700172098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xzvYaWZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Se6zzNeE_fI/s1600-h/Things+Karumenu+Would+Die+For.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xzvYaWZI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Se6zzNeE_fI/s320/Things+Karumenu+Would+Die+For.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986477811947922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xzRZr2nI/AAAAAAAAA8c/eEqKnLJqy7k/s1600-h/Good+Luck%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xzRZr2nI/AAAAAAAAA8c/eEqKnLJqy7k/s320/Good+Luck%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986469764225650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zBziQSCI/AAAAAAAAA88/vr4B__xfpZY/s1600-h/Shitman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zBziQSCI/AAAAAAAAA88/vr4B__xfpZY/s320/Shitman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987818956769314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zBSjxllI/AAAAAAAAA80/UMLGp64ebwg/s1600-h/Carlame-Karumenu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zBSjxllI/AAAAAAAAA80/UMLGp64ebwg/s320/Carlame-Karumenu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987810104776274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty random, eh? Here's pictures that contains messages that I've made for no apparent reasons or whatsoever. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7gf3IimwI/AAAAAAAAA68/75_WslvqTeo/s1600-h/NO+to+B.E.E.F.+camwhoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7gf3IimwI/AAAAAAAAA68/75_WslvqTeo/s320/NO+to+B.E.E.F.+camwhoring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358967444597807874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was created when I was annoyed by the gigantic amount of what I would like to call 'extreme' camwhoring or as the picture says, Big Eyed Emo Facial camwhoring in social websites such as Friendster and such. Basically, it's pretty much another random picture I made to kill time. Collaborated with my childhood friend, Carmen Hor. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7ggFQVBpI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nKiuIqyZEoo/s1600-h/Pornos+are+dangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7ggFQVBpI/AAAAAAAAA7E/nKiuIqyZEoo/s320/Pornos+are+dangerous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358967448388568722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, this picture was by far the most LOL-est picture I've ever edited. This picture was made in response of the infamous sex scandal case of Edison Chen last year in 2008. Daniel was hanging out in my house and by chance, we happen to stumble on Edison's CD. Played it out of curiosity and it really burnt our fragile little minds. I won't explain how freaking ridiculous the whole thing was. So, I edited this picture to warn others of the dangers of pornography. Daniel helped out in making of this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were pictures created inspired by movies and animations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cbgL8k6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/2lv249uj5As/s1600-h/Last+One+Standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cbgL8k6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/2lv249uj5As/s320/Last+One+Standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681496695378850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to recreate this one wallpaper from this TVB drama called 'Last One Standing'. The picture of me inside was UTTERLY random. I was messing around with it and had a picture of me placed inside. I know, I know, it looked horrible. SHUT UP!! D=&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dMgS4m6I/AAAAAAAAA48/6RV8lFhTYyA/s1600-h/From+Malaysia+Without+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dMgS4m6I/AAAAAAAAA48/6RV8lFhTYyA/s320/From+Malaysia+Without+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682338538068898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is made out randomly as well from one of James Bond's series 'From Russia With Love'. Collaborations from the cute and sexy Miss Kua Siang Er! LOL &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dMX7GlXI/AAAAAAAAA40/OhQyXffvtcw/s1600-h/This+is+Keron%21%21%21+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3dMX7GlXI/AAAAAAAAA40/OhQyXffvtcw/s320/This+is+Keron%21%21%21+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358682336290837874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was from a Japanese animation, Keroro parodying 300. I don't know what came over me that made me edit a picture like this. =/ Bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cckd-5XI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EqGXtbX9yJg/s1600-h/Moonlight+Resonance+Kyle%27D+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cckd-5XI/AAAAAAAAA4s/EqGXtbX9yJg/s320/Moonlight+Resonance+Kyle%27D+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681515024639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one... I am DEFINITELY going to be sued by TVB if they ever saw this. LOL. I created it after watching Hong Kong's amazing drama called Moonlight Resonance. Sorry for the blur picture of me, my brother took that picture for me and he ain't much of a photographer that time. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were pictures created inspired from video games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hxTSCEOI/AAAAAAAAA58/rIUkg15UfaM/s1600-h/Metal+Gear+Stupid+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hxTSCEOI/AAAAAAAAA58/rIUkg15UfaM/s320/Metal+Gear+Stupid+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687368746504418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Metal Gear Stupid!! LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hw_RoEXI/AAAAAAAAA50/T8GdJZDElqI/s1600-h/Metal+Gear+Stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hw_RoEXI/AAAAAAAAA50/T8GdJZDElqI/s320/Metal+Gear+Stupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687363376091506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was my favorite among the two. Whatchya think? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used photoshop to color my drawings ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zC-lO9jI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DTRjoU3NBKk/s1600-h/Bonta-Kun+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zC-lO9jI/AAAAAAAAA9M/DTRjoU3NBKk/s320/Bonta-Kun+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987839101924914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zCbtjeiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5INjraft2OQ/s1600-h/Bonta-Kun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zCbtjeiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5INjraft2OQ/s320/Bonta-Kun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987829741582882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zDI-EtEI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iJCxJlr4Ebk/s1600-h/Kaname+Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zDI-EtEI/AAAAAAAAA9U/iJCxJlr4Ebk/s320/Kaname+Edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987841890464834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zW-oHXwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jTxZUPSh9lo/s1600-h/Life+In+Japan+%28Kyle%29+coloured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7zW-oHXwI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jTxZUPSh9lo/s320/Life+In+Japan+%28Kyle%29+coloured.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358988182711394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... being the terrible artist that I am, those pictures didn't turn out well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and last year, I had this program called EYE, Exxonmobil Young Entrepreneurs. We established a company called Pearl Star Enterprise under that program. We had business activities such as selling stuffs and such. Heck, this blog used to be that company's blog that was under my care =P. After the company disbanded, I took the liberty to change this blog from http://pearlstartenterprise.blogspot.com to the now http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did made promotional posters to advertise our products last year as well as a few ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xy2Kta0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/7v5Yo-Ckzo4/s1600-h/Car+Wash+Advertisment+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xy2Kta0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/7v5Yo-Ckzo4/s320/Car+Wash+Advertisment+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986462453656386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xyqedBlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3NSUqVVWIps/s1600-h/Universality+of+Arts+Night+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7xyqedBlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/3NSUqVVWIps/s320/Universality+of+Arts+Night+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986459315242578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t_RwaOnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/97HnsjKf0eI/s1600-h/Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t_RwaOnI/AAAAAAAAA8E/97HnsjKf0eI/s320/Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982277971458674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-wTLcPI/AAAAAAAAA78/AWkzkRWvXhE/s1600-h/Hall+Of+SMKSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-wTLcPI/AAAAAAAAA78/AWkzkRWvXhE/s320/Hall+Of+SMKSM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982268990484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-fK6myI/AAAAAAAAA70/HaVvQ8EmDXE/s1600-h/Formal+Wear+of+CN+%28F%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-fK6myI/AAAAAAAAA70/HaVvQ8EmDXE/s320/Formal+Wear+of+CN+%28F%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982264392424226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-D6qf8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/9BNbjiK3TmI/s1600-h/Formal+Wear+of+CN+%28M%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t-D6qf8I/AAAAAAAAA7s/9BNbjiK3TmI/s320/Formal+Wear+of+CN+%28M%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982257076502466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t9wjpKSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/06p1Dl6Hz_s/s1600-h/fake+choir+front+page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7t9wjpKSI/AAAAAAAAA7k/06p1Dl6Hz_s/s320/fake+choir+front+page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358982251879672098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore the last one. I was just trying to prove to my friends that I can recreate this year's choir competition's brochure. Seriously, that didn't take my more than 10 minutes... those lazy asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made pictures out as birthday shoutouts to my friends out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kMo-x6EI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rdAP2-LqSpo/s1600-h/Cheng+Heng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kMo-x6EI/AAAAAAAAA6M/rdAP2-LqSpo/s320/Cheng+Heng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690037451057218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kMLfj5XI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YsJamfQt-KA/s1600-h/Angeline,+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kMLfj5XI/AAAAAAAAA6E/YsJamfQt-KA/s320/Angeline,+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690029535487346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kM0ntjlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ILnMDh1pNXk/s1600-h/P1225246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kM0ntjlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ILnMDh1pNXk/s320/P1225246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690040575528530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kOWJrh_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/QOl3IkXUT_o/s1600-h/24012009940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3kOWJrh_I/AAAAAAAAA6c/QOl3IkXUT_o/s320/24012009940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358690066756241394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, good times, good times~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, remember about me writing my own story? I even created pictures as a book cover of some sort for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cb4GkMAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/T-AwhvMAKhI/s1600-h/Random+Zombie+Story+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3cb4GkMAI/AAAAAAAAA4c/T-AwhvMAKhI/s320/Random+Zombie+Story+1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681503115259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3ccfv_kbI/AAAAAAAAA4k/n949_AQuUms/s1600-h/Random+Zombie+Story+4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3ccfv_kbI/AAAAAAAAA4k/n949_AQuUms/s320/Random+Zombie+Story+4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358681513758003634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, they really ARE holding hands. Forced them to anyway &gt;=). But still, had to thank them for cooperating with me despite the embarrassing posture I made for them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we have blog headers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hwosHFWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FqeqDbf1eG4/s1600-h/Homeworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3hwosHFWI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FqeqDbf1eG4/s320/Homeworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358687357313160546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3l1bQDMBI/AAAAAAAAA60/E8iAOn5Yj48/s1600-h/Sunset+Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3l1bQDMBI/AAAAAAAAA60/E8iAOn5Yj48/s320/Sunset+Header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358691837651660818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here's a question for all of ya. Which one of the headers you think is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, time sure had passed. Who would've guessed that I would edit all those ridiculous pictures? And a lot of them at that. Anyway, here are my latest works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3bzgDdHfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4ON3DxvFFFs/s1600-h/Prototype+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3bzgDdHfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4ON3DxvFFFs/s320/Prototype+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680809464995314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3bz1BUnzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/gW9mNLmKCu8/s1600-h/Prototype+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3bz1BUnzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/gW9mNLmKCu8/s320/Prototype+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680815093194546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two was inspired after I saw Terminator: Salvation's promotional poster. I was trying to impersonate Sam Worthington's character, Marcus Wright in the first one. The second one... well yeah... I tried impersonating Christian Bale's portrayal of John Connor, but I find it hard so I abandoned it first. But after rechecking all the pictures I've taken for this, I saw this one particular picture and the inspiration hit me. Woh-lah, the second picture was born. Got the background from one of the levels from Call Of Duty 4. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b0S0lspI/AAAAAAAAA30/tFEuG2s4fU4/s1600-h/Last+One+Standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b0S0lspI/AAAAAAAAA30/tFEuG2s4fU4/s320/Last+One+Standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358680823092851346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is by far, the best picture I've ever edited yet in my opinion. It has nothing to do with TVB's Last One Standing though I did had my inspiration came from one of the drama's posters. But this picture was created from one of my novels that I had stopped writing due to writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, notice the black and white picture in it? The chubby little fatso was me during my young days! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW TIME HAVE PASSED!!! LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rpepeCVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/EGgImUcHv2k/s1600-h/Yee+Khai+%26+Gan+Yang.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl7rpepeCVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/EGgImUcHv2k/s320/Yee+Khai+%26+Gan+Yang.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358979704451631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle says  THANK YOU ADOBE PHOTOSHOP!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Laughing Out Loud!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-6618622165847505941?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/6618622165847505941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=6618622165847505941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6618622165847505941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6618622165847505941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofing-around-with-photoshop.html' title='Goofing around with photoshop'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sl3b0tF0D4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Xnm3qwlObgg/s72-c/I+AM+LEGEND+%28KYLE%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-3493879088109255818</id><published>2009-07-14T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:01:30.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Keusahawan 09</title><content type='html'>Have to hand it to them, this year's Hari Keusahawan was off the hook. Heck, last years' was like a graveyard compared to this years. With musics, dances, foods, games (both physically and electronic ;D) and especially haunted houses, this year's Hari Keusahawan was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much pictures cause I was pretty busy the whole day helping out Santosh and Cheng Heng with their DJ booth. Yes, 5 Science 2 had a DJ booth, with our experience DJ, DJ Blaack. What did we do? With courtesy from DJ Blaack's DJ equipments, we played loads of musics. We had song dedications, with RM1 of your coupon, you can choose one song to play it out loud. We also offer to help other stalls to promote for a reasonable price of RM2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business was huge and heck, I didn't even have time to spend any of my coupons nor eat anything. In the end, I just gave all my coupons for my brother to lay waste on it. Besides the DJ booth, 5 Science 2 also had another stall that sells foods and drinks. Mainly burgers, hotdogs, orange juice and lychee juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class wasn't like other classes that had posters or fliers to promote their stalls. We only had a few cardboards to promote it. So, I decided to make some models as an asset to promote the stall. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By using loads of kitchen rolls, toilet rolls, newspapers, straws, cellophane tapes and P.V.A glue. I've made a model of burger and hotdog to promote my class' stall. Yup, you didn't read wrong, I did made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQpncknXI/AAAAAAAAA20/l7SM-R2i7XU/s1600-h/08072009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQpncknXI/AAAAAAAAA20/l7SM-R2i7XU/s320/08072009093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246332557729138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't color them. I left the coloring work to Azila and Matthew. Was lazy to color anyway =P. Besides, I have two reasons for not coloring. One; all of my water colors are dried up. Two; feeling not enough, I made another model to promote the food that my class sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one cartoon where making burgers in underwater plays a role in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINGO, that's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQqALH4wI/AAAAAAAAA28/15S4GnFjK8o/s1600-h/10072009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQqALH4wI/AAAAAAAAA28/15S4GnFjK8o/s320/10072009094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246339195429634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, making Spongebob was far most the hardest work I've ever done. I've spent exactly four days and nights to finish this. Working from afternoon till four in the morning. Through the whole night, I spent hours using the hairdryer to fasten the PVA glue's drying only to have a major freaking headache the next day. But still, WOH-LAH, this is what I managed to squeezed out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days and nights + one old DVD box + carboards + a roll of kitchen roll and toilet roll + a bottle of PVA glue + hairdryer = A model of Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished it a day before Hari Keusahawan, so I have to color it myself. Luckily for cousins who lives a few houses beside you, I managed to borrow poster colors from them. I stayed awake until four something in the morning to color it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQqqPRN2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBJ6Z-zXW5c/s1600-h/11072009095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQqqPRN2I/AAAAAAAAA3E/lBJ6Z-zXW5c/s320/11072009095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246350487107426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First result. I haven't draw in the details and it still looks weird. Oh and his bucktooth's also a little too long, so I had it shorten a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQq3mbscI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eKeHrqmSA90/s1600-h/11072009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQq3mbscI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eKeHrqmSA90/s320/11072009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246354073924034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to draw in the details, I noticed something missing. What does a sponge had all over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, HOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQrVv2f7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/UpP97Hi_J8s/s1600-h/11072009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQrVv2f7I/AAAAAAAAA3U/UpP97Hi_J8s/s320/11072009097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246362166493106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to draw in Spongebob's details and after half an hour of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah-dah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQ36IP12I/AAAAAAAAA3c/q1071TImjkg/s1600-h/11072009039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQ36IP12I/AAAAAAAAA3c/q1071TImjkg/s320/11072009039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358246578090923874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Spongebob's collar looks weird!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'His shoes looks like shit!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'His pants are too long!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'His hands are retarded!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He is butt-ugly!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look pal, I don't care if it doesn't look nice. It's not like I haven't tried my best to make a model of Spongebob out. I ain't no artist to begin with anyway. So if you're going to be a bitch and insult my work, be my guest but rest assure that one word from any of you shall be returned in millions by yours' truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spongebob model caught lots of attention on that day, some people even thought that our class was selling it and wanted to buy it. XD LOL! Should've put a 'Not For Sale' sign there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger was all sold out, so was the drinks. The only thing that had remainants was the hotdog, lol. Too bad they don't have a cartoon character that makes hotdog, eh? Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hari Keusahawan was really superbly fun. Next year, no doubt I'll return for it as a senior xD. And this time, I'll go crazy with all the games and activities that they offer on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-3493879088109255818?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/3493879088109255818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=3493879088109255818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3493879088109255818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3493879088109255818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/07/hari-keusahawan-09.html' title='Hari Keusahawan 09'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SlxQpncknXI/AAAAAAAAA20/l7SM-R2i7XU/s72-c/08072009093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-3872531286321247165</id><published>2009-07-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:23:27.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths and Science to be taught in Bahasa Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MATHS and science WILL be taught in Bahasa Malaysia, under a government policy reversal that will affect tens of thousands of schoolchildren, and their parents, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fuck... Had to pity all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/content/7543-maths-science-be-taught-bahasa"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/content/7543-maths-science-be-taught-bahasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-3872531286321247165?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/3872531286321247165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=3872531286321247165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3872531286321247165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3872531286321247165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/07/maths-and-science-to-be-taught-in.html' title='Maths and Science to be taught in Bahasa Malaysia'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-5017151813642793867</id><published>2009-06-03T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:20:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns FTW!!!</title><content type='html'>Had to thank my uncle for bringing me and my family to the shooting range last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND of course, my parents for paying the administration fees. Love ya ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle brought his and my family to a shooting club in Selangor. The club's name was Selangor Shooting Association. If you want to know about it, click &lt;a href="http://www.gunclub.org.my/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. He applied membership for all of us as a member himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right, my 50 something year old uncle is actually a gun holding elderly man XD. Don't mess with him. He has a license to keep and wield a firearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, registering for the membership was a little awkward. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's been a while since I fill in forms and stuffs. So, a little weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSqTnbEGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KnDsoP8hgtM/s1600-h/310520091505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSqTnbEGI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KnDsoP8hgtM/s320/310520091505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119263439458402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First part of the form. Mistaken the nationality and sex's column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSqjN0zZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1MJke4Fq9FE/s1600-h/310520091506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSqjN0zZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1MJke4Fq9FE/s320/310520091506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119267627060626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second part of the form. The last part of the form could be messed around, if you know what I mean. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSq_SmwvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/R0BgJJGD3rU/s1600-h/310520091507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSq_SmwvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/R0BgJJGD3rU/s320/310520091507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119275163304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Smiles evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took a few minutes for the receptionist to register in all of our membership. Administration fee for citizen below 21 is RM100 and a fee of RM60 per year while for those who already exceeded 21, administration fees' RM1000 and the fee is... I can't remember. ANYWAY, definitely a promotion I don't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, my uncle took me for a tour around the club. He took me to the shotgun shooting area. Saw a few old pops there laying waste to plastic dishes shot into the air with their shotguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSrdzKblI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bX_XeWVUoEY/s1600-h/310520091511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaSrdzKblI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bX_XeWVUoEY/s320/310520091511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119283352923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely a suitable retirement activity, huh Dad? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjJg4PxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ASWLoJOCp9E/s1600-h/310520091512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjJg4PxI/AAAAAAAAA0c/ASWLoJOCp9E/s320/310520091512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123538515083026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poor dishes remaining to be blown into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjVA7moI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jHCj8EZfi_8/s1600-h/310520091513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjVA7moI/AAAAAAAAA0k/jHCj8EZfi_8/s320/310520091513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123541602310786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They shoot bottles too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You should've seen and heard how loud those Boom-Sticks could make. Forget what you heard in TV shows or movies, an actual shotgun shooting could definitely deafen your ears. Gotta give props to the old pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the registration process' done, we went and rent ourselves two guns. RM 2 for one gun, how sweet is that? Ammunition have to buy as well, I can't remember how much it cost for one box already. All I remembered was there was 50 .22 caliber bullets in it in a box. Bullets were smaller that I had expected. Even smaller than your pinkie... You know, why don't you read about it yourself? Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/.22_Long_Rifle"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got my gun, I expected something like an ordinary handgun. You know, a Glock, Beretta, H&amp;amp;K, or at the very least, an officer's ordinary revolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafyRB4sPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PmUuQqh5Cvk/s1600-h/310520091529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafyRB4sPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/PmUuQqh5Cvk/s320/310520091529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133693835260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked my gun, I got a gun that I've never seen before. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjjn4M4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZsM_-q44X_s/s1600-h/310520091514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWjjn4M4I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ZsM_-q44X_s/s320/310520091514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123545523762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafyKRmChI/AAAAAAAAA2c/V2FroDqfacE/s1600-h/310520091528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafyKRmChI/AAAAAAAAA2c/V2FroDqfacE/s320/310520091528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133692022098450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked it on the net, it's a Walther GSP. Uses five .22 caliber bullets per magazine. Weights around 1kg. Uses iron sights and has low recoils. Wanna read more? Read this by clicking &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walther_GSP"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle then took us all to the side-arm shooting range. Lots of people there as well. Some of them brought in their own personal guns. I saw Glocks and H&amp;amp;Ks. Hell, I even saw someone with a frickin rifle! What the hell, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing though, the whole arena there was REALLY loud. Who would've thought that handguns could be so darn loud? One gunshot's like BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was someone who shot ten shots at once with their Glocks, imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear's already deaf by the time they shot their second shot.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae0o8VneI/AAAAAAAAA1c/iduxdwxCE6o/s320/310520091520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132635102551522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWj6H2W7I/AAAAAAAAA00/WRmRe-OUY4s/s1600-h/310520091515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWj6H2W7I/AAAAAAAAA00/WRmRe-OUY4s/s320/310520091515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123551563439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wasting one magazine, my ear drum was vibrating like hell. It was seriously VERY loud. Stole a earmuff from my dear cousin to cover my ears, leaving her eardrums exposed to the never ending gunshots that run through the air. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae0etVr9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/X30de2t7vO8/s1600-h/310520091519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae0etVr9I/AAAAAAAAA1U/X30de2t7vO8/s320/310520091519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132632355286994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae06OEykI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WjCo44AyC6Q/s1600-h/310520091521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae06OEykI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WjCo44AyC6Q/s320/310520091521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132639740348994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ngek ngek ngek... x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we continued wasting bullets for like 2 hours or so. Shooting a gun isn't as simple as I thought it was compared to playing Time Crisis. The aiming is always off and the weight of the gun's eating my arm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siaez8a1sLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NrmX0YwSaN4/s1600-h/310520091517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siaez8a1sLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/NrmX0YwSaN4/s320/310520091517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132623150887090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafb2dTUYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QSIv782zHpM/s1600-h/310520091522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafb2dTUYI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QSIv782zHpM/s320/310520091522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133308745372034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWkJuYGPI/AAAAAAAAA08/h7fSNK8zm-A/s1600-h/310520091516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiaWkJuYGPI/AAAAAAAAA08/h7fSNK8zm-A/s320/310520091516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123555751565554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my gun wielding uncle? He went for a round with the gun and shoot with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae0ExjT6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wHDICT22Ez8/s1600-h/310520091518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siae0ExjT6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wHDICT22Ez8/s320/310520091518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343132625393635234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hand in a pocket and another one with a gun and guess what was his result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcF9UbnI/AAAAAAAAA10/KnPJTsjOcXU/s1600-h/310520091523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcF9UbnI/AAAAAAAAA10/KnPJTsjOcXU/s320/310520091523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133312906194546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, a frickin bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, my uncle's good. As expected from a man with long time membership in the club. =/ Even my cousin, who attended National Service before, isn't someone to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcQ3hKNI/AAAAAAAAA18/SF_VgQVQwDk/s1600-h/310520091524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcQ3hKNI/AAAAAAAAA18/SF_VgQVQwDk/s320/310520091524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133315834652882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling challenged, I focused hardly and waste another magazine. The results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcvbT9sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BkLalrIGK0M/s1600-h/310520091525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiafcvbT9sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/BkLalrIGK0M/s320/310520091525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133324037846722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tah-dah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But half of them belonged to my cousin as well ==. At one point, he even scored a bull's eye. I forgot to take a picture, was too jealous to take one. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was my turn to shine. xD I tried using one hand to shot, mimicking my uncle. My result was pretty satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafcg87QbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ykAmNzWO5TM/s1600-h/310520091526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafcg87QbI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ykAmNzWO5TM/s320/310520091526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133320152302002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of those shots belonged to yours' truly. MWUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But my favorite shot was the last bullet I used. Just to make it more challenging, I changed the target's distance from 10m to 30m. This time, I took a longer time to take my shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafx1L4S-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/qTypx1KVg1c/s1600-h/310520091527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Siafx1L4S-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/qTypx1KVg1c/s320/310520091527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343133686360984546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! A point between 8 and 9, 30 meters away. I see some shooting potential in me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the best day in my life so far. I finally get to shoot a real gun. &gt;=D Hope that I could get more time to go to the club and sharpen my aimings and use a revolver or rifle some day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I suppose. 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I made sure I perform my very best because, well, it's my last year celebrating it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reached school at usual time. Went into the hall to do last minute rehearsal for the singing and the drama. Thought 'More than words' will still be sung, but Santosh told me that they canceled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... Just when I spent the whole week preparing for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day started with group activities that involves both students and teachers. Futsal, Netball, Dodge ball and such. Was surprised to see some teachers that could really play very well in futsal, they managed to dribble pass some students. Too bad, if it wasn't for rehearsing for the drama, I would join them. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hall and into the boy's toilet at the back of the hall to do last minute rehearsal while the performance was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ02tR-KyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2quTMfY9QEA/s1600-h/290520091492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ02tR-KyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2quTMfY9QEA/s320/290520091492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960591231560482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first performance was some songs sang by Nazim and a malay girl. They sang some Malay song which, I think, bored the everliving shit out of the non-Malay students and later on, an English and Malay version of 'I'm Your's'. Don't blame me for being straight forward but, I could sing better than that and I'm usually the one who can't sing. SERIOUSLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second performance was Santosh and us. Was pretty nervous before going up the stage. We told each other this that calmed ourselves down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Alright everybody, this is our last year (except for you, Sam.) screw up or not, let's just give it our best shot,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up singing 'Ain't no sunshine' and 'Heartless' in Kris Allen's version instead. The whole performance was superb, the crowd was cheering wildly for us but the only problem that occurred that time was that damn mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mic got cut off when Santosh was singing 'Heartless'. And boy, was he pissed. He went to Daniel Stevens, the P.A. boy and passed him the mic. Santosh said something that would make poor Daniel wet his pants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't care, you better fix the mic. I'm so gonna kill you lah Daniel, you wait and see..."&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third performance was Canon in D, using Violins, drums and keyboard by a group of form four students. Their song was nice, nothing more, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth performance... The performance that got everyone drooling. The beauties of SMKSM, together in one group, performed some kind of 60's dance. Have to get a bucket to contain Santosh's drools on that day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next performance was from Eve and her ladies' school basketball team. Their hip-hop dance caught everyone's attention. All the way la, broth- I mean, sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the mic became back a bitch... it got cut off again during Elizabeth and Weng Seong's song of 'Realize' by Colbie Caillat. The crowd was getting hectic; moving in and out of the hall. Some leaving, some just couldn't resist to visit the toilet bowl. Thankfully, Bryan was there to save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter introduced Bryan in as B-Boy and started breakdancing in front of the crowd. The crowd sat back in the hall and watched until we managed to fix the damn mic. After fixing the mic, they had to skip Elizabeth and Weng Seong's performance to our drama performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our drama performance was directed by Carmen Ten but with some slight twist from me and Santosh. The drama was about this bratty student named Mabel (played by Mabel) who studies in a best art performing school in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama started off with Mabel running into the scene and tells the audiences that she's late for school only to tell herself that since she's so good in dancing, the other dancers would have no problem waiting for her. Then, she took her sweet time to walk. Here, the Narrator (Santosh) introduces himself in a way that Santosh improvised last minutely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh hi there, if you must know, I'm the fallen angel,"&lt;br /&gt;*raises both his hands from the side like what an angel would do*&lt;br /&gt;*angelic sound effects by me XD*&lt;br /&gt;*pose suddenly changes to an Indian pose*&lt;br /&gt;"Vannakam~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Mabel heads into the class, she was reprimanded by her teacher (Carmen Ten) a little. The scene goes a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;: Mabel! Why are you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;: *ignores* Hi, waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then one of the students (Seira) interrupted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seira&lt;/span&gt;: I know, I know! She got stuck in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;: Keep quiet! Let's start our practice.&lt;br /&gt;*turns around again.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;: Did you really get stuck in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance then started. Four dancers: two males (Wei Jian and Bryan) and two females (Mabel and Seira). They danced to this one Malay song which tittle I've forgotten. Out of anger from the insult, Mabel pushes Seira during the dance. Then she got into an argument with her teacher because of her bossy attitude which earned her a good tight slap in the end. Enraged, she left for London to another art performing school there. Another comedic scene from our beloved Santosh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santosh&lt;/span&gt;: London ah?! Many many beautiful chicks dei. I shall go... Bye bye, see you all in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Words can't describe this scene, you'll have to listen to how he said it and his expression to get the joke. The scene then skips to the airport, where Mabel and her Dad (that's me) had a small conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santosh&lt;/span&gt;: Faster la dei! Hot chicks in London waiting for me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Here Mabel, here's your bag.&lt;br /&gt;*passes bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: I've packed your clothes, I've packed your snacks, I've packed your drinks, I've packed your PSP, I've packed your MP3, I've packed your Nitendo DS, I've packed your phone, I've packed your-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santosh&lt;/span&gt;: Can you faster or not? London chicks waiting for me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Can you shut up?! I'm talking to my daughter! Sheesh... Now Mabel, I've packed your-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;: Don't be such a nag, dad.*rushes off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Wait wa-! *takes out phone and calls Mabel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Hi Mabel, it's me. Remember to call back, remember to wake up early, remember to brush your teeth, remember to take care, remember to do your homeworks, remember to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Santosh: *snatches Mabel's phone and trashed it to the ground.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, here's the thing. The phone that Santosh smashed was a real phone! But, it's an old model that doesn't even work anymore. But you see, the original scene was that Santosh was supposed to throw the phone onto me so that I could do a back-flip fall, but I guess he forgot and threw it to the ground instead and smashed it into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ030AHSoI/AAAAAAAAAys/8v8nzOS9s_0/s1600-h/290520091493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ030AHSoI/AAAAAAAAAys/8v8nzOS9s_0/s320/290520091493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960610215578242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, as the father. I look smart, huh? Thank goodness for natural acting talents! XD&lt;br /&gt;Also, have to thank Xien Yi for borrowing me her blazer. You can even see a slight body figure shape on the blazer! HAHAHAHA!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, in London, things didn't go too well for Missy Mabel there. She made more enemies (Bryan, Wei Jian and Gan Yang) than friends in Malaysia. There was this one comical scene where Mabel would push Bryan out of annoyance but ended up pushing Wei Jian instead, who stood behind Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Jian&lt;/span&gt;: *falls dramatically in slow motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santosh&lt;/span&gt;: Whooooooooooooooaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then Gan Yang would grab Wei Jian in an almost kissing-dancing position. When everyone (Carmen and Zi Yean) laughed at them, Gan Yang let go off Wei Jian and Wei Jian fell onto the ground. Wei Jian was angry and was about to punch Mabel when the London teacher came in (Seira) and scolded them for two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: about the argument&lt;br /&gt;Two: Why wasn't she informed about Mabel's enrollment in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring it, she proceeded back with her class. The group then danced to Lady Gaga's 'Just dance'. Halfway, Wei Jian, out of anger, trips Mabel. The teacher scolded Mabel instead of Wei Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene then skips to after class where the whole gang was chatting amongst each other, excluding Mabel. They were bad-mouthing about Mabel, who silently eavesdrop from behind. There was this one scene where Bryan would sing a short modified song of 'Dangerous'. It could just be me but, the way Gan Yang made the background voice was just too unnecessary. Somehow, I felt that the students had goosebumps when listening to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel thought to herself, this scene was just exactly the same she had gone through back in Malaysia, where she would give some much trouble to those around her. Saddened, Mabel calls her father to tell him that she's returning to Malaysia. But she wishes to visit her old dancing school first. Another little comedic scene here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;: *calls her dad with her phone.* Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Mabel ah?! Remember to bring your clothes, remember to wash your face, remember to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;: *ignores her dad and speaks anyway* I'm coming back to Malaysia, I want to go back to my school first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Remember to... What? No, wait wait wait!! AHHHHHH!!!~ *gets cut off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, back in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel was walking along the road. Carmen was too walking in front of her but failed to notice each other. A reckless lorry driver (Me as well xD) and his co-driver (Gan Yang) crashed onto Carmen. The scene was REALLY hilarious, by my opinion, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Haiyo, Ah Beng! I ada langgar orang kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Yang&lt;/span&gt;: Tak tau la, boss! I pergi check.&lt;br /&gt;*wents to see Carmen's dead body*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Yang&lt;/span&gt;: *shouts like a little girl* Boss!! Boss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyo Ah Beng, apa khabar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Yang&lt;/span&gt;: Boss! Sudah mati oh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: CHOI!! Ah Beng mati, boss pun belum mati ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Yang&lt;/span&gt;: Bukan boss, perempuan yang boss langgar tadi... SUDAH MATI OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Haiyo! Betul kah? I pergi check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the truth was, Carmen wasn't dead when the lorry knocks her. In fact, she was just waking up but the stupid lorry driver, reversed his truck just to check on Carmen, knocks her down again. This time, killing her for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyoyo~! Sudah mati oh! Cabut lari ah!!! *runs off like a pussy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gan Yang&lt;/span&gt;: *checks onto Carmen only to find out that his boss had gone* Boss? BOSS!! *runs to the backstage and deliberately knocks onto a wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, Mabel comes in and mourns her dead teacher. The other students as well. The narrator would then tell the moral value of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Respect your teacher bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry, couldn't remember. Was spacing off again just like when I'm attending Moral class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole drama ended with a song written by Carmen. Her song was great, really meaningful for teachers. Daniel handled the keyboards while Ivan handled the drums and Sam, the guitar for the song. The drama group danced while Carmen, Mabel and Seira sang the song. I was supposed to dance as well but I couldn't remember the moves, so I stepped down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that this is our last year, me and Santosh decided to do something stupid. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went onto the stage and danced randomly, holding each others' hands and such. Poor Gan Yang missed a step, laughing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The lorry scene was far most the most unique one, I think. Why? It's because of my custom-made lorry, that Carmen and Mabel prepared a day before the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ02_HOSuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/TgtkhTbcNcA/s1600-h/290520091487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ02_HOSuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/TgtkhTbcNcA/s320/290520091487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960596018318050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn cool wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ03SY3iYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yrnnQInF6Cs/s1600-h/290520091488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ03SY3iYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/yrnnQInF6Cs/s320/290520091488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960601192597890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The information on the side of the lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ03qHX8UI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d31D5FjUBnE/s1600-h/290520091489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ03qHX8UI/AAAAAAAAAyk/d31D5FjUBnE/s320/290520091489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341960607561675074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lorry's plate number. SYK, obviously, Sui Yee Khai. XD&lt;br /&gt;5354, which in Chinese, literally means nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We drove the lorry just like the 'Flinstones'. Yup, using feet instead of wheels. During the drama, I lost balance of the lorry and the lorry flipped over me, banging me in the nose. The wood gave me a cut and it was bleeding after the show, had to put a plaster around my nose because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, it was Encik Saari's turn to perform. He sang an old song by the Bee Gees "I started a joke". I guess this song was very meaningful to him. Then, Cik Adlina took the mic and sung a song as well, which I forgot what is it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to end the whole event, Encik Saari and Cik Adlina sang a duet on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN9uAe2NI/AAAAAAAAAy0/RegEcuQ4RZg/s1600-h/290520091495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN9uAe2NI/AAAAAAAAAy0/RegEcuQ4RZg/s320/290520091495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988199476418770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of my class's teacher, Pn. Azizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, the whole drama gang went to Leisure Mall to catch a movie; Night in the Museum 2. Me and Wei Jian didn't watch it, instead, we went to Fitness First to exercise! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-Pjy4oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/kDfnBir9N54/s1600-h/290520091498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-Pjy4oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/kDfnBir9N54/s320/290520091498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988208482902658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN9-34ZDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/basOO_eKvgs/s1600-h/290520091497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN9-34ZDI/AAAAAAAAAy8/basOO_eKvgs/s320/290520091497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988204003746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to fill our two weeks holidays exercising. Gonna lose that 'Uncle Belly' of mine and finally get the dream body figure I've always dreamed of! LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-aVp5AI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Yuktjfn3axM/s1600-h/290520091499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-aVp5AI/AAAAAAAAAzM/Yuktjfn3axM/s320/290520091499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988211376382978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-seeaXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Nt49u5LleMA/s1600-h/290520091500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKN-seeaXI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Nt49u5LleMA/s320/290520091500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988216245217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran on running machines, rowed on rowing machines, lift dumbbells, do ab crunches, climb steps and such. Finally, we relaxed ourselves with a good short session of sauna in the sauna room. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO51-3rFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/c70uaXvAsHA/s1600-h/290520091501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO51-3rFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/c70uaXvAsHA/s320/290520091501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989232409291858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO6McdokI/AAAAAAAAAzk/iG_Ho8PUdWg/s1600-h/290520091503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO6McdokI/AAAAAAAAAzk/iG_Ho8PUdWg/s320/290520091503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989238438994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness nobody was inside to watch two ridiculous teenagers goofing around in the sauna room. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO6RMTtXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b3j5oyLgfbE/s1600-h/290520091504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiKO6RMTtXI/AAAAAAAAAzs/b3j5oyLgfbE/s320/290520091504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341989239713412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;~Wishing every teacher in this world a Happy Teachers' Day! =D&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-6340770889681446555?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/6340770889681446555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=6340770889681446555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6340770889681446555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6340770889681446555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-teachers-day-that-i-would.html' title='Last Teachers&apos; Day that I would celebrate...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiJ02tR-KyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2quTMfY9QEA/s72-c/290520091492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-2812299914266735801</id><published>2009-05-30T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:29:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye, Baby =(</title><content type='html'>Baby left. His owner had to come and take him back to where he originally belong to. Bye-bye, my walking golden hamster. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Baby can walk on two legs. There's one time where I held his food above him, Baby stood up and tried to grab it. I then bring it further away from him and guess what? He started walking towards it while still stretching his hands towards the food! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww, I'm going to miss him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbie's alone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's owner gave me another two hamsters! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, meet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6aUd3lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/caF0SooMusA/s1600-h/280520091486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6aUd3lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/caF0SooMusA/s320/280520091486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534044349652562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furbie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6MTv6OI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hTAK7xSOa6U/s1600-h/280520091479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6MTv6OI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hTAK7xSOa6U/s320/280520091479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534040588544226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Febie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the blur pictures. Those hamsters of mine are surely active especially when you're holding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those names are weird? Nah, I didn't name them, mom did it =). She took extra good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furbie and Febie lived in a different cage that my mom bought. Why? Cause, when we tried putting those two into Herbie's cage, Herbie went really mad. When we put Furbie in, Herbie almost scratched the ever-living crap out of Furbie. Worrying that Herbie might rip those two apart in just one night, my mom bought them another new cage for them to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, they lived happily ever after. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when Baby left, it seemed that Baby left something for us and Herbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw69X12KI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9_-8xOq91Qg/s1600-h/280520091477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw69X12KI/AAAAAAAAAyE/9_-8xOq91Qg/s320/280520091477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534053759047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three baby hamsters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two Winter Snow hamsters and a Winter Gold hamster! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbie was getting more and more aggressive nowadays. We were beginning to get worry; every time I try to play with her, she bites my finger like hell. There was this one time where I tried teasing her by not letting go of the food when she was biting it, she stop biting her food and went for my fingers instead! After I drop her food, she immediately grabbed it and ran up to the cabin to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, my brother found out that she gave birth to four baby hamsters! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, one died right after giving birth. =( Rest in peace, baby hamster that I haven't even get to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this great news early but Herbie's just sooooo darn protective of them. I tried taking pictures of the baby, but I just feared that the flash from my camera would stun their tiny little brains. Besides, by taking their pictures, I risk my phone getting ripped apart by mama Herbie there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, the hamsters had started to produce noises and started to move around the cage already! =D And guess what? IT'S SOOOOOOOOOO DARN CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I've yet to name them. So.... any suggestions? XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6vCnCDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/E-grpK1VuVs/s1600-h/280520091480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6vCnCDI/AAAAAAAAAx8/E-grpK1VuVs/s320/280520091480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341534049911900210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8382017579394579722-2812299914266735801?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/2812299914266735801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=2812299914266735801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2812299914266735801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2812299914266735801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-baby.html' title='Bye-bye, Baby =('/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SiDw6aUd3lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/caF0SooMusA/s72-c/280520091486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-9082004968254095050</id><published>2009-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:38:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated (very) birthday and Mother's day post.</title><content type='html'>It's my mom's 4-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Mom~!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (from afar) What?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: How old are you again?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: WHAT?! YOU (random blabbering...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, anyway, it's my mom's 44th birthday on the 18th of April! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1beui_KCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yEF8KJg-WP4/s1600-h/180420091293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1beui_KCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yEF8KJg-WP4/s320/180420091293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525316580255778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's a family member's birthday, guess what that means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's REMT time!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously&lt;br /&gt;Expensive&lt;br /&gt;Meal&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO'H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's REMT it on!! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfGU4Z4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/vH6jsJAkep4/s1600-h/180420091291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfGU4Z4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/vH6jsJAkep4/s320/180420091291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525322963543938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Uh-oh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things aren't looking too good for ya there, little buddy. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you're thinking that we Sui family are a big money spender, then you're sadly mistaken. It's just that we live by this word: 'To celebrate a family member's birthday, no matter how much money we have to spend, the smiles on our face is all it matters in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut your pie-holes up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to dine in Victoria Station. Victoria was also having a lobster promotion on my mom's birthday, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Station, somehow, has lots of Malays dining there. I bet that they're those high class Malays. Doctors, lawyers and those tall nose rich bastards &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not jealous... D=&lt; style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1beyZpRFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/x9UOnAqqrds/s1600-h/180420091290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1beyZpRFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/x9UOnAqqrds/s320/180420091290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525317614814290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust me, it might hurt your eyes, but at least it wouldn't hurt when they rip you apart... or would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lMvf4tdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/NovdYmSIVgY/s1600-h/180420091292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lMvf4tdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/NovdYmSIVgY/s320/180420091292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536002714318290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, here's some random camwhoring session. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfaCOu-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/A9UHYyJp5RY/s1600-h/180420091294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfaCOu-I/AAAAAAAAAtc/A9UHYyJp5RY/s320/180420091294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525328254024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile for the camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfrCsUMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bH4KQydiM8Y/s1600-h/180420091295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1bfrCsUMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bH4KQydiM8Y/s320/180420091295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340525332819366082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said smile for the camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kS4jqJoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ht7mfHTkpNE/s1600-h/180420091296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kS4jqJoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ht7mfHTkpNE/s320/180420091296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340535008713647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God-darn it, I SAID SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!! Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jW9PidXI/AAAAAAAAAts/L2-wmcrwChQ/s1600-h/180420091297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jW9PidXI/AAAAAAAAAts/L2-wmcrwChQ/s320/180420091297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533979179283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, now, just because you don't smile doesn't mean you can ruin my picture!! &gt;&lt; style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, after REMT-ing, we straight away head home. Wanted to eat the cake that Victoria Station provided but... mom said the cake was too sweet, so she don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home, Dad still has some trick up his sleeves. He secretly brought my mom a birthday cake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXIBUrmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/c-1G3z-7yC0/s1600-h/180420091299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXIBUrmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/c-1G3z-7yC0/s320/180420091299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533982072450658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mango cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, mom was delighted and happy. Not to mention surprised as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXSOV1gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hILVRs8TOT8/s1600-h/180420091298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXSOV1gI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hILVRs8TOT8/s320/180420091298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533984811406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last time I checked, my mom was 44. Not 1. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXwBtrZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8dfbkOV6j28/s1600-h/180420091300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jXwBtrZI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8dfbkOV6j28/s320/180420091300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533992811507090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, cutting her birthday cake after blowing the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While eating, my cousins from a few doors besides came and join the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jYZDfRoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0NvAGF2M8q8/s1600-h/180420091301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1jYZDfRoI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0NvAGF2M8q8/s320/180420091301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534003824805506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kTEjElNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aFKDS9XrHl0/s1600-h/180420091303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kTEjElNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aFKDS9XrHl0/s320/180420091303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340535011932411090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least they smiled for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's pretty much about my mom's 44th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto Mother's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the good son that I am (LOL), I decided to surprise my mom on her special day off by making the whole family breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kTc_JsdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3ViR4rzuirE/s1600-h/100520091342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kTc_JsdI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3ViR4rzuirE/s320/100520091342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340535018492637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up early in the morning, haven't bathe, haven't brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decided to do a western classic breakfast, Asian style; ham omelet, meatballs, burgers and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1occrvYgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BUPqoIWKvMo/s1600-h/100520091337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1occrvYgI/AAAAAAAAAxc/BUPqoIWKvMo/s320/100520091337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340539571076555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nDO6DG7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/60Z00KgZ6ls/s1600-h/100520091351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nDO6DG7I/AAAAAAAAAwk/60Z00KgZ6ls/s320/100520091351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538038370114482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lMzmkwzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/e-kLVXR5hGk/s1600-h/100520091340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lMzmkwzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/e-kLVXR5hGk/s320/100520091340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536003816112946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kT7CmaVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/eZLpmOlkJNg/s1600-h/100520091336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1kT7CmaVI/AAAAAAAAAu0/eZLpmOlkJNg/s320/100520091336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340535026560166226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the luncheon meat I used it non-halal. Any of you Malay readers here, should be advised first before reading this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes Chef Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_TYooEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ibeINvI33gk/s1600-h/100520091345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_TYooEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ibeINvI33gk/s320/100520091345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536871341039682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from his assistant, Jian, who woke up right after I started cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_BL_y8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/G9I6v9o2_Hg/s1600-h/100520091344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_BL_y8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/G9I6v9o2_Hg/s320/100520091344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536866456193986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the lazy bugger that I am. I won't elaborate any further. So, I'll just let the pictures do all the talking, alright? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, is the luncheon ham omelet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lND_pLyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0ZN-Kw7Rvhw/s1600-h/100520091338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lND_pLyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0ZN-Kw7Rvhw/s320/100520091338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536008216227618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lNkQ69QI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mHqeqTw56LM/s1600-h/100520091341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lNkQ69QI/AAAAAAAAAvc/mHqeqTw56LM/s320/100520091341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536016878630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_if6IKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8JENKDZjW20/s1600-h/100520091346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_if6IKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/8JENKDZjW20/s320/100520091346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536875398078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nCgH9v6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/25g1AOzASxM/s1600-h/100520091349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nCgH9v6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/25g1AOzASxM/s320/100520091349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538025812017058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the meatball and its sauce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lNfYRgjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/sbcf9AhHYso/s1600-h/100520091339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1lNfYRgjI/AAAAAAAAAvU/sbcf9AhHYso/s320/100520091339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536015567290930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l-3Ik4nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tduftqnxHGU/s1600-h/100520091343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l-3Ik4nI/AAAAAAAAAvk/tduftqnxHGU/s320/100520091343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536863757492850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_6Bq8lI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4Ovcr1B2T4E/s1600-h/100520091347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1l_6Bq8lI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4Ovcr1B2T4E/s320/100520091347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340536881713705554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nCXnPruI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pW7HUoGPmzo/s1600-h/100520091348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nCXnPruI/AAAAAAAAAwM/pW7HUoGPmzo/s320/100520091348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538023527296738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, mashed potatoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of it. So, I'll just tell it out. I used instant mashed potatoes ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have burgers =D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nC8IiPsI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j6tNhanUeX4/s1600-h/100520091350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nC8IiPsI/AAAAAAAAAwc/j6tNhanUeX4/s320/100520091350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538033330601666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Woh-Lah, an Asian-western breakfast completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1q92lJlbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IQZymSYV5es/s1600-h/100520091354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1q92lJlbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IQZymSYV5es/s320/100520091354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340542343987172786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, doing the finishing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oCMrm4PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/bjp4JfdJK40/s1600-h/100520091356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oCMrm4PI/AAAAAAAAAxM/bjp4JfdJK40/s320/100520091356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340539120104431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me again of course XD, presenting the breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oBwJQfXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/j2MhFncDOz4/s1600-h/100520091355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oBwJQfXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/j2MhFncDOz4/s320/100520091355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340539112444165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The complete family breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom and Dad was surprised to see breakfast readied on their tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oCW-QlRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HjiyURvJlwg/s1600-h/100520091358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oCW-QlRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HjiyURvJlwg/s320/100520091358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340539122867016978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents liked it but they said the breakfast was TOO heavy. Gotta agree with them ._. Oh and the SPAM honey-grilled luncheon meat, doesn't taste good. It's too sweet, definitely not recommendable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... basically, that's all I think. So, even though it's too late, kyle-sui.blogspot.com would still like to wish every mom in the world a Happy Mother's Day! You will always be in my heart. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's just one problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oBKLExpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IWxumYz4SnE/s1600-h/100520091353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1oBKLExpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/IWxumYz4SnE/s320/100520091353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340539102251239058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nDrLLvqI/AAAAAAAAAws/oM1949sXebY/s1600-h/100520091352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1nDrLLvqI/AAAAAAAAAws/oM1949sXebY/s320/100520091352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340538045958176418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna clean these up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-9082004968254095050?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/9082004968254095050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=9082004968254095050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9082004968254095050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9082004968254095050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/belated-very-birthday-and-mothers-day.html' title='Belated (very) birthday and Mother&apos;s day post.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sh1beui_KCI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yEF8KJg-WP4/s72-c/180420091293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-6686759727578368047</id><published>2009-05-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:15:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We rocked hard!</title><content type='html'>Went to Daniel's house today with Santosh to rehearse our performance on teachers' day celebration next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to sing three songs on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than words - Extreme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iris - Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heartless - Kanye West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rehearsal was fine. We rehearsed 'Heartless' today and a little bit of 'More than words' and 'Iris', mostly 'Heartless' anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took down a video of Santosh and Daniel singing that song. I wasn't there because... well, I'm still not so familiar with that song yet and I still need to memorize the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if you want to check out the video, head to Daniel's blog. Click &lt;a href="http://maccaroniboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much more familiar with 'More than words'. ;) Probably would post a video of it here sooner or later. Would probably post the songs' lyrics too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, stay tuned for more! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-6686759727578368047?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/6686759727578368047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=6686759727578368047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6686759727578368047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/6686759727578368047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-rocked-hard.html' title='We rocked hard!'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-5372562427656908125</id><published>2009-05-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:24:04.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap...</title><content type='html'>How long has it been since I revisited here? (&lt;_&lt;)&gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what the heck? I was busy... REALLY REALLY busy. Right after I finished my intervention test, not even 7 days later, comes in Diagnostic test. What the hell, man? Wasn't really in the mood for another exam, so decided to take it casually. But... surprisingly somehow I still find myself studying for this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was tough with these exams going on. I barely have enough sleeps everyday and somehow I have a habit of waking up early in the morning. When I try to find some time for me to take a nap, my mom would flood me with chores, tasks, or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the time... I would really like to post the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom's 44th birthday and Mother's day in one post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby's departure and the arrival of two new baby hamsters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMFGWTFPWND?!! Herbie has given birth to three little baby hamsters!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Group study gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crap... if this really goes on, I'm in deep poop. As if I'm not stressful enough already... screw this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-5372562427656908125?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/5372562427656908125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=5372562427656908125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5372562427656908125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/5372562427656908125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/crap.html' title='Crap...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-576486955487549327</id><published>2009-05-08T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:02:04.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've met Herbie. Now meet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOV9D7KnI/AAAAAAAAArI/4W5Xh-gWkVw/s1600-h/250420091326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOV9D7KnI/AAAAAAAAArI/4W5Xh-gWkVw/s320/250420091326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333685104021285490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My temporary male hamster, Baby. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This isn't my hamster. It belonged to my mom's colleague. Her hamster, Baby, had an affair with his 'wife' hamster and that hamster had gave birth to two little baby hamsters. So, fearing that Baby might eat the two baby hamsters (yes, male hamsters does that.), my mom's colleague let us take care of Baby for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before that. My mom bought a new house for Herbie to live in. =D She even bought in new toys and junks for Herbie to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWFJHSlI/AAAAAAAAArY/ox2PdCWfHr0/s1600-h/250420091310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWFJHSlI/AAAAAAAAArY/ox2PdCWfHr0/s320/250420091310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333685106190535250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fancy, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new running wheel.&lt;br /&gt;A running dish.&lt;br /&gt;A new food bowl.&lt;br /&gt;A new water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;A new bath place for Herbie.&lt;br /&gt;A bark for Herbie to chew on.&lt;br /&gt;A box of vegetable drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing all those equipments and all, it's as if my mother's been taking more care of Herbie rather than me. Ironic, huh? First, she protested me from having Herbie as my pet, now she brought all those stuffs for Herbie out of her free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all those stuffs, sure Herbie loves it pretty much. She climbs the cage around here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWif4bcI/AAAAAAAAAro/6pcv5dE1ZEo/s1600-h/250420091313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWif4bcI/AAAAAAAAAro/6pcv5dE1ZEo/s320/250420091313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333685114070658498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQu3JhXDI/AAAAAAAAArw/KC947X4zv8A/s1600-h/250420091314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQu3JhXDI/AAAAAAAAArw/KC947X4zv8A/s320/250420091314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687730954132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes on, Herbie would start to get bored. I mean, imagine you yourself in a big big house alone. Sure if would sound cool at first but as time goes on, you'll get really bored with no one to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWVc9zAI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ca_2HRK9P6E/s1600-h/250420091329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWVc9zAI/AAAAAAAAArg/Ca_2HRK9P6E/s320/250420091329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333685110568766466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Herbie even slept through the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's where Baby comes in. One Sunday, my mom's colleague brought her hamster to our house. We then placed Herbie and Baby together and let them interact for a while. As expected, Herbie was afraid of Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQvBbydXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/msW2jz9227A/s1600-h/250420091308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQvBbydXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/msW2jz9227A/s320/250420091308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687733715105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby's being naughty, he kept on checking Herbie out. &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, it's time to put those two together in the cage. And of course, Herbie ran away from wherever Baby goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQvWRJKvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kkQxxTPpS8g/s1600-h/250420091318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQvWRJKvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kkQxxTPpS8g/s320/250420091318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687739307600626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Herbie, hiding in the wheel when Baby went into Herbie's bath place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQv1sev9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/C-a9uNZgEr0/s1600-h/250420091315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQv1sev9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/C-a9uNZgEr0/s320/250420091315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687747743760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When Baby was eating in Herbie's bowl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQwBB2TsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DLzMHwVa4Jk/s1600-h/250420091312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUQwBB2TsI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DLzMHwVa4Jk/s320/250420091312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333687750786174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...Herbie runs into a corner. Awwh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, welcome Baby. =D But I'm not going to be able to keep Baby for long. It's just temporary. I'm sure going to miss him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some random pictures of Baby. Enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyDNrQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/9a1fPwVg18Y/s1600-h/250420091320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyDNrQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsY/9a1fPwVg18Y/s320/250420091320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689984755647442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyQQ-bpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/43njX1_4QrQ/s1600-h/250420091321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyQQ-bpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/43njX1_4QrQ/s320/250420091321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689988259147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyewiJmI/AAAAAAAAAso/Z8aPNkX3ERQ/s1600-h/250420091323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyewiJmI/AAAAAAAAAso/Z8aPNkX3ERQ/s320/250420091323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689992149608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyk8jm_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FYXZZ_bD5Zk/s1600-h/250420091324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSyk8jm_I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FYXZZ_bD5Zk/s320/250420091324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689993810648050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's one thing cute about Baby. If I put a finger close to him, he'll stand up and grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWDO02NI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YG6r-FSv9a4/s1600-h/250420091327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOWDO02NI/AAAAAAAAArQ/YG6r-FSv9a4/s320/250420091327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333685105677621458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, during the time when Baby and Herbie are together. I sure hope that they'll produce baby hamsters! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSy5QIRCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ek5vyY1LOGk/s1600-h/250420091319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUSy5QIRCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ek5vyY1LOGk/s320/250420091319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333689999261451298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My hopes are already getting higher. &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-576486955487549327?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/576486955487549327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=576486955487549327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/576486955487549327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/576486955487549327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/youve-met-herbie-now-meet.html' title='You&apos;ve met Herbie. Now meet...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgUOV9D7KnI/AAAAAAAAArI/4W5Xh-gWkVw/s72-c/250420091326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-664732327377067746</id><published>2009-05-08T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:16:16.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudu Girl School prefect gathering 09</title><content type='html'>Tell you what, I'm gonna give you a few bucks just to shut your mouth before you can say (or type) "You're posting it now? Isn't it a little too long?". &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to this prefect gathering on the 18th of April, Saturday. Was supposed to attend Accounts tuition but decided to skip it. It's my last year as a prefect anyway, just for once I want to attend a prefect gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I was supposed to attend an event at that school a few weeks ago but I kind of bailed off last minutely and my friend who invited me was pretty mad at me. After all, she hosted the event herself and was one of the Master of Ceremony there. And since Pudu Girl school hosted one and our school was invited, I figured, 'Why the heck not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed there early in the morning, around 7.30. Man Li hitched my ride, so my parents went to fetch us both to the school. Oh boy, you should have seen my parents, they were giving the 'hmm-she's-not-a-bad-daughter-in-law' looks onto Man Li. I could SWEAR on my manly dignity that they were thinking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there too early. Was supposed to meet up with the gang at about 8.10 because Dharshini's friends were to give us a tour around the school. Oh yeah, Dharshini used to be in Pudu Girl School. Me and Man Li reached there at 7.45. == We both thought we would encounter some traffics along the way but we stood corrected. The road was pretty clear surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little breakfast nearby the school and went there back at around 8.00. The gang were already there; Sasi, Shareena, Dharsh and Sri Ayu was there already shortly joined by Angeline, Evelyn, Sam, Matthew and Vivien. Azila came pretty late, we had to cancel our short tour just to wait for her when the two prefects from the school came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking about the two prefects, guess who was one of them? It's Shirley Saw Xue Li, the school's head prefect and also studied in the same primary school as I am. It's been ages since I've seen her and boy, the word 'stress' was everywhere around her face. Not to be offensive but... oh what are the chances of her reading my blog... anyway she had quite some pimples on her face and her hair was a little messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited for a little longer for Azila. Saw one of the school that came in and thought I recognized one of the prefects there. It was Adam from St. Gabriel. Met him last year in a debate competition. Quite the cool fella. Shortly after that, we decided to abandon waiting for Azila and go in anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other prefects brought us to the hall and I was pretty shocked when I entered their hall. It totally sends our school hall into great shame in comparison, it's like our school's hall is just merely a clubhouse by sheer comparison. The school's hall had air-conditioner installed in it and just by this, had already put our school's hall into great shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that curious photographer, I snagged myself a few pictures. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLBuTTCSI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-QFalVWwIIE/s1600-h/P4186338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLBuTTCSI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-QFalVWwIIE/s320/P4186338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333399982950254882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The school's hall as well as the event's background. It was handmade and I gotta admit, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on, the MC of the event announced the launching of the event. Oh, oh! Guess who I saw again? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLBwDVdNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LecA634LPj0/s1600-h/P4186334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLBwDVdNI/AAAAAAAAAnA/LecA634LPj0/s320/P4186334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333399983420175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The MC(s) of the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Sangeetha or should I say... Sang Guitar! LOL XD. Anyway, she's another friend of mine that studied at the same primary school. Boy, has she changed since the last time we met. When was it again? Oh wait... I've never seen her since after I graduated from primary school. DOUBLE LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when they announced the coming of the headmistress and the VIP(s) into the hall, I was outside of the hall that time. As I enter, I followed closely behind them and waved to the other school prefects, acting like one of the important guests coming into the hall. At first, some of them thought I was one of the VIP(s) and laughed. TRIPLE LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school's entire prefect then came into the hall while singing "Somewhere out there" as their theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCOoUcvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/H4qpKnXBLS0/s1600-h/P4186337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCOoUcvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/H4qpKnXBLS0/s320/P4186337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333399991628362482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The entire prefect from the school had to perform. Sucks to be them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was the head prefect's speech and followed by the headmistress' speech or at least that's who I thought. I couldn't remember if she was the headmistress or just a stand-in cause the headmistress came pretty late and I couldn't remember whether I took her picture or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCWiFmSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WJDOE5-aX98/s1600-h/P4186340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCWiFmSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WJDOE5-aX98/s320/P4186340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333399993749707042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCjaNTPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NsxofjYBAho/s1600-h/P4186342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQLCjaNTPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NsxofjYBAho/s320/P4186342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333399997206318322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those stuffs, it's time for the prefects of Pudu Girl School to perform =D! Time for the photographer to shine! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First performance was a cultural dance. It was ok but their costume lack the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfVgdm8I/AAAAAAAAAng/iwJC0jRdvj8/s1600-h/P4186346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfVgdm8I/AAAAAAAAAng/iwJC0jRdvj8/s320/P4186346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403790225546178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were moving too darn fast!! (Or it could just be my poor photography skill XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there was a sketch performance. Sketch is like drama, in case you don't know. Here, I'll explain the story in short but... with pictures! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet this girl (whom shall now be known as Girl 1 [Don't ask, forget her name ==]). She's a bratty little girl who loves to hang out with her friends and party wildly. Girl 1 stole some money from her parents and went out to hang out with their friends Girl 2 and 3. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfjm9iSI/AAAAAAAAAno/vTKueLGLF7s/s1600-h/P4186354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfjm9iSI/AAAAAAAAAno/vTKueLGLF7s/s320/P4186354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403794010900770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her stolen money, she went to a shopping complex with her friends and bought some expensive clothings. Later on, Girl 1 called her boyfriend, Gi...(should it be Girl 4 or Boy 1? I mean, the role is of a boy but the cast is a girl...) Boy 1 (Oh, what the heck &gt;_&gt;) and they went to a Cyber Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfycm4WI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zw_PCMcHzUo/s1600-h/P4186356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOfycm4WI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zw_PCMcHzUo/s320/P4186356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403797994004834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly bored with the computer games, Boy 1 invites the girls to join him for clubbing. They agreed and there was only two words to describe it then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOgcA92fI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gGPZiz8MtFI/s1600-h/P4186358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOgcA92fI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gGPZiz8MtFI/s320/P4186358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403809152358898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUST DANCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Girl 1 partied up to the point till she consumed alcohol. When she came back, her parents were waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOggBYsuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/trs7Q3wipWA/s1600-h/P4186361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQOggBYsuI/AAAAAAAAAoA/trs7Q3wipWA/s320/P4186361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333403810227860194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uh-oh, someone's in trouble~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They got into an argument and the daughter really pissed her parents off. The next day, Boy 1 invited Girl 1 to go clubbing again. She accepted his invitation and went despite her parents' disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbPtSMzQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_gAXEaJzXEo/s1600-h/P4186362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbPtSMzQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_gAXEaJzXEo/s320/P4186362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333417815381429506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they partied again and once again, she consumed alcohol. She got drunk and their party was cut short when the police came raiding in. She was too drunk to run or resist and got arrested anyway. Those drunk bastards...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbP90rEjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6TvlhfTWcY0/s1600-h/P4186364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbP90rEjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6TvlhfTWcY0/s320/P4186364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333417819820986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents had to come to the police station and bail her out. There, she broke into tears and confessed all her wrong deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQC9zlfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a7uz6MpnRms/s1600-h/P4186366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQC9zlfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/a7uz6MpnRms/s320/P4186366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333417821201470962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing her mistakes, she promised her parents to be a good girl and in the end, she was successful in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQUCbgpI/AAAAAAAAAog/PGtN2o3DxPU/s1600-h/P4186365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQUCbgpI/AAAAAAAAAog/PGtN2o3DxPU/s320/P4186365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333417825784267410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they live happily ever after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sketch was pretty good. There were lots of laughing scenes in it. But I'm pretty interested in Girl 1. I heard she's the school actress or wanted to become an actress or something like that. The way she acted was superb, as if she had natural acting talents. Hmm, I sense a competition. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, next performance was a choir singing. Guess what song they sang? No... it ain't Negaraku. We sang it already early that day. Give you a hint, it has something to do with Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn't guess it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQjzsrqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GzZD_4_UI5Q/s1600-h/P4186367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQbQjzsrqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/GzZD_4_UI5Q/s320/P4186367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333417830017445538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group of prefects who were singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But of course, what's a 'Love Story' without its...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeMf0jM8I/AAAAAAAAAow/WtZsSnOwPHE/s1600-h/P4186368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeMf0jM8I/AAAAAAAAAow/WtZsSnOwPHE/s320/P4186368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421058762683330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juliet? and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeMssKzdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JLCiFYwKkzs/s1600-h/P4186369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeMssKzdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/JLCiFYwKkzs/s320/P4186369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421062217190866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Romeo's entrance was pretty dramatic. The song stopped halfway and the sound of door opening was heard. Then, from the lights, walks in Romeo. He (She) walks in and greets Juliet. Then the song resumes as they dance around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeM13DKwI/AAAAAAAAApA/hWWXe0EirwE/s1600-h/P4186371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeM13DKwI/AAAAAAAAApA/hWWXe0EirwE/s320/P4186371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421064678746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were hugging around here and there too, which, somehow..., arouses the boys and girls in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh seriously, another 'Love Story'? Ain't you all bored with that song? I mean, yeah sure that the song's pretty meaningful. But imagine hearing the same song over and over again from radio, internet, hand-phone and such. Even I would get bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and during the part where Romeo and Juliet were hugging each other, Adam was a little disgusted. He then told me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is this really PESS prefect gathering or LES gathering?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a short break later on. The crowd was too much, lining up would be wasting lots of time. Dharsh then brought us to their school's prefect room. And surprisingly, a portion of a building is their god-forsaken frickin prefect room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there isn't any pictures but I'm pretty confident enough with my descriptive abilities. The room's pretty big. It's long as well with two long tables in front of a black board. I suppose that's where they have their meetings. They have a frickin coat hanger for their blazers. They even have a locker, a LOCKER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really puts our prefect room into SUPER DEEP shame. Our prefect's room's pretty small, half the size of a class room or smaller. I have to squeeze my big fat ass in just to attend a meeting. I'm not kidding, I'm born with a big butt and after every meeting, my back would hurt like an old granny's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went for our food. Apparently, the school there was serving spaghetti bolognese and fried chicken. Hold on, I heard from my friend that invited me to her event that they were having spaghetti bolognese as well... Please don't tell me these are the leftovers. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeNkZyNGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ezzuhVlvMek/s1600-h/P4186378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeNkZyNGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ezzuhVlvMek/s320/P4186378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421077172466786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food ain't that bad, just that the spaghetti was a little hard. Guess they didn't placed it in cold water before serving. The sauce was just nice, the little bit of spiciness made the sauce pretty delicious. The only downfall is that it's not hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried chicken... well nothing much I can say about it except for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's finger licking good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Except for the fact that I have to eat it with a pair of plastic fork and spoon. How do you expect me to cut the chicken apart? Use the spoon? Been there, done that... didn't work, wasted hours rubbing the chicken with the spoon. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they also had ABC. Pretty sweet but not enough of syrup on the ice. Basically, too much of ice, too little syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeNbDkZdI/AAAAAAAAApI/IdKs6t9L_3w/s1600-h/P4186377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQeNbDkZdI/AAAAAAAAApI/IdKs6t9L_3w/s320/P4186377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333421074663368146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgAtm-L3I/AAAAAAAAApY/TYp9uIzH43Y/s1600-h/P4186379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgAtm-L3I/AAAAAAAAApY/TYp9uIzH43Y/s320/P4186379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333423055328653170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't or rather, forget to bring the prefect T-shirt, had to skip the activities. Darn it, gotta stop picking my nose on every meeting and start paying attention. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that short break, the performance continues. This dance's a Malay traditional dance. It's called 'Asramadana'. Wait a minute, isn't Asrama... forget about it. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgA7DFTPI/AAAAAAAAApg/B4-AauLjAKM/s1600-h/P4186382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgA7DFTPI/AAAAAAAAApg/B4-AauLjAKM/s320/P4186382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333423058936220914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about this dance. Except for the part where the dancers would suddenly come down of the stage and dance around you. The music would suddenly change into a horror-themed music and the dancers would scare the ever-living crap out of anyone who they're close to which so happened that I'm one of them. One of the dancers grabbed my arm and grinned sadistically. Didn't frighten me though I almost smashed her head with my camera by force of habit. Thank goodness that didn't happen. Otherwise, I would be in deep trouble. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on, there's still small little drama that seemed like it's advertising on a skin-care product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBLzkJSI/AAAAAAAAApo/xq6QpQOZZ2E/s1600-h/P4186383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBLzkJSI/AAAAAAAAApo/xq6QpQOZZ2E/s320/P4186383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333423063434536226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl woke up one morning and finds out that she has pimples all around her face. Terrified, she seek the help of her friends and family. Her friends gave her the most weird ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this geek who suggested she used brinjal to rub her face. Then there was this one friend who told her to rub Maggie seasoning powder on her face. So, clueless, she used both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more funny scene between me and Adam was this part; the girl asked the audience at one point whether if she should use the brinjal or the Maggie seasoning powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl: Hmm, which should I use? The brinjal? Or the powder?&lt;br /&gt;Audiences 1: Brinjal!!&lt;br /&gt;Audiences 2: Maggie powder!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Use both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody was looking at Adam then, the girl then agreed and used both. She took out a big knife and brutally chopped the brinjal apart. Everybody jolted to the back when they were watching this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle: Adam, you'd better not make her mad. Otherwise, that brinjal could very well be your 'ding-dong'&lt;br /&gt;Adam: O__O Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. So she applied both the stuffs on her face and the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBRyfR2I/AAAAAAAAApw/JZb_iklyDgE/s1600-h/P4186384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBRyfR2I/AAAAAAAAApw/JZb_iklyDgE/s320/P4186384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333423065040635746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, you've guessed it; more pimples. The girl's mom came back and gave her some skin-care cream for her to apply on. After using it, her pimples immediately vanished. Then she hold the product out and sort of advertised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next performance was probably the best performance so far. It's called the 'Seju Dance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBh8JfzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ruDpGXq7hx0/s1600-h/P4186385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQgBh8JfzI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ruDpGXq7hx0/s320/P4186385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333423069376118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much an Indian hip-hop dance with all Chinese, Malay and Indian dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhIf3LvDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ptewp32BTcQ/s1600-h/P4186386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhIf3LvDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Ptewp32BTcQ/s320/P4186386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424288589134898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhI_VFlRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/krdstwsgv7w/s1600-h/P4186387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhI_VFlRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/krdstwsgv7w/s320/P4186387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424297036059922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that Indian girl with the white sleeveless shirt in the middle? She did a solo dance that caught everyone's attention. The way she shook her hips really amazed us despite her body figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, there was the AJK dance where most of the committee members of the event were involved. Their dance was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJL8rrjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Aij2DCzBbd4/s1600-h/P4186389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJL8rrjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Aij2DCzBbd4/s320/P4186389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424300423360050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJHv7q_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BTmHRuXK-NE/s1600-h/P4186392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJHv7q_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/BTmHRuXK-NE/s320/P4186392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424299296140274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey look, it's that actress girl again at the right! X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, the Seju Dance was so darn good that most of the prefects there shouted for an encore. They shouted: "Seju, encore!" repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually misheard 'encore' as 'hancock'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Seju Dance did their show again and everyone was cheering so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's on to the group activities. I didn't have a shirt so I thought I was going to skip the activities but thank goodness for Adam. He borrowed me an extra pair of his school's T-shirt. So I went to change my clothes at the boys' toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the boys' toilet is really, REALLY small. I don't have a picture of it though. The room was small that it could only fit at least four people inside. Inside the toilet, there are two rooms that had a toilet bowl. Then there was a basin and a toilet-stand. The toilet-stand was pretty close to the door and because of its nonstrategic place, anyone who opens the door from the outside would be able to see anybody's 'ding-dong' using that toilet-stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls' toilet on the other hand, although I didn't go in and see and if I did, I would've died long ago, is insanely large. 10 times the size of the boys' toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to change behind the toilet area. Oh and guess what? The boys' toilet and the girls' toilet are connected. Guess what I saw when I was changing my clothes? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just joking! I'm wasn't tall enough to do whatever you were thinking that I was doing that time. Curse my genetics! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this bucket. On the bucket was a label and on the label was the brand name of the product. I'd seriously would not expect anyone to use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJjWobPI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WCz9iYkVaNM/s1600-h/180420091287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQhJjWobPI/AAAAAAAAAqg/WCz9iYkVaNM/s320/180420091287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333424306706214130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this as their brand name. I mean, seriously, 'Fresh Butts'? What the hell, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing my shirt, I head back to the hall and everyone from my school was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yee Khai! Since when did you change to St. Gabriel school?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Yee Khai, you mengkhianati sekolah kita, ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we were then separated into different groups. We were divided according to our month of birth. I'm in team November-December along with Matthew, Evelyn and Adam. We were each given different task to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first task was to solve this clue to where our next task's location is. It took us a while to figure out that our next location was in the volleyball court. We immediately raced to that area. Me and Adam was the noisiest. We were both shouting while running with full spirit. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam: I don't know what I've been told!!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: I don't know what I've been told!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Sui Yee Khai runs pretty slow!!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Sui Yee Khai runs prett- HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the volleyball court, the prefect stationed there told us it was the wrong area. Weird though, we saw a sign board that writes 'Padang Bola Tampar'. The prefect then told us we saw the board wrongly and our location was pretty far from here. Wasting no time, we raced towards our correct location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle: I don't know what I've been told!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: I don't know what I've been told!!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Adam's sight got some problem!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Adam's sight got som- WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we reach there, our task was pretty easy. There's three bowls of flour prepared in a row. We have to blow a ping pong ball across the three bowls and repeat it once again. Adam was first to do it. He tried his very best to blow the ball across the bowls but all he did was blow the flour and pretty much just redecorated his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz8vOvdfI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wOOnZEfvEiw/s1600-h/180420091288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz8vOvdfI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wOOnZEfvEiw/s320/180420091288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444977276974578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took over, I blew the ping pong ball across the three bowls in one go! Whoohoo!! Second round, I took over again. And once again, I blew the ping pong ball across the three bowls in one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prefect stationed there then gave us a riddle to solve. If we could solve it, it will reveal us to the next location that we will be heading. But there was some errors with that riddle after we tried our very best to solve it. Then the prefect just gave us the next location to us; the car park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car park's task is pretty easy. All you have to do is drink this one beverage that one of the prefects had prepared, which turned out to be that actress. That beverage was green and smells funny. Everybody didn't dare to drink it until Adam suddenly volunteered me out to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl told me that I won't die. She said that the drink contains lots of healthy stuffs in it. I then told her that if anything should happen to me, I shall come back and hunt her. As soon as I lift the cup, she ran away. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told myself 'Ah, what the heck?' and drank it all in one gulp. The beverage was pretty bitter and sour but I could tell all the ingredients inside. It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter gourd&lt;br /&gt;Cucumber&lt;br /&gt;Celery&lt;br /&gt;Green Apple&lt;br /&gt;(I eat all those stuffs on a regular basis. So... it has no effects on me at all. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After solving the riddle, our next location turned out to be in front of the Co-curriculum building. And our task was to blow out two candles using our nostrils. I tried doing that but because of me having some slight flu on that day. All my mucus came out instead. DO'H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and a few other prefects from other school completed the task and we headed to our next location which turned out to be the field just close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next task is to lift a cup of water and pour it into a basin without using anything at all but strings. Thanks to everyone's idea. We completed the task swiftly and quickly solved the riddle to our next location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next location was... back at the car park. So, we rushed back to the car park. The prefect stationed at the car park then told us that this isn't our next location. It was the basketball court. DO'H! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted our time rushing back to the basketball court. Our challenge was to let a hula hoop roll in between our legs through ten peoples. A pretty easy challenge, completed in less than five minutes. The prefect stationed there then told us to go back to the car park. We were then like: "What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back there and completed our last task; sitting on each other's laps without any support at all. It's pretty much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five boys in a circle. Boy 1 has to sit on Boy 2's laps. Boy 2 has to sit on Boy 3's laps. Boy 3 has to sit on Boy 4's laps. Boy 4 has to sit on Boy 5's laps. Boy 5 then, have to sit on Boy 1's laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed it without breaking a sweat. The prefects there then told us we have completed all the task and asked us to race back to the hall. Did what she told and found out that we weren't the fast to reach there. Ah well, we had to finish yet another task; solving mathematics and IQ questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not a job for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we lost. We were too slow... (all thanks to the misdirection that the prefects stationed in each are lead us to ==)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the whole event just ends there and we all decided to take group pictures. I mean, come on, what's a little event ending without some pictures? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz8xWn6BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BEnabig4XJo/s1600-h/P4186393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz8xWn6BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BEnabig4XJo/s320/P4186393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444977846904850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the prefects from all the school. Picture was a little blur. Photo taken not by me =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz9WJ5GeI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1fvljd_RxLk/s1600-h/P4186398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz9WJ5GeI/AAAAAAAAAq4/1fvljd_RxLk/s320/P4186398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444987725617634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our school group photo. Blur picture also not taken by me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's pretty much it. Overall, the whole event was fun. Wished our school could host something like that but too bad, we're just plain cheap. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget... Picture of the day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz93JgFZI/AAAAAAAAArA/BpnkFJ8vqjM/s1600-h/P4186380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SgQz93JgFZI/AAAAAAAAArA/BpnkFJ8vqjM/s320/P4186380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333444996582348178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Whatchya staring at, punk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Does anybody have or know anybody that might have that actress' phone number? I think her name's Moon Chin or something. 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I've decided to post my on-going story that I'm currently writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I write stories. It's one of my hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is called Random Zombie Story. I know, I know, you people now probably think that it's a pretty dumb name. Well, I don't have a definite name for it, so I named it Random Zombie Story or RZS in short for the moment. But as I wrote on, the name felt so catchy and so, there you go, Random Zombie Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before you read it, let me clear up a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. This work is entirely fictional. Any resemblances towards places, peoples and etc are purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;2. This work is copyrighted to kyle-sui.blogspot.com. Do not intend to copy this story and claim ownership of your own or paste this story in your respective social sites without permission.&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Nobody is perfect'. If there are any mistakes in my story, please DO inform me so that I could correct it and avoid repeating the same mistakes in the future.&lt;br /&gt;4. Comments and criticisms are both accepted, with criticism not over the limit when criticizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's get starting with my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING!: The following story contains scene of explicit violence, blood, gore and several strong languages. Viewers are advised. Parental guidance are fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;RIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The sound of the school bell rung echoed throughout the entire school as the students of Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Seri Mutiara dashed madly out from their classes. Cheering and shouting loudly, they form a crowd that gathered at the staircase, the students were eager to head home and begin their holiday activities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Seri Mutiara, a Malaysian high-school located in what was once a jungle, now a school in the middle of it. The colors on the school’s wall clearly tell that the school was still new. The school was founded at the year of 2005, there was five buildings located in the school and was joined together that slightly resembles the letter ‘e’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Each block was named alphabetically. The office, staff room, and library are all located in block A while sports equipments, stock-room and a clinic are located in block B. A room for Muslims to research about their religion is located in block C and all technologies and home economics related materials are located in block D. Block E, which concentrates most on science, are located far off from the four buildings. Each block, except for block E, has at least three floors and 10 classes in each floor. Block E has four floors and does not have any classes in the building.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The teachers in the school hardly use the science lab due to some reasons and because of that; it has been abandoned for quite some time. Students who have a tendency to skip classes usually use the block as a hideout place to smoke, assault, vandalism and such. The higher-ups officially established an order to lock the building down to prevent any intruding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“It’s finally the school holiday!” One of the students shouted, receiving deafening cheers from other students.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Yes, it’s November 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, the start of a two months break for every students in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. After endless efforts of studying, the students finally gets their reward; a two months holidays. Among the running students, a young girl walked slowly towards the school canteen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Young Chen Li Kei wandered around the school as she tries to find some friends to chat with. She has a short black hair and wears glasses. Li Kei is a 14 year old girl with a short body and a back bone problem since last year. This is one of the many reasons why she was treated perfectly by both the teachers and prefects.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But the truth is that Li Kei’s backbone problem already healed since the starting of year 2007. She had been hiding the truth from everyone so that she can get the special attention from everyone. Rumors also said that she loves to bad-mouth about people and invade their private life. This is why more and more people started to bare hatred towards her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Spotting a group of girls chatting happily at a corner, Li Kei decided to join their chat and skipped childishly towards them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Hi everyone, what are you talking about?” She asked the group of girls with a cheerful smile implanted on her smooth feature. The girls looked at her and were disgusted when they knew her identity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Go away! We don’t want to talk with you!” One of the girls replied rudely, crushing Li Kei’s hope to gain new friends. Li Kei brought her head down and walked away while listening to the group of girls continuing their chats.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wandering around in sheer disappointment, Li Kei didn’t notice that she was directly in front of a science lab located in block E. Not caring about anything else, even the laws that states the students are forbidden to enter the block, she entered one of the labs that had its doors opened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The science lab was much bigger if compared to a class. There were at least an amount of eight big tables that could support to eight persons per table. A sink and two water pipes were installed in the middle of each table for the students to wash their hands in a case when they accidentally poured corrosive substance on their hands and such.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;She looked around the lab and walked over to a table, not wondering why the door was open the first place when the building has been locked down. She then sat on a chair and buried her head under her arms to hide her crying self, thinking that there was no one around to see her tearing self.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why? Why do they always treat me like this? They’re all meanies! They all very bad! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;She thought to herself as more and more tears rolled down her cheek. She then wiped her tears roughly and continued crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Li Kei, what are you doing here?” The sound of a boy came from the entrance of the science lab; Li Kei did not bother to see who the boy was. The boy was just about her height, came into the science lab to tend his crying friend not worrying at the fact that how his friend managed to enter an opened lab in a building that was supposed to be locked down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Nothing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;,” She replied while wiping away droplets of tears from her eyes abruptly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson Foo is also a 14 year old teenager with the same attitude as Li Kei, except for the fact that Li Kei has a backbone problem while &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; does not. However, most people would think that both of them are siblings due to their faces that looked somehow similar. A running gag in school said that they were both long lost twins when they were born.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Oh really,” He said and took a chair and sat beside her. “You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you?” He tried to sound more softly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Li Kei couldn’t take it anymore, Wilson was right. Unable to control her emotions, she burst into tears. She then tried to say something, but her voice was muffled and hard to hear. However, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; could make out those words that Li Kei said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Everyone very bad, they don’t like to be friends with me. I hate them!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; understands her pain for he too had undergone similar situations as her. He then placed a comforting hand onto Li Kei’s shoulder and gently strokes it down repeatedly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Releasing her anger, Li Kei swung her hand towards a water pipe and both her and Wilson thought she had broken the pipe when it bents over. They stood corrected when the pipe slid down in a secret compartment and the table Li Kei and Wilson were at suddenly began sliding aside. A secret passageway was reveal underneath the table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“What the…” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; said with astonishment. He didn’t know that the school had such a secret room. Now he knew why the higher-ups were so worried about students skipping class and loitered around block E.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Li Kei walked beside &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; and grabbed his arm. “Let’s go in and see,” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; hesitated at first but curiosity had taken the best of him, he nodded. With that, they both walked down the stairs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;As soon as they reached down to the bottom of the room, they were amazed at what was in front of their eyes. High-tech gadgets and computers filled the wide white room, monitors filled the walls. It was like a futuristic cyber-café in there safe for the fact that is was creepy. Wilson and Li Kei walked to the end of the room where a metal door was located. Out of curiosity, they walked towards the door. The metallic door beeped before it slid open, revealing another similar white room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Unlike the first room, this room was filled with filled with top-scientist-type chemistry set. Various chemicals, test tubes, and never before seen plants were present in the room, it was like a mini garden-science lab. A number of CCTV was installed throughout the whole room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;At the end of the room was another electronic metal door. This door, however, required a fingerprint to open that door as a fingerprint scanner was present at the side of the door. The security measurements showed an importance towards the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What is this room? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; thought as he gazed at a plant inside a giant test tube. “Li Kei…” He trailed and turned around only to find Li Kei playfully mixing two chemicals together into a beaker filled with boiling water above a Bunsen burner. “What are you doing?” He rushed beside her and looked at what she was doing. If anyone found out about what they did, they are in deep trouble, which was for sure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Li Kei took a red and blue chemical and mixed them into the beaker, forming a purple solution. “I don’t know. But isn’t this fun?” She said happily and brought up the beaker that was filled with the purple solution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;‘Stupidity’ was the line that immediately popped in &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;’s head when he realized that Li Kei was holding a BOILING beaker. He tried to warn her but it was too late, the heat from the beaker had already burnt Li Kei’s hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Ah!” She yelped and dropped the purple-solution beaker onto the ground. Weirdly, the purple-solution immediately evaporated into smokes as it filled the room with it, causing Wilson and Li Kei to cough violently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Ugh, what is this?” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; said and continued coughing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“I don’t know, let’s get out of here!” Li Kei covered her mouth and rushed towards the stairs that headed back to the science lab only to knock into someone. That someone wasn’t &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Wilson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. No, it was someone else, someone bigger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Hey!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Then, the only thing she and Wilson remembered was pitch black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“KRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!!~”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sound of the alarm clock filled the room of a two and a half storey house followed by a hand reaching for the clock and threw it towards the wall, smashing it into millions of pieces. Then, a figure slowly got up from his bed with a groan and placed two legs onto the pavement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Awh, man, not again,” A boy mumbled lazily as he rubbed his eyes and looked at the smashed alarm clock. “Guess I’ll have to buy another new clock,” He then stood up and walked lazily towards the bath room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He turned on the warm-water faucet on his sink and the heat from the water caused the mirror to blur. He took a handful of warm water and splashed it in his face. After yelping about the heat, he switched the faucet to the cold-water and splashed his face again, this time waking him up. This was how he’d wake himself up every morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boy looked at the blur mirror and wiped the mist on the mirror with his hand. Looking into the mirror, he could see the reflection of a Chinese boy in his teen hood, probably 15, slightly fat and acceptably strong. His black curly hair fell downwards, obscuring half of his black eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taking off his clothes, the boy then took a shower and then brushed his teeth, a usual day-to-day morning routine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After his shower, he walked out of the bathroom and looked at the pieces of his alarm clock. Exhaling heavily, he pushed the pieces aside with his leg and left it there. Kyle Sui had thrown approximately 12 alarm clocks in this month so far. He claimed it to be a force of habit. Whether it’s a good habit or not, his allowance is at stake if this continues on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The boy then walked straight towards his closet and picked up some clothes which consist of a white T-shirt, a school uniform, a green ‘Dark Olive’ pants and a pair of socks. All the attires he wore turned Kyle’s appearance to an ordinary student.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After putting them on, Kyle walked over to the door where a switch was located beside it and flicked the switch. Upon that, the room was consumed by a series of blinding light. Kyle’s room is a pretty spacey room which looked like an upside down letter ‘L’ if viewed with a bird’s-eyes view. His room consists of a bed, a closet, a desk by the window, with books scattered around messily and a computer. Finally, his room also has a bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking into the mirror installed in his closet, Kyle took a comb and combed his hair to the side, with a little part of it dropped to the brows. He then walk towards the desk and took his Nokia N-80 cell phone and checked for any messages and the time. The slide-phone showed that it is &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="6"&gt;6.30 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of November, a two-month school holiday for students in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. After that, he put his phone into his pocket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason why Kyle dressed up like a student even though it was a school holiday is because he and his friends had made an appointment to meet up at the school today for a Kelab Pencegahan Jenayah, or shortly known as KPJ, club meeting. He happened to be one of the supervisors for that club.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle then walked towards a hanger by the door and pulled out a belt and straps it on. He then walk over to his two person bed and pulled out a retractable baton with its sheath from the pillow. He had brought that baton not long ago for self-defense purposes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After attaching his sheath onto his belt, Kyle then walk out of his room and went down to the living room. Unlike the bed room, the living room is far much more spacey with pearl-white tiles and pearl-white painted walls. Not bothering to check the room around, the boy grabbed his wallet and his keys on the coffee table. A cup of fresh coffee was present on the table with a note paper underneath it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He didn’t bother about the note and took the coffee and consumed it only to spit it back out when the coffee was proven too bitter for him. Kyle then noticed the paper and read it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Still will not forgive you until you have apologized for what you have done’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, he knew that it was his mother’s handwriting and she made the coffee. Usually, his coffee would contain milk and sugar in it, today, it contained none. &lt;i style=""&gt;Guess they’re still angry at me…&lt;/i&gt; he thought to himself and placed the note back underneath the coffee and headed to the car porch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle’s family had two Honda cars at the porch, a Honda Stream and a Honda City, but only the Honda City was there. Kyle wasn’t surprised at the absence of the Honda Stream. He remembered that his family had planned to visit their hometown. His family, out of anger, must’ve left Kyle behind and went back to the hometown in another state.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The automated gate opened as Kyle pushed a button from a small remote found at the keys. Kyle then walks out of the porch and the gate closed itself at the click of a button. The gentle morning breeze from the mountains greeted him as he walked along the empty streets. His house was located on a hilltop. The dogs in the neighbor houses were still sleeping soundly and Kyle was glad, otherwise, their barks could wake the whole neighborhood up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting was supposedly held at about &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="7"&gt;7.30 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; The journey to the school by foot takes about 30 minutes, so by the time he reaches to the school; it would be roughly around &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="7"&gt;7 a.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt; So there would be 30 minutes more to spare. ‘It’s always best to wait rather than be waited’, his mom once taught, though Kyle chose to ignore it, his inner-self had adapted to the teaching.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few minutes of walking, Kyle had already reached bottom hill. Cars were beginning to be visible as they headed for their jobs. The boy walked along the busy streets and enters a nearby 7-11 convenience shop. He would then buy a cream-bread and a can of Nescafe for breakfast. Kyle needs not to eat much for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the quick meal, Kyle walked over to the newspaper booth and bought himself one. With that, he continued on his journey towards the school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To ease the boredom, the boy took out the newspaper he bought back at the shop and read it. For 5 years of reading newspaper, Kyle would always buy a whole newspaper just for the Sports section. He’s not interested with the news and don’t give a damn about what’s going on around the world. But today, the front page title and the photo attached on it caught the boy’s attention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;THE DEAD WALKS!! &lt;/i&gt;Followed by a disturbing picture that sends chills down to Kyle’s spine, it was a picture of a man with blood stains all over his body. But before Kyle could read the news any further, a honk snapped him out of his reading and quickly realized that he was standing mere inches away from a car that was about to run over him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quickly acting on instincts, Kyle dived away and landed roughly onto the rough pavement of the streets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Watch where you’re going, you fool!” The driver of the car shouted as his car speed away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You watch where you’re going, darn it!” Kyle shouted back, he knew that it’s impossible for that guy to hear if but he just wanted to release his anger at that guy who almost ended his life. He didn’t care if anyone heard his cursing because he knew that the one who started it was that guy. The way he drives could kill others and mostly, him himself. Deep inside, he wished that the driver got caught in an accident and dies a fiery death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle stood back up and patted off some dust from his body while receiving several glances from other pedestrian walking by. The boy then looked around for his newspaper only to find that his newspaper had fall down to a drain. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Kyle continued on his journey to his school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What a morning to start my day… &lt;/i&gt;Kyle thought to himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;School, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="2" hour="7"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.02 a.m.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Seri Mutiara, or shortly known as SMKSM, was a new school built not too long ago. Famous for winning countless titles and prizes in sports and academic competitions such as gymnastic, aerobic, running, basket ball, hand ball, quiz competition, poetry, leadership course, and other various competitions. This particular school has always been a role model for other delinquent-schools. But the truth is; SMKSM is also a school filled with delinquents, from gangsters to drug dealers, you name it. However, thanks to the proper management from the school and mostly, the disciplinary teachers, what was once a hell-like school was quickly turned around into a school where ‘Happiness is just a text book away’. No more, no less.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle walked up to the front gate only to find that the gate had been locked up. Kyle slapped himself mentally when he realized that the key is with the chairman of the club, Gan Yang. “Great, now I’ll have to wait for Gan Yang to arrive here,” Kyle muttered to himself. No, Kyle wasn’t insane for talking to himself. In fact, that was pretty normal; he claims that it was one way to express his inner-thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He then looked around the area. Much to his luck, nobody was there. “Guess I’ll have to do this, the old way,” With that, a grin was implanted into his youthful feature and Kyle quickly jumped onto the gate and climbed over it. As he landed onto the ground, Kyle gave out a slight grunt and continued fort.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entering the school’s yard, there was also nobody there too. It’s weird actually; usually the clerks will be at the school even during school holidays to manage the school’s files. But it saves Kyle’s breath to explain to them how he managed to get in anyway if one of the clerks would ever ask him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking around some more, he spotted the canteen manager’s Honda CRV parked by the canteen. “Alright, so I’m not alone after all. Guess I’ll just wait at the canteen then. Besides, being alone for quite some time freaks me out,” At that, the boy went to the canteen and sat on a bench with his head leaning onto the table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I bet the guy’s will wake me up when they arrive,” Kyle muttered to himself again and closes his eyes. Then, everything went black.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;School, ???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle groan as he opened his eyes and scan around the canteen. “What the heck? The guys aren’t here yet?” He then got up and took out his cell phone to check the time and any messages that came when he was out sleep. “What the hell, &lt;st1:time minute="58" hour="17"&gt;5.58 p.m.&lt;/st1:time&gt;?” Kyle half shouted and walked out of the canteen. He then notices that there were plenty of miss calls that he received while he was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were, Mom, Dad, Jian, Daniel Mak, Carmen Hor, Gan Yang, Angeline Lam, Amirul Zaki and other anonymous numbers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Whoa, that’s… weird. That’s the first time I’ve received so many calls from my friends and families. Better give them a call back,” With that. Kyle pressed a few buttons and the phone dialed ‘Mom’. There wasn’t any sound from the phone as there was no connection and signal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Damn,” He cursed and tried other numbers, it was still the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things were getting weirder; Kyle noticed that his surroundings were quiet, too quiet. Usually there would be sounds from the construction site located near the school that filled the air, but now, the only sound that he could hear was his own footsteps, it was beginning to creep him out. Kyle then decided to head to the office to check whether if the clerks were in the office or not and the results were still the same; no one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly, a low crunching sound caught Kyle’s attention to the Janitor’s stock room located behind the stairs to the staff room. Slowly, Kyle walked to the source of the sounds and then, he saw something that would probably hunt the hell out of him for the rest of his life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the school’s janitor and he was feasting onto one of the school’s clerks! The smell of blood filled the air, but there was another smell too but Kyle couldn’t identify it. It smelled like gunpowder but he wasn’t sure until the empty cartridges of a bullet filling the floor proved it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What the hell!” Kyle shouted and covered his mouth as a response, resisting his urge to vomit. The scene was too gory for Kyle to handle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;His shouting caught the janitor’s attention as he brought his head up to reveal his horrible face. He has white milky eyes and yellow rotten teeth and blood covering his mouth and the rest of his body. There wasn’t a single trail of his hair left. His skin was pale, sickly pale!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a zombie! There was no mistakes about it, all its characteristics and appearance definitely matches with a zombie. Kyle could tell because he was a zombie-lover. He loves to play zombie-based games and watch zombie-based movies. He could immediately tell if there ever was one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what the hell was a zombie doing here? Why is it here in the first place? However, this isn’t the time to think as what was once the janitor got up and begun staggering towards Kyle with his hands stretched forward. It then let out a frustrated moan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Stay back! I’m warning you!” Kyle shouted and threatened to take out his weapon. He then realized that talking to a zombie would not give a result. As he recalled, zombies do not have any reasoning skills, they’re just a bag of walking flesh. With that, Kyle took out the baton from its sheath and swung it to expand the steel while he slowly backed away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he back away, another one of the ‘zombies’ appeared from the side and launch itself towards Kyle with a yell, threatening Kyle’s heart to stop pounding. He silently thanked his reflexes after he managed to avoid the other zombie and ran to the school’s yard to gain more space. Looking closely, the other was the school’s head assistant, Miss Sasikala.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miss Sasikala, the school’s head assistant was an Indian at her late forties; she had a black shoulder-length curly hair. Her strictly no-joke attitude has earned herself a reputation of the strictest teachers in school. Kyle remembered that she had reprimanded him a considerable amount of times before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What the hell? Sasikala’s one of them too?” Kyle said as he catches his breath quickly. He couldn’t tell if he was happy or scared at the fact that one of the teachers that always reprimanded him is now a walking undead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then another moan caught his attention as he turned to the back only to see another zombie. This time, it was the canteen manager, the big sized Uncle Bob. There were others coming in through the back entrance too! They consisted of the construction workers. There were at least five of them! That explains why the constructions had stopped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was then only that Kyle realized that he was surrounded. “Hel… he…” Kyle tried to shout but wasn’t able to, the fear in him choked him. He took in a few breaths to calm himself down and swallowed the bile that was forming in his throat. He managed to shout panicky. “Help, anybody? Help, me!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No response.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The zombies staggered closer and closer towards Kyle, moaning in harmony. Kyle knew that they were ready to tear into his flesh and eat the crap out of him if he doesn’t think of anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle looked around and saw that the only escape way was through the front entrance, where he had come from, and the back entrance located at the far end nearby the canteen. He chose the back entrance instead of the front one because he feared that there will be more zombies out there waiting for him. The back entrance, however, had a vandalized gate that was ready to fall off at any give time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle could take this to his advantage but the former construction workers, now a bunch of zombies, were in his way. There isn’t any other way Kyle could use that doesn’t involve him getting turned into zombie food. Guess there wasn’t any other way but to force himself through the zombies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He knew that zombies are slow creatures and are easily to be dispatched if they are alone, but they could be prove as a bigger threat when attacking in a group. His times from watching and playing zombie movies and games had served him well as Kyle had already thought of a strategy, using the zombies’ slow reflexes to his advantage. Secretly, he thanked himself for being a zombie-addict.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With that, Kyle dash towards the construction worker zombies with a battle cry and brought up his baton. He then jump to the air as he approached a lone construction worker zombie and smash its head with all his might, however, the former human only fall to the ground and it would later got back up. But that was enough for Kyle to make his escape.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second zombie tried to launch itself towards Kyle, but he quickly reacted by sidestepping and spun around. He swung his baton to the following zombie’s side that wanted to grab him; the creature stumbled to the side, giving Kyle a route to escape.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The forth and fifth zombie tried to use the same tactic as the second zombie attempted on Kyle, but they had left a gap in between them. A big mistake! Kyle dived in the air through the gap and rolled onto the pavement. It hurts, but it’s the least Kyle would feel if any of the zombies would eventually grab hold of him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He quickly picked himself off from the ground and turned around to see the distance between him and the zombies and fortunately, they were far enough to not posses any threats to Kyle, at least for now. Kyle then immediately head for the gate and as he had predicted, the gate had already fallen off which explains how the construction worker zombies could get through. With all his might, he ran out of the school, still couldn’t believe at what had just transpired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jalan Taynton View, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="6" hour="18"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.06  p.m.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kyle walked along the deserted streets. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Abandoned cars littered the streets, some crashed into buildings, some of them even crashed together with the drivers and passengers still in it. A restaurant was set ablaze. Blood trails were everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole area was like hell, no, it IS hell. The place was also perfumed with the aroma of death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Man, this place is trashed,” Kyle exclaimed and took out his cell phone and scroll to the list of miss calls that he had received earlier. “Damn, they might be in the same situation like I was too. I’d better check up on them,”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oddly, there was still no signal and reception for his cell phone. “Damn it!” Kyle cursed; he couldn’t believe that of all times, his phone chose now to fail working. “Since I can’t call them, guess I’ll just have to pay them a visit but who should I go to first?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Kyle snapped out of his train of thoughts when a roar came from the back, Kyle spun around only to find a zombie had managed to sneak up from his back. The zombie had gotten the advantage as it outstretched its hands to grab him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1088490163516725500?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1088490163516725500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1088490163516725500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1088490163516725500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1088490163516725500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-story.html' title='My story?'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-3664413261829862453</id><published>2009-05-01T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:12:23.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Herbie, my very first official pet.</title><content type='html'>Yup, meet my pet hamster, Herbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuFg1vaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/o2Iwd4wgfAI/s1600-h/040420091268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuFg1vaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/o2Iwd4wgfAI/s320/040420091268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881763956080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Herbie, running on the mini-hamster wheel that I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Herbie's a girl hamster. I got her on the fourth of April from a fellow friend of mine who was giving away hamsters. That time, Daniel, Gan Yang and me went to her house and checked out her hamsters and selected our hamster of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel wanted to select the most chubbiest one, which turned out to be the most hyper-active one as well. Climbing the cage non-stop and biting on everything, even including your finger if you tried playing with it. In the end, he choose a semi-chubby (LOL) male hamster and named in Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the smallest one because I like cute and small animals. =D I don't know what kind of name to give it so I just let it be for a while. Turns out my hamster's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuw7ul6I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Vji5CsQh8W0/s1600-h/040420091274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuw7ul6I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Vji5CsQh8W0/s320/040420091274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881775611582370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Awh, look at her. She has camera-shy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later on, we head to the nearest pet shop and bought a few accessories for our hamsters. After that, I had to bring Herbie back to my hometown and kinda lied to my mom about Herbie being one of Daniel's relative's hamster and borrowed it for me to take care of it for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my mom doesn't like pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the trip to my hometown, situated in Seremban., there was a lot of bumpy roads along the way. I think Herbie had car sick during the trip and if not mistaken, she vomited her food out. DO'H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my hometown, I let Herbie played on her wheels for a while and gave her some food. I don't have a small plate with me that time, so I just took one of the food out and feed it to her by my hand. Herbie was damn cute when she snatched it away from me and eat it only to toss it aside after eating halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsLH9SeI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uKyDNn73W44/s1600-h/040420091276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsLH9SeI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uKyDNn73W44/s320/040420091276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330885029637474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No Herbie... you gotta finish your vegetables to be as strong as me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing about Herbie though, she's pretty lazy after her meal. Once she's done with her meal, she would just go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuZx2gaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q5YlfLj4yNo/s1600-h/040420091271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuZx2gaI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q5YlfLj4yNo/s320/040420091271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881769396142498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oi! Sudah makan exercise la sikit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here comes another cute thing about Herbie. Seeing that she's asleep, I let her be for a while. I came back to check on her after a few minutes and was shocked. I thought Herbie died when I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuVAesVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OChGlq5ePpw/s1600-h/040420091272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuVAesVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OChGlq5ePpw/s320/040420091272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881768115319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, you should have seen my reaction when I realized that it was one of the ways every hamsters sleeps. Herbie gave me the shock of my life wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYukvOrdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/rsrRlf7MrTA/s1600-h/040420091273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYukvOrdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/rsrRlf7MrTA/s320/040420091273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881772337933778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, when I reached home. I gave Herbie a mini bowl and filled it with food and boy, was she delighted. When she inspected the new bowl I gave her, my heart immediately melted. It made me go 'Awwwwh~'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsP9DPdI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EXrJa2Cnty8/s1600-h/040420091277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsP9DPdI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EXrJa2Cnty8/s320/040420091277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330885030933904850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, she went into the bowl and ate her food. Herbie's pretty picky about her food. Whenever I give her a bowl of food, she would dig and grab her favorite food instead. If I grab the food and offer it to her, she would swing her arm around her and push my hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I found out that Herbie used that bowl as her bed. LOL! The food? She tossed it into the small dish of water. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsbnefVI/AAAAAAAAAms/XobmbX4BvdU/s1600-h/050420091279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsbsbnefVI/AAAAAAAAAms/XobmbX4BvdU/s320/050420091279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330885034064641362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Good morning, master!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, mom found out about the truth about Herbie and I. At first she protested about me having Herbie as my pet, but in the end, she agreed, on a few conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take good care of it. By good care it means, cleaning out all of Herbie's poops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh, thanks mom! You're SO getting a present from me on Mother's Day (if I didn't forget about it that is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of Herbie coming up. =D&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8382017579394579722-3664413261829862453?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/3664413261829862453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=3664413261829862453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3664413261829862453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/3664413261829862453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-herbie-my-very-first-official-pet.html' title='Meet Herbie, my very first official pet.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfsYuFg1vaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/o2Iwd4wgfAI/s72-c/040420091268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1766296424868019408</id><published>2009-04-29T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:37:37.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one-month delayed post by Yours Truly</title><content type='html'>Wazzup everybody? Miss me? Hey, no use complaining to me, you know? It's not like I've never tried finding for any free time for myself to blog. Any free time I had would usually be spent by popping zombie heads, sleeping or a little bit of revision. So... seeing now that I've finished my second Intervention test, I think I might have a little free time for my own to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... Oh yeah! About the previous post with the poops. What are you all complaining about? The post's sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Well, I admit that I have to agree with you &gt;_&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; BUT!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I post a warning at the beginning of the post that it would be sick? It's your fault for not listening to my warning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's catch up with the past events that I didn't blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my trip to the Hap Seng Tower on the third of April. Our school's counselor, Cik Eliza helped our class to organize a trip to Hap Seng Tower in conjunctions with University of Leeds' Information day 09. To know more about the University, click &lt;a href="http://www.leeds.ac.uk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my laziness in elaborating that event, I shall let the pictures do the talking here. xD *smiles dumbly*&lt;br /&gt;Awh, who am I kidding with? It's not like my pride would allow me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there by bus that the school had prepared for us. Morning jam wasn't that bad, thank goodness for that. Snapped a picture of Jiew Han sleeping in the bus. Must've burnt the midnight oil yesterday. I wonder what he did... &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlGA_wJNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UYiT3goYBZg/s1600-h/030420091217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlGA_wJNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UYiT3goYBZg/s320/030420091217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121313013998802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asleep like a baby. Awwwh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving there, I found out that there were other schools as well. Anyway, let's continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlGjq_fvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/79jwBKZgz34/s1600-h/030420091219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlGjq_fvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/79jwBKZgz34/s320/030420091219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121322322165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The fountain in front of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After registering, we found out that we came a tad bit too early. The session starts at 10, we arrived there 9.30. We had half an hour to spend =D... on nothing. DO'H!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Heng and the gang decided to get some breakfast, some went to the nearby Starbucks and Old Town for some light snacks and the rest of the class followed the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlG2Zs1VI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rZ86-DaC0v8/s1600-h/030420091222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlG2Zs1VI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rZ86-DaC0v8/s320/030420091222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121327349912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlHOscEwI/AAAAAAAAAic/kP7S6meCpTs/s1600-h/030420091223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlHOscEwI/AAAAAAAAAic/kP7S6meCpTs/s320/030420091223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121333870957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Santosh went out to do some 'sight-seeing' on the other schools. LOL! But too bad, Santosh didn't had his glasses with him that time and there was this one conversation that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle: Dei, look at that girl over there. She's looking at you!&lt;br /&gt;Santosh: What?! Seriously ah? Fuck la, I can't see! Where's my glasses when I need them?!!&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE LOL!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting, we decided to sing some songs together to kill time. We sang 'Lucky' by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat. Don't know that song? No worries! kyle-sui.blogspot.com offers you tons of information albeit risking getting sued due to copyrights from other companies, so click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iraoHE6JlY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one part of the song that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after me and Santosh sang the song, he said "I hope we don't fall in love with each other," Almost smacked his face for giving me the chills. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I noticed that every single car that goes in and out of the building are all Mercedes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlHIU-jqI/AAAAAAAAAik/SqqlAP_4fTI/s1600-h/030420091224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlHIU-jqI/AAAAAAAAAik/SqqlAP_4fTI/s320/030420091224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330121332161941154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2WIY7CI/AAAAAAAAAis/1hIY-9Up-9M/s1600-h/030420091225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2WIY7CI/AAAAAAAAAis/1hIY-9Up-9M/s320/030420091225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330130939414113314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwpQcOgKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/uTLB0XqrkEo/s1600-h/030420091226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwpQcOgKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/uTLB0XqrkEo/s320/030420091226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330134013083287714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2-liSMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ag0scPgpCN0/s1600-h/030420091227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2-liSMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ag0scPgpCN0/s320/030420091227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330130950273779906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those rich bastards... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The teacher then ran out and told us that the session had already started and rushed us to go into the hall. Me and Santosh immediately head there. Oh and guess what? The receptionist there mistaken me and Santosh from St. Mary school! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, huh? Me and Santosh are from St. Mary... an all girls school! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I guess we both used to be pretty girls last time" - Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;when we entered the hall, the speaker was already starting her speech. It's kinda awkward though, the speaker stopping her speech just to let me and Santosh to get to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2wo4g-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/YGxtZcJMJYc/s1600-h/030420091229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht2wo4g-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/YGxtZcJMJYc/s320/030420091229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330130946529723362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We still have the time to camwhore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After her speech, comes in another instructor. She's an Indian that CAME from India teaching laws in an English University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht3GzikQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VMMMk2QoALs/s1600-h/030420091232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfht3GzikQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VMMMk2QoALs/s320/030420091232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330130952480002306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The instructor and the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, every school went different sessions. Our school went to a Chemistry session. The professor there gave us a few introduction to Chemistry in University standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwE12gMHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6Hy_FjJ1gOw/s1600-h/030420091234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwE12gMHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6Hy_FjJ1gOw/s320/030420091234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133387470450802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Curse my memory for not being able to remember his name. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then he asked for two volunteers to come out and do a little experiment. Wei Jian and Gan Yang volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFIU16sI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ObpMUf78zgU/s1600-h/030420091235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFIU16sI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ObpMUf78zgU/s320/030420091235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133392429542082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The duo as they listened to the professor explaining the procedure of the experiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were required to fill in water into their flour placed in a bowl in front of them respectively. Then they are supposed to knead it into a dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFvb7qNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SW0f764Uolk/s1600-h/030420091236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFvb7qNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SW0f764Uolk/s320/030420091236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133402928261330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the low quality of the picture. I guess this is what you'll expect from a 3 Megapixel hand-phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After kneading for sometime, Gan Yang's dough had already shaped up nicely but Wei Jian's was still having a sticky texture. It was then we realized, there was something wrong with Wei Jian's flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFgB8qII/AAAAAAAAAjs/ljo-NlO60zk/s1600-h/030420091237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwFgB8qII/AAAAAAAAAjs/ljo-NlO60zk/s320/030420091237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133398792743042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What the hell is wrong with my flour?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The professor then told us that he had tempered with Wei Jian's flour by adding...(I can't remember again) in it which sort of destroyed the yeast in it. He then relate the experiment with the process of vulcanizing rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went off, not before me taking a picture with the professor! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwF-vWIdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SEGLvrbCI5c/s1600-h/030420091239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhwF-vWIdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SEGLvrbCI5c/s320/030420091239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330133407036219858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting Wei Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3w6ExE3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/UX0IyT3Y9_A/s1600-h/030420091240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3w6ExE3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/UX0IyT3Y9_A/s320/030420091240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141841099658098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'll get you back for pulling that prank on me!" XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and our class made friends with one of the students from that University. His name was Sonny Parsonage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xEwE1hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fl7B7qwKjn4/s1600-h/030420091242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xEwE1hI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Fl7B7qwKjn4/s320/030420091242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141843965662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sonny and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quite the handsome-looking lad. He had our class' girls going gaga on him. Secretly taking pictures of him and sort. I bet Sonny was feeling awkward that time. I don't blame him, I told him that it's just typical Malaysian girls. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for quite some time while waiting for the other school to finish their Physics session. Gain lots of information about the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we entered the Physics session, the professor, Terry something...(Oh don't force me to remember! I can't even remember the color of my own underwear! &gt;=( DO'H!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xS6ZhBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xc8TXjU6SFQ/s1600-h/030420091246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xS6ZhBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Xc8TXjU6SFQ/s320/030420091246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141847767057426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his assistant, Justs... (still expecting me to remember it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xtBZPtI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CBjpGjEpPn8/s1600-h/030420091247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3xtBZPtI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CBjpGjEpPn8/s320/030420091247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141854775721682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Terry gave us all a project. We are all divided into six groups and are required to use the straws and nails prepared to construct a structure that could support a bottle and a brick after that, without it collapsing of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My groups consisted of Me, Santosh, Jian Yuan, Gan Yang, Azila, and Juan Kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3x_6OrgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/k0aNolnR_kA/s1600-h/030420091244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh3x_6OrgI/AAAAAAAAAkk/k0aNolnR_kA/s320/030420091244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330141859845942786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Terry and Brother Justs guided us as we build our structure. After a few minutes spent, here's the structure that we built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7DyDBA3I/AAAAAAAAAks/6HIP6jFKVYI/s1600-h/030420091248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7DyDBA3I/AAAAAAAAAks/6HIP6jFKVYI/s320/030420091248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145463897228146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looks crappy but there's more to it than it meets the eye... or some bullshit like that, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it was time for the professor to start his work; destroying other straw buildings. LOL! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was the first to start, Professor Terry placed a book on top of our straw structure and placed a bottle on it. Our straw structure managed to support the bottle's weight! I didn't manage to take a picture of it but I did manage to take other group's straw structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7ELnTaiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nmCOXTHXCzM/s1600-h/030420091250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7ELnTaiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/nmCOXTHXCzM/s320/030420091250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145470760315426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Heng and his group's straw structure managed to support the bottle. Yi Vonn and her group also successfully passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the brick test. And once again, our group was the first. We were damn nervous when he placed the brick especially when our straw structure was threatening to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7EcIAtfI/AAAAAAAAAk8/opzkVkDQ-E4/s1600-h/030420091252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7EcIAtfI/AAAAAAAAAk8/opzkVkDQ-E4/s320/030420091252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145475192468978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR STRAW STRUCTURE SUPPORTED THE BRICK'S WEIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all like "Whoa! What the hell?". Professor Terry was satisfied and went on to the remaining groups and subsequently squashed their straw structures. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was our group! Professor Terry praised us all a job well done and showed us the previous school's straw structure that also managed to build a straw structure that passed both tests. Then he showed us his straw structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there isn't any pictures but the straw structure that Professor Terry built was similar to ours except that his was more neatly built and more concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group took a picture with Professor Terry and Brother Justs to celebrate our victory. He also told us that our group will be receiving a certificate which still haven't reached to my hands to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7EplLMbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9vRq4u3tq6o/s1600-h/030420091253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh7EplLMbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9vRq4u3tq6o/s320/030420091253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145478804451762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darn it, shouldn't have trusted Cheng Heng with a hand-phone camera. He had to screw this picture up. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went back to school after that... but what's a little trip back to school without a little session of camwhoring? &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_z6G7QHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2bw7ee5uYYI/s1600-h/2667_1127903320221_1306345386_30387161_1326775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_z6G7QHI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2bw7ee5uYYI/s320/2667_1127903320221_1306345386_30387161_1326775_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330150688741343346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Group picture! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0LFsHmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ota4pILg8zE/s1600-h/030420091255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0LFsHmI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ota4pILg8zE/s320/030420091255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330150693299560034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey look! Another Mercedes Benz! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0Okc_HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/jwz1EbjjE9w/s1600-h/2667_1127903600228_1306345386_30387168_6159146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0Okc_HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/jwz1EbjjE9w/s320/2667_1127903600228_1306345386_30387168_6159146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330150694233898098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another group picture in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0dRZn3I/AAAAAAAAAls/KoqsxiXVBvM/s1600-h/030420091257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sfh_0dRZn3I/AAAAAAAAAls/KoqsxiXVBvM/s320/030420091257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330150698180517746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our light lunch; Dunkin Doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all there is to this post. I hope I can find my time to introduce you all my very first pet! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle.&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1766296424868019408?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1766296424868019408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1766296424868019408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1766296424868019408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1766296424868019408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-one-month-delayed-post-by-yours.html' title='Another one-month delayed post by Yours Truly'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SfhlGA_wJNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UYiT3goYBZg/s72-c/030420091217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1676829611869244972</id><published>2009-04-02T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:39:32.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard, semi-hard and soft?</title><content type='html'>If you're from my school, you would know this incident. If you're not, well, I guess you'll just have to read to find out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: This post contains scenes of pure disgust. Viewers who just ate or who is about to eat is warned to think twice before reading on. kyle-sui.blogspot.com isn't responsible if any of its viewer should vomit onto his or her computer or laptop. Now, don't say I didn't warn ya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am sure you are all aware of the cases of poops lying around the science lab block? It's frickin smelly and it's frickin disturbing the students who were having their studies in the science lab. I mean, who would be desperate enough to shit in the science lab block? It's not like our school did not provide toilet to you, albeit a smelly and an unmaintained one. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this one day that me and my class went to the science lab to do our project. As soon as we step into the block, we could already smell the poop. Taking it as usual, we walked towards the stairs that lead to our destination which was located at the top floor of the science lab. And when we reached upstairs, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSNf--OeLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WrnqDBg3xUc/s1600-h/060320091078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSNf--OeLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WrnqDBg3xUc/s320/060320091078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320032640450853042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you've guessed it (seen it, actually...), poops. Three poops, with the tissues still around and they looked fresh. What's more? They were all arranged accordingly; soft, semi-hard, and hard. Pretty generous of that student who pooped, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPG_A-0BI/AAAAAAAAAho/D4CHNNZ2qNg/s1600-h/060320091080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPG_A-0BI/AAAAAAAAAho/D4CHNNZ2qNg/s320/060320091080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320034409988935698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The soft shit. Pretty watery and looked like chocolate fudge. This one was far most the smelliest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPG_0awuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/v5VsvQ-7LfA/s1600-h/060320091079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPG_0awuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/v5VsvQ-7LfA/s320/060320091079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320034410204676834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The semi-hard shit. Half watery, half hard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesn't smell as good as the previous one either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPHaKEkWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pPVpAqfLVFw/s1600-h/060220091016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSPHaKEkWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pPVpAqfLVFw/s320/060220091016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320034417274818914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I tried to take a shot of the hard shit but... it was already cleaned away before I was able to take the picture. I only managed to get the picture of the stain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you look closely, you can see some flies around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty disgusting, eh? Well, there was another similar case as well in class 3 Jaya. Poops littered everywhere of the class. There's even one time when the student who were responsible for this shitty situation wrote something on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will continue shit in this class. You cannot do anything about it," (or something like that... I don't know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid's got guts, I'll give him that. Truth to be told, I do know the kid's identity but right or wrong, I still want to respect his privacy and decided not to tell. But if you ARE curious about his identity, click &lt;a href="http://maccaroniboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-bad-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that 'day' in the link that I posted, the kid moved to another school and coincidentally, the poop cases had stopped. Now there, I'm not accusing him for being responsible for the poop cases or anything, it's just that it happened in such a coincidence and all the proofs were against him. It's hard not to assume that he was responsible for the poop cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, thank God that the case had stopped. I can finally study in peace whenever I am in the science lab. Boy, if you were there in my shoes, you would definitely be as glad as I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: the post ends right here. The following content does not have anything related to the title of this post but if my faithful readers would like to read it anyway, be my guest. =D However, viewer's discretion are advised.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I assume that some of you had clicked and read the link that I posted above there. One of the lines from the link caught my 'writers' senses' and my head automatically began making up a short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You know, if he was having the knife with him when I chased him, he could have hide and one place, wait for me to appear, and strike me. Thank God it didn't happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What if that really happened? If it does, here would be the scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew and hit hard against his rough teenage features as Daniel Mark ran madly across the hallway of the top floor of SMK Seri Mutiara. Heavy breathing filled the air over the sounds of running footsteps as he turned around a sharp corner, barely missing a glance of an escaping figure that had just turned into the science lab's block. Knowing that he was close to his target, Daniel fastened his pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in just a few minutes ago where Daniel and one of his friend, Darshini stayed back after school for their debate competition project under the jurisdiction of Miss Adlina. All was going well until Miss Adlina suddenly received a call by the headmistress of the school, Pn. Hajaah Halimah. The headmistress informed the teacher that there was a student who had just threw some books from the top floor and damaged the school's fountain at the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being assigned to the role as a prefect for the past four years, Daniel and Darshini was given the task to investigate the incident. They started their investigation at the ground floor while paying close attention to the upper floors for anybody suspicious. A peeking head at the top floor caught Darshini's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel, look over there. I think there's somebody there," Darshini's melodious voice echoed through the empty school as the unknown figure realized that he had been spotted and broke into a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel immediately sprang into action and dash to the top floor. Once there, the unknown figure was no where to be seen and Daniel noticed a bunch of bags scattered around the entrance of the music room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must have belonged to the school's choir members... &lt;/span&gt;Daniel thought to himself and upon further investigation, he found out that some of the bags were opened and emptied and the contents were scattered messily on the ground. Daniel began suspecting that the unknown figure was trying to steal the choir members' belongings and was unsure whether if he succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That bloody bugger..." Daniel muttered to himself and was about to investigate further when the unknown figure revealed himself and ran to the other end of the hallway where a walkway that leads to the science lab block was located. Though it was just a glimpse, Daniel could tell that the unknown figure was an Indian male. "Hey, you!" Daniel called out and chased after the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they were engaged in a pursuit. Daniel's speed and stamina had served him well as the running culprit was already in his sight when he started pursuing him. The male turned into a corner into the science lab block and soon followed by Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daniel had wished he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Daniel's eyes in that instance was the sharp blade of a butcher knife coming in dangerously close to him. He didn't expect it coming; a student having a butcher knife in his possession was the last thing he would ever expect. It was too late to avoid it without injuring himself and lose a large amount of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel back-stepped, attempting to minimize the depth of the knife that would dig into his flesh. It was a little late as he could feel the coldness of the metal from the knife splitting his clothes, as well as his skin apart. He immediately collapsed onto the ground and screamed in agony as crimson liquid began spreading on his blue prefect uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel could feel his consciousness fading away as his visions were beginning to blur. The culprit walked towards him, holding a butcher knife that had Daniel's blood stain on it and said something to him but Daniel couldn't hear. In the next moment, the culprit lift his leg and the next thing that Daniel felt before losing his consciousness entirely was an extreme pain that stung him on the side of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, everything went black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. Oh and before you say anything, let me clear up a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Daniel did not die, nor did he get wounded by that butcher knife. (Thank God)&lt;br /&gt;2. The culprit was caught and was punished accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;3. This was entirely fiction and was thought up on-the-spot. It did not happened in anywhere and anytime. In other words, it's fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all, basically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8382017579394579722-1676829611869244972?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1676829611869244972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1676829611869244972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1676829611869244972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1676829611869244972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-semi-hard-and-soft.html' title='Hard, semi-hard and soft?'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdSNf--OeLI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WrnqDBg3xUc/s72-c/060320091078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-2824967177927092991</id><published>2009-04-01T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:51:44.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powernet's football match.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating, been pretty lazy nowadays, especially with all the recent on-going events (which will be blogged about... I hope &gt;_&gt;). Anyway, here's yet another famous delayed post (one month delayed ==) from yours truly, Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day where my dad invited me to attend a football match that his company, Powernet, organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdMzMV1D6MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rh3eXRx0xmg/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdMzMV1D6MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rh3eXRx0xmg/s320/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319651871965833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The company where my dad work in's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The match was on a Sunday morning, in a public field located in Bentong, Pahang. Since it's Sunday and the match was in the morning, I'd figured 'Why not?' Since I won't be doing anything on Sundays besides sleeping &lt;/span&gt;until both of my parents yell at me only to wake up at around 12 or 1 something in the afternoon. Besides, I can warm my body up a little before the 'Street Thugz' have a futsal match with this team called 'City Youth Academy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called me 6 in the morning, took a bath, changed into my football outfit and headed out at about 6.30 in the morning. We had a light breakfast at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about McDonald's, when I was taking the tomato sauce, there was this one aunt in front of me. She was trying to get herself some chili sauce as well, when she pushed the button for the sauce, nothing came out. Out of frustration, she repeatedly pressed it again and again. Then, a certain liquid burst out instead of chili sauce and guess what? It sprayed onto ME instead of HER. I mean seriously, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, I didn't knew what that liquid was, it looked like rotten mayonnaise and smelled like one too. Great, I haven't even step onto the field and I'm already smelling like an abandoned trash can by the alley. I desperately try to wash the stain away, it was too darn smelly, I tell you. Thank God, that stain was gone but the smell remained, only a little though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, me and my Dad had a few conversation about games and glitches, how to drive and all. He even told me that he initially wanted to teach me how to drive before I go for my test but because of my house area's uneven grounds, he wouldn't want to take the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by a petrol station to refill. While waiting, I noticed how great the morning scenery is. The mountains were covered with mists and the air around was so refreshing. Here's a few pictures that I managed to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdM7ZMrwB9I/AAAAAAAAAco/UTaxTzlsayA/s1600-h/080320091083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdM7ZMrwB9I/AAAAAAAAAco/UTaxTzlsayA/s320/080320091083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319660888942184402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdM7ZGw_4_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/iehs3lLFGJA/s1600-h/080320091082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdM7ZGw_4_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/iehs3lLFGJA/s320/080320091082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319660887353582578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there at about 7.20 and me and my dad still had some time to prepare. Each teams was given a uniform, my dad couldn't fit into his red uniform and guess what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, inilah taktik awak la ye? Buat baju yang ketat dan susah untuk bergerak kepada musuh lain,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my dad was already wearing a red uniform, apparently an old Manchester United uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with some of my dad's colleagues and chatted with them. Took some pictures of the field too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB4qzSzmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/WCglw8XKL-k/s1600-h/080320091084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB4qzSzmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/WCglw8XKL-k/s320/080320091084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668026672598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the workers that came early was cleaning the shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB4zpssKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kl8V9mPrchM/s1600-h/080320091085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB4zpssKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kl8V9mPrchM/s320/080320091085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668029048271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The field&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5UUT7-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kMFNraUOPmY/s1600-h/080320091088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5UUT7-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kMFNraUOPmY/s320/080320091088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668037816938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the players, as well as the organizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone arrived and I noticed that me, my dad and one of his colleagues were the only Chinese around while the rest are Nepalese and mostly Malays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5CXhaUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tWK0p_Jrmfg/s1600-h/080320091086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5CXhaUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/tWK0p_Jrmfg/s320/080320091086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668032998566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cina sudah pupus! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5GbHGXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7Iua3cLWUQ8/s1600-h/080320091087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNB5GbHGXI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7Iua3cLWUQ8/s320/080320091087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668034087360882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the teams. Disciplined enough to line up by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the organizer grouped all the teams together after that and wanted explained the rules of the game. But the other groups were taking their sweet time to group together, pissing the organizer off. And coincidentally, I snapped a picture of it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND3a_NdqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4OsIFj6KmGs/s1600-h/080320091093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND3a_NdqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4OsIFj6KmGs/s320/080320091093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670204270999202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Yiish, mana semua bangan pekak ni pergi ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh boy, apparantly he's a Chelsea fan. After a few shouts, all the teams finally assembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND3oqJq5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DbtBQX_4jDM/s1600-h/080320091094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND3oqJq5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/DbtBQX_4jDM/s320/080320091094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670207940766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each team has their own unique names that would sound wrong and make you laugh at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND30xEjtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wkTye8eE8nk/s1600-h/080320091095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdND30xEjtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/wkTye8eE8nk/s320/080320091095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670211191017170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The organizer, telling the rules and regulations of the game. For a second there, it does look like he's scolding all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, now to the teams' names. There are a total of six teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0esL0eI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-hFG8HYJ_RM/s1600-h/Cabai+Hijau+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0esL0eI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-hFG8HYJ_RM/s320/Cabai+Hijau+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672352748589538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cabai Hijau FC.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking but it isn't cibai, though that was my first impression as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;This team has the advantage when it comes to defense. They didn't play much offense, just defense.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, next off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0sLs6QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kQ6oLBscwPw/s1600-h/Chuak+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0sLs6QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kQ6oLBscwPw/s320/Chuak+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672356370442498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuak FC.&lt;br /&gt;No... I don't know why and how they thought of this name. But they're still red, coincident eh? That's my father's team. With him being the captain, he strategically organized the players based from their abilities on the field.&lt;br /&gt;Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0nExPlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qotyZf3E6z4/s1600-h/MKT+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF0nExPlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qotyZf3E6z4/s320/MKT+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672354999189074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MKT FC.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is one name I can explain on how they got it. You wanna know what does MKT stand for? You sure you wanna know? Okay...&lt;br /&gt;(M)agnum&lt;br /&gt;(K)uda [Da Ma Cai. Lol, what the hell?]&lt;br /&gt;(T)oto&lt;br /&gt;Pretty unique, eh? Laughed like hell when I heard what it stands for.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this team consists of Nepalese and has an admirable defense and passing skills on the field.&lt;br /&gt;Up next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF1MvLzeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Xht9aA45eEI/s1600-h/Rimba+Bara+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF1MvLzeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/Xht9aA45eEI/s320/Rimba+Bara+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672365109202402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rimba Bara FC.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much about this name but they have a pretty good stamina. They can run up and down the field without getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF1NrU7AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Byowgw9K5Yo/s1600-h/Tiger+FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNF1NrU7AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Byowgw9K5Yo/s320/Tiger+FC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672365361458178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger FC.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, presenting the Chelsea wanna-be. XD&lt;br /&gt;But, they still can't be underestimated by their looks. As they say, don't judge a book by its cover. This team, as its name itself implies, played just as greatl as a Tiger. They have a great goalkeeper (the second one from the left, standing.), a great defender (the one flashing a thumbs-up. No joke!) and a great striker (the one standing beside the keeper.)&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;(No pictures... DO'H!!! They didn't want to take.)&lt;br /&gt;Astagan FC.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how did they thought of this name out. Don't ask me. Their uniform does resemble Arsenal though.&lt;br /&gt;The strongest group so far. They have this one player that really stands out among them. He has great stamina, great passing skills, superb shooting skills and dribbling skills. The team mostly depends on him only to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The match goes according to groups and there is no elimination in the match. The points given are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If a team wins, the team would be awarded with three points.&lt;br /&gt;If a team loses, there would be no point awarded.&lt;br /&gt;If both teams ends up with a tie, both of them would be awarded with only one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtry1DwuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ky0rMfyujuY/s1600-h/080320091091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtry1DwuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ky0rMfyujuY/s320/080320091091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716184000807650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The list of matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtr21JuvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GJhHT2Rz1vw/s1600-h/080320091092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtr21JuvI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GJhHT2Rz1vw/s320/080320091092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716185074940658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The scoreboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First match in the first round was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsGrUx6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XullvEXGHrk/s1600-h/080320091102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsGrUx6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/XullvEXGHrk/s320/080320091102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716189328689058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MKT FC (0 - 0) Rimba Bara FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second match:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsKM2p0I/AAAAAAAAAew/FxF757BYmJg/s1600-h/080320091105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsKM2p0I/AAAAAAAAAew/FxF757BYmJg/s320/080320091105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716190274627394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsWVyHxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/a-LqFQvyhog/s1600-h/080320091106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNtsWVyHxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/a-LqFQvyhog/s320/080320091106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319716193533304594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad in action.&lt;br /&gt;Cabai Hijau FC (0 - 1) Cuak FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, onto the last match of the round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwseOvvwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EATCUfV576E/s1600-h/080320091107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwseOvvwI/AAAAAAAAAfA/EATCUfV576E/s320/080320091107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319719494186155778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astagan FC (1 - 1) Tiger FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, on to the second round. The first match was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsr_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/V47BOPGZJ3E/s1600-h/080320091109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsr_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/V47BOPGZJ3E/s320/080320091109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319719497878891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rimba Bara FC (0 - 1) Cuak FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On to the second match:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2Q2nmRZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/anrn4AaKc4Y/s1600-h/080320091114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2Q2nmRZI/AAAAAAAAAf4/anrn4AaKc4Y/s320/080320091114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725616766272914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Astagan FC (1 - 0) MKT FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsxueG0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/eKxMIRWoAoQ/s1600-h/080320091118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsxueG0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/eKxMIRWoAoQ/s320/080320091118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319719499419491138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cabai Hijau FC (0 - 2) Tiger FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had launch after the end of the second round. The company brought Chicken Rice. Nothing much out of the ordinary. My dad tried sneaking away to smoke but he couldn't escape my 'sharp' eyes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2QSEmVRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pwv_0emOZFg/s1600-h/080320091110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2QSEmVRI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pwv_0emOZFg/s320/080320091110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725606955799826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Try to sneak away, eh? Not so easy!" That's what I said that time. You can see my dad's head behind the Honda City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2QriusiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CmmQVdt7pNU/s1600-h/080320091111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN2QriusiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/CmmQVdt7pNU/s320/080320091111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319725613793063458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're so busted when I show this picture to mom unless you get me my dream CPU. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After eating our lunch, we continued on with the first match of the third round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsy2SPII/AAAAAAAAAfg/fvM3RosvmXo/s1600-h/080320091119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdNwsy2SPII/AAAAAAAAAfg/fvM3RosvmXo/s320/080320091119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319719499720703106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astagan FC (3 - 0) Rimba Bara FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up next:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MNzBARI/AAAAAAAAAgA/1-khMclWj9k/s1600-h/080320091120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MNzBARI/AAAAAAAAAgA/1-khMclWj9k/s320/080320091120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728835623715090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiger FC (3 - 0) Cuak FC [Lots of stupid goals, if you ask me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MT2jIGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xMX7m3vBYEE/s1600-h/080320091121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MT2jIGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xMX7m3vBYEE/s320/080320091121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728837249146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MKT FC (1 - 2) Cabai Hijau FC&lt;br /&gt;Lol, before the match started. The Cabai Hijau was taking their sweet time getting into the field. One of the players that weren't playing got angried and shouted.&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Cibai Hijau, cepatlah. Cibai betul,"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone LOLed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN-cSPIYQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cChSobv3o58/s1600-h/080320091112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN-cSPIYQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cChSobv3o58/s320/080320091112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319734609251426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The goalkeeper. Lol, run baby, run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was starting to fry us alive but the forth round went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MY61GlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WcDGwkXev_0/s1600-h/080320091122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5MY61GlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WcDGwkXev_0/s320/080320091122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728838609279570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuak FC (2 - 1) Astagan FC&lt;br /&gt;That was one awesome match, everybody says so. Well, because it's Astagan versus Cuak and they all thought that Astagan would kick my dad's team's butts. But they were wrong as my dad devised a strategy that turned the tables around. It was really amazing, the way my dad's team was playing that time. It was all coordinated so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5Msd66FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S624S400Ryg/s1600-h/080320091123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5Msd66FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S624S400Ryg/s320/080320091123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728843856734290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rimba Bara FC (1 - 3) Cabai Hijau FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5M_xOmnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XmV5oxetqao/s1600-h/080320091124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdN5M_xOmnI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XmV5oxetqao/s320/080320091124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319728849037990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger FC (0 - 0) MKT FC&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When it was time for the fifth round, I then realized that I'm going to be late for my match back at Challenger. Vicky and Sagilan were already calling me. Oh boy. I told my dad, he said he'll try his best to bring me there. Anyway, let the fifth and also last round begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBlujxi1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_WLsx6t_Epc/s1600-h/080320091125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBlujxi1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_WLsx6t_Epc/s320/080320091125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738070007909202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astagan FC (4 - 0) Cabai Hijau FC&lt;br /&gt;Lol, talk about a case of bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then later on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBllwWL1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/PzcvhW8TfrU/s1600-h/080320091126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBllwWL1I/AAAAAAAAAg4/PzcvhW8TfrU/s320/080320091126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738067644723026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rimba Bara FC (0 - 1) Tiger FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBl0kU5WI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hiAapVM72v8/s1600-h/080320091128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBl0kU5WI/AAAAAAAAAhA/hiAapVM72v8/s320/080320091128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738071620838754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MKT FC (1 - 1) Cuak FC.&lt;br /&gt;What's my dad doing just standing over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well then, with all matches done. Here's the final result from the score board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBl-qRqMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eS_g3ENsLYk/s1600-h/080320091129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOBl-qRqMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/eS_g3ENsLYk/s320/080320091129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319738074330147010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, Tiger FC was leading, Cuak and Astagan tied. Then, I thought I could head back to KL already but I was wrong. There is still the semi-finals! I dropped to my knee and shouted that time... almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take some pictures but my handphone's battery died. Anyway, here's the result anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuak FC (1 - 2 [Penalty]) Tiger FC&lt;br /&gt;Astagan FC (1 - 0) Cabai Hijau FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astagan got first, Tiger got second while my dad's team, Cuak, got third. Still an achievement though and I'm proud of my dad for it. My dad couldn't wait any longer, so he immdiately left the match to send me to my match without receiving his medal. We were rushing back to KL only to meet with a massive jam that made us stuck at the same area for almost an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely reached the challenger in time but I still managed to make it. I entered the match last minutely and I almost made a score against my opponent. Sagi was crossing the ball to me just before the game ended. I was about to shoot the ball in until one of my opponent scored it for me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, 'what the hell? My goal was stolen!'. Eveybody from Street Thugz laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, I asked Sagi how was the game earlier. He told me that Street Thugz has been playing, using the same players, for two hours straight while the City Youth Academy swtiches players every 5 minutes or so. We scored more than 50 times, they only scored not more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we must've trashed them really hard in their faces. Well, after that, the Street Thugz had a small talk with the City Youth Academy's coach. We wanted to hire him as our coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach told us, he would be glad to train us with some conditions met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He needs two days to train us every week.&lt;br /&gt;He needs our commitments.&lt;br /&gt;He needs a field to train us on with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have it all. But the problem is, the timing. Our time schedules were too tight, so unfortunately, we have to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after that at about 7.30. Was dead tired and was about to go up to our rooms when my mom and my brother noticed me and my dad's skin. Apparently, me and my dad got a tan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOMkCMknPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DtVVVrQb8q0/s1600-h/080320091130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOMkCMknPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DtVVVrQb8q0/s320/080320091130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319750135547469042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOMkNd_rII/AAAAAAAAAhY/c2rSJkAF7to/s1600-h/080320091131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdOMkNd_rII/AAAAAAAAAhY/c2rSJkAF7to/s320/080320091131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319750138573335682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, football match was fun. I get to learn from the way the adults were playing an actual football. It was sure worthy waking up early in the morning and spending my time there in Bentong. Except for the part where me and my dad got darker. DO'H! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&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;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-2824967177927092991?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/2824967177927092991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=2824967177927092991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2824967177927092991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/2824967177927092991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/04/powernets-football-match.html' title='Powernet&apos;s football match.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SdMzMV1D6MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rh3eXRx0xmg/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-4350744498106441837</id><published>2009-03-17T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:49:03.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's 45th birthday</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it's a little TOO late for this post but hey! Better late then never, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this happened during the 3rd of March on the day of Tuesday. It was my dad's 45th birthday. I didn't knew his age at first until I asked my mom. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, from time to time my dad would even forget me and my brother's age. There's one comical scene that happened between us some time ago. It's about my brother's age and it happened last year. My brother's 12 and I was 16 that time. Here's how the scene went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Jian, what's your age again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's 13 this year. (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Wha-? Really? Oh, so how many A's you got in UPSR?&lt;br /&gt;Me: He haven't taken his UPSR yet.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, you should've seen the looks on his face. Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day started out pretty normal. Dad fetched me to school and I wished him after I got off the car. I planned to get him something nice for his birthday but my mom said don't have to waste too much money and I didn't know what to get for him this year either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my dad what he liked as his birthday present and he urged us to not get him anything. He doesn't mind. But being the good son that I am... *cough cough* I still think that my dad STILL deserves something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after school, I headed straight away to 'King's Confectionery' and get my dad a birthday cake. That's the least I could do anyway. Then another problem hit me, what cake does my dad likes? I don't think a grown up man would enjoy colorful multiple flavors ice-cream cake, now do they? Since my dad enjoys eating chocolates and bananas, I got him the Choco-Banana cake which cost me RM33.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-J7OGzX_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/NQcbPEzaLUw/s1600-h/040320091073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-J7OGzX_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/NQcbPEzaLUw/s320/040320091073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314117735812390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I even had his name written on it. Nice, eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after I went home, I kept the cake in a fridge and waited for my dad to come back. We went out for dinner and had western food in this restaurant called 'Rendezvous' in Taman Billion. I recommend it to you people out there who enjoys western food. The foods there are nice and their specialty, the 'Cheese Fondue' will definitely melt your cheesy heart away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back and I brought out the cake and lighten it. Dad was surprised and couldn't stop smiling while we sang the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MDT1IIFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5zM8QWY1RaM/s1600-h/040320091074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MDT1IIFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5zM8QWY1RaM/s320/040320091074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314120073811075154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was a little blur but...well, it's still good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MD2jMQbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mkaL9J7t92M/s1600-h/040320091075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MD2jMQbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mkaL9J7t92M/s320/040320091075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314120083131089330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My dad, cutting the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mom took the responsibility to cut and divide the cake while we enjoyed it. Couldn't get a picture of her eating her cake. DO'H!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MEFDAUqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4VRo2qUX2yk/s1600-h/040320091076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MEFDAUqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/4VRo2qUX2yk/s320/040320091076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314120087022621346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See? My brother enjoys the cake so much that he's giving me a thumbs-up! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MESdfX8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IMZLCJsttfQ/s1600-h/040320091077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-MESdfX8I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IMZLCJsttfQ/s320/040320091077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314120090623369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I gotta admit, the choco-banana cake was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night basically just ended like that. I still think that I could do more than that to celebrate my dear father's special day. Ah well, maybe I'll try again next year, if I wasn't selected for National Service that is. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well dad, Happy Birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all the care (and lectures...) that you gave me since the day I was breathing. I appreciated it. There is no one that could replace YOU in my heart....... 'yet'. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.: Dad, if you happen to see this post and wish to thank me. You can do so by teaching me how to drive. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8382017579394579722-4350744498106441837?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/4350744498106441837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=4350744498106441837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4350744498106441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4350744498106441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/03/dads-45th-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s 45th birthday'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sb-J7OGzX_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/NQcbPEzaLUw/s72-c/040320091073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1775284856675811156</id><published>2009-03-13T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:34:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the craps that happened after the last post</title><content type='html'>Darn it, after so long. I finally get the time to blog again. Anyway, here are the followings that happened before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my Dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bentong, Pahang, and play a friendly competition with my father's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this recent case about thievery and shits. No kidding, there ARE really shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played handball under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for cross-country and ran under the rain and debated this morning. As well as registering for Undang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are what I'm gonna post after my rest. I'm just too darn tired right now. I'll be back... whenever I'll be. So... later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1775284856675811156?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1775284856675811156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1775284856675811156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1775284856675811156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1775284856675811156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-craps-that-happened-after-last-post.html' title='All the craps that happened after the last post'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-9183275880482942736</id><published>2009-03-03T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:07:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick bastards... they'll never stop coming.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I was strolling around the net to check my e-mails and what-not as usual. Then I happen to come across this e-mail by Trisha. It was entitled 'Must See!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~... Usually I would just delete the e-mail without a second thought because I would always think that those e-mails would only contains craps like 'A clown's gonna go into your bed tonight if you don't forward this e-mail to a certain amount of people' or 'Send this mail to all your contacts and if you receive back a certain amount of mail back, a miracle will happen to you tonight! You can FLY!!' those kind of rubbish mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, people, I just don't believe in stuffs like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I was free, so I thought "Ah, what the heck?" and decided to read the mail just for kicks. The mail, shockingly, reveals an activity conducted somewhere in china. The mail was a vote mail, which requires readers to send in their names or e-mails at the end of the mail. Anyway, the mail involves the process of producing fur coats which turns out to be... well... FUCKING SICKENING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sa45H2Sz8xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U-s4z4t-bOE/s1600-h/fur-jacket-white-6a-035-w300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sa45H2Sz8xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U-s4z4t-bOE/s320/fur-jacket-white-6a-035-w300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309243817712677650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sa45H6sbdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VII2SwuavYA/s1600-h/fur-coat-full-length-2a-009-w298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sa45H6sbdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/VII2SwuavYA/s320/fur-coat-full-length-2a-009-w298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309243818893866626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice fur coats, eh? Wouldn't it be nice if you wore it during cold days like winter and what-not? I bet you would look classy in that, being warmed by the furs on the coat, ain't it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, have you ever wondered what the hell you are wearing? (Don't go on telling me 'it's fur coat!' or 'it's shirt!' because I'm fully aware of that, mind you.) You, ladies and gentlemen, especially the ladies, are wearing the skins of what was once an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, an ANIMAL! A cute little furry animals such as raccoon dogs, dogs, cats, squirrels, bears and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These furs are from their skins, being used to survive the harsh weathers that mother nature has to offer. But, just for the heck of fashion, these animals' fur are being taken away from their flesh be it skinned alive or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese in the video grabbed one of the animals, stomp them to the ground to break their bones, snap their necks, whack them in the head with a metal rod, crush their necks and skin them ALIVE!! Those poor animals tried to struggle but was powerless to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks when I watched them being skinned alive, struggling through the pain as their skin is being tore out from their flesh. Their screams broke my heart. I was speechless after I watched the video and I held back the urge to vomit as well that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of sick bastards are those people. I mean, if they take out fur from animals that are dead, I would not mind but killing one just to get its fur? Isn't that a little too much? These sick bastards made me feel ashamed to be a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I... I just don't know how to describe it. You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: This video is not intended for people with weak hearts. Video contains scene of explicit violence and gore. 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I'm just too furious to think straight right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, at the end of the mail, there's a sign thing that list the amounts of people who protested towards this crisis. I, no offense, will not write my name in it. Instead, I will post it here in my blog. I want everyone to know the bitter truth about the coat that they all fancied and I wish those of you who read this and felt the same way as I do will do the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SAY NO TO HEARTLESS KILLINGS!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, please DO visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com/facts.asp"&gt;http://www.furisdead.com/facts.asp&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.furisdead.com/index.asp"&gt;http://www.furisdead.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-9183275880482942736?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/9183275880482942736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=9183275880482942736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9183275880482942736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/9183275880482942736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-bastards-theyll-never-stop-coming.html' title='Sick bastards... they&apos;ll never stop coming.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Sa45H2Sz8xI/AAAAAAAAAbA/U-s4z4t-bOE/s72-c/fur-jacket-white-6a-035-w300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-136068599877782366</id><published>2009-02-28T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:47:32.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Saln7MOG8gI/AAAAAAAAAao/THlaeZqjGW0/s1600-h/Spongebob+Squarepants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Saln7MOG8gI/AAAAAAAAAao/THlaeZqjGW0/s320/Spongebob+Squarepants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307887902423183874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right... SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 1st of March, marks the 10th anniversary of our favorite talking sea sponge, Spongebob Squarepants! WooHooo!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real Spongebob fan by the way. Don't like it? Then don't read this post because this post is dedicated to all Spongebob fans out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob was first born during 1st of March in the year 1999. After that, the show immediately became a hit and received numerous amounts of prizes. The show attracts people of all ages, sexes and races. I find it quite cute and funny, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about Spongebob, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spongebob_Squarepants"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't want to, then go away! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, just joking! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and keep us all laughing you talking yellow cheese. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Saln7OhN5OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1X5hDBwgAJo/s1600-h/Spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Saln7OhN5OI/AAAAAAAAAaw/1X5hDBwgAJo/s320/Spongebob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307887903040201954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ain't that cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. It's just some random post anyway. You can choose to ignore it but... I guess by the time you've read this, you've already seen and read the whole post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-136068599877782366?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/136068599877782366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=136068599877782366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/136068599877782366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/136068599877782366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to....'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/Saln7MOG8gI/AAAAAAAAAao/THlaeZqjGW0/s72-c/Spongebob+Squarepants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-4809981289726463652</id><published>2009-02-24T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:43:48.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle&apos;s POV'/><title type='text'>Summarizing the past week events</title><content type='html'>Hey guys and girls, gays and less, guess who's back~? Come on, take a guess. There are no wrong answers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough with that crap. Anyway, my Intervention test is over and boy, was I glad that it's over. Because of this test, I had delayed God-knows-how-much posts. But if you do want to know about my test, here's a hint for you: It rhymes with 'sheet' and smells just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was okay, so was Accounts. But the subject that bugs me the most is Moral. Yes, that subject that supposedly turns you into a fine gentlemen in our country. Some sort of bullshit if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, any students taking Moral would definitely be able to score an 'A' IF they memorize all the definitions of the moral values given. 36 moral values if I'm not mistaken. But still, do we actually apply these values into our daily life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's a good thing to have these values applied into our daily lives but sometimes in life, you might have to break a rule or two. Besides, if you're too soft, people WILL eventually take advantage of you one way or another. Well, that's just my theory and I might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why, I have been playing the good-prefect, bad-prefect thingy in school. I don't want to let other people to take better of me and took advantage on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning these moral values doesn't automatically makes you a better person. It's how the way you live your life that determines whether you're a good boy or bad boy. We study moral just for the sake of that one alphabet in our report papers/cards/books; 'A'. At least, that's what I can say for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral test was the worse I have ever endured, I didn't get much time to revise or memorize the definitions as I was busy preparing for my History paper two test which involves essays. Cik Hor would definitely be pissed at me. Heck, if I pass my moral paper, I'm abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, on last Friday. Something happened that changed my impression towards some of those form one bastards that doesn't know how to show any respects to their eldest and seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we 'Street Thugz' were hanging out after school in the school's compound with a good game of football. Oh before that, 'Street Thugz' is a football team formed by us students. Usually when we're playing. Some of the form ones would step in and begged for us to let them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wouldn't mind letting them play if there's a teacher taking care of them. But the problem was, there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, try using that brain of yours for once and think for Kyle's sake. If we allow you to play with us and you would happen to injure yourself, who would be responsible for your sorry little ass? Don't go on telling me that you yourself will be responsible for yourself, if that line works, I would've allowed you to play with us in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you all are very 'pro' as some of you implied, but didn't you ever take into account that accidents happens all the time? And don't go all 'BOO~' at us whenever we miss a shot or miss a goal, by doing that, you're just making yourself looking like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's this particular guy that I want to talk about. I wasn't sure of his name and am not interested to find out. All I know is that he's a basketball-a-holic. It was during the form ones' recess time and we had stopped playing football for a moment, fearing that we might accidentally shot them in their heads or whatever body parts that's hit-able. So we played a little game of basketball, using my football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, this guy comes out of nowhere and took away the ball and did a few shots. At first, I forgave him for taking away my ball without my permission and did a few shots as I thought he would eventually leave. I stood corrected. He continued on shooting hoops as if he was trying to show off his skills or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of patience and demanded my ball back. He claimed that this would be his last shot, I didn't care and demanded it back again. Then, I don't know what in God's name snapped in that thick skull of his, he started cursing me, claiming that I was showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei, ass-swipe, open that big eyes of yours and look properly. Do you see me taking away other people's ball without permission and played with it like the ball belonged to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also claimed that: 'Prefects very big now la ha? Lan Si Lan Yong like that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded by shouting at him continuously: 'Yeah yeah, you very big la, you very big la. Everyone must respect you la. You're the champion of the world la.' in a sarcastic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of frustration, he threw my ball away and shouted: 'Give you back your bloody useless ball!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ass-swipe, first of all, that ball was a FOOTball. Go search up a dictionary, I bet you'll know what's the meaning of football. It is meant for playing football only and using it with your foot, not playing basketball with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And second of all, have you ever noticed the difference in between a football and a basketball? Their goal post and the hoop? Footballs are pretty soft especially when mine had already aged 9 years and is completely naked compared to basketballs which are hard. The corner edge of the hoop is so darn bloody sharp that it could poop a balloon upon contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if he accidentally missed a shot and hits the edge instead, what would happen to my ball? Is he going to pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I have just almost had it with these people. They need to be taught a lesson. Acting all tai-ko already just because there were no seniors around. I bet you that if they were in the morning session as well, they wouldn't do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just, so darn disappointed with children nowadays. Well what can we do? They're OUR problems after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-4809981289726463652?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/4809981289726463652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=4809981289726463652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4809981289726463652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/4809981289726463652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/02/summarizing-past-week-events.html' title='Summarizing the past week events'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-1373627936023217904</id><published>2009-02-16T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:13:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delaying all post... one post at a time.</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all, Kyle here. It's been a while since I update any post. Well, you can't blame me, I'm WAY too busy with my life in both IN school and OUT school. Especially when my intervention test has just begun today, I might as well hit the books and start studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, my debate club officially started and there will be an friendly debate competition amongst us debaters. Oh, in case you don't know what debate is, click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Debate"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But in short, debate is like playing as a lawyer, arguing for what he or she believes is right. Anyway, the motion for the competition is... well about the recent events in Malaysia. Yeah, you've guessed it; the Perak Controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tittle is 'Should Karpal Singh sue the Sultan of Perak for sacking the Menteri Besar?'. Boy, looks like I have to read more newspapers and do lots of researches. Oh and guess what? The competition is due next monday. There goes, my intervention test and this debate competition had just clashed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to the books with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I know that the tittle for the debate competition is sensitive, but I on the other hand thinks that this is one way to improve ourself and that this topic is pretty challenging. And if you find the topic offensive for you, please do NOT be a bitch and bitch about it in my chat box. I'd rather my chat box being used for one and only ONE purpose only; chatting, not arguing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-1373627936023217904?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/1373627936023217904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=1373627936023217904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1373627936023217904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/1373627936023217904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/02/delaying-all-post-one-post-at-time.html' title='Delaying all post... one post at a time.'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18393482785656860497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SYQG_C7tCzI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1qO12YuEilk/S220/28012009966.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382017579394579722.post-559401468842018308</id><published>2009-02-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:44:17.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday shoutout'/><title type='text'>It's all about birthdays! Past birthdays actually... Part 2</title><content type='html'>Alright, now that I'm done with Hui Xian's. Now for the next birthday candidate. If you read my previous post, you'll know who I'm going to dedicate this post to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who knows, congratulations! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who DON'T know... piece of advice, READ MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, anyway. This post is dedicated to two person. Daniel Mak and my brother, Sui Yee Jian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Daniel's first. His birthday party isn't as grand as Hui Xian's but it still retained the fun mood in it. We celebrated on the day on his birthday itself, which is 22nd of January 2009. After school, we met up in this restaurant called Gilly Cafe nearby Leisure Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyfukIsYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2XHS1eLlQ0M/s1600-h/P1225246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyfukIsYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2XHS1eLlQ0M/s320/P1225246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792282072002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone who turned up for the party. (Oh and... ignore the typo at the lower left corner.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Notice how empty the plates already are in the picture? Well, I sort of came late to Daniel's party due to transportation problem. Throughout the whole thing, we chatted and joked a lot about our past lives, our current lives, the form ones and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyfsXOkuI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QjlS8ncLTVM/s1600-h/P1225256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyfsXOkuI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QjlS8ncLTVM/s320/P1225256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792281480991458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel, the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyf8a_N3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Sg42MXA1Vpg/s1600-h/P1225252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAyf8a_N3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/Sg42MXA1Vpg/s320/P1225252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792285791729522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hui Xian, the guest who just celebrated her birthday not even a month ago. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAygMPjNHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/O3_vtBTGSfA/s1600-h/P1225253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAygMPjNHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/O3_vtBTGSfA/s320/P1225253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792290038723698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shu Teng, the... Hey! What are you looking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAygewEUhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rfez0Dr7NLQ/s1600-h/P1225258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZAygewEUhI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rfez0Dr7NLQ/s320/P1225258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792295006949906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even Kheng Siang, who was once known as Mr.Robot, turned up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA10zGwU_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/tRj_04leLl4/s1600-h/P1225259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA10zGwU_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/tRj_04leLl4/s320/P1225259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795942603084786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gan Yang, the chairman of Meranti who skipped training just to attend the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11DA63qI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cw2TpnsnhAk/s1600-h/P1225261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11DA63qI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cw2TpnsnhAk/s320/P1225261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795946873577122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...and Cheng Heng too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11aSgH9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/PneutJGLEac/s1600-h/P1225262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11aSgH9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/PneutJGLEac/s320/P1225262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795953121337298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...not forgetting Tommy as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11kLn50I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q2WfAKX4Cyw/s1600-h/P1225265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA11kLn50I/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q2WfAKX4Cyw/s320/P1225265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795955776841538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the few historic moment when Shu Teng popped a joke. I guess Cheng Heng wasn't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much happened after that but when the bill came, it stung the heck out of Daniel's wallet. The bill for all the foods and drinks totaled up an amount of RM96.40. Kinda reasonable when YOU are not the only one paying but Daniel, otherwise, paid everything himself. Gotta hand it to the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4wgjd27I/AAAAAAAAAZc/pUR1IsvZZJQ/s1600-h/P1225263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4wgjd27I/AAAAAAAAAZc/pUR1IsvZZJQ/s320/P1225263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799167438642098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The receipt and all of the money being used to pay the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4w3BpWZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Oh3aKXd_tfg/s1600-h/P1225266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4w3BpWZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Oh3aKXd_tfg/s320/P1225266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799173470804370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lol, we kind of have to use a calculator to do the counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we headed off the restaurant and went to Aladdin. Hui Xian and Shu Teng had to head home and couldn't join us, so us boys were the only ones heading to Aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this game called Left 4 Dead. It's a zombie first-person shooting game. Sort of like a cross between Counter-Strike and Resident Evil. You would be a dimwit if you never heard of it, it's like the best game ever made! We played Left 4 Dead for like 3 and a half hours! Boy, and here my mom actually forbids me to go to any cybercafes. Eventually, my mom found and I was in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we all went back and I was waiting for my dad to come fetch me because it was raining and it was already 7 something. My dad came at about 8.30 or so and well, it was worth the wait. Why? Because my dad totally saved my ass from being scolded by my mom! He told her I only went to cybercafe is because to celebrate Daniel's birthday and only warned me to not get addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, thanks dad. Thanks for being so understanding. Thanks a BUNCH! You're definitely getting a present for Father's day! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, next on. My brother's thirteenth birthday. Well, since my brother's still young to go out and celebrate his own party with his friends, my parents brought him to a Japanese charcoal-BBQ buffet restaurant down at the Great Eastern Tower! That restaurant was named 'Daidomon' and has a disturbing logo for the restaurant that somehow resembles a fallopian tube. We celebrated his birthday on the 24th of January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4w6NEDpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GhL72_rBiZw/s1600-h/24012009940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4w6NEDpI/AAAAAAAAAZs/GhL72_rBiZw/s320/24012009940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799174323998354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where the hell am I again?!! Ignorance is really a bliss, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much really happened through out the dinner. Well, except for the fact that me and my brother almost swept all the foods that were available that time, ranging from tempura, fried rice, wheat noodles, miso soup, sushi, you name it! That time, what's inside my stomach had already worth more than my life itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4xLqhULI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LPTJWZW4g9E/s1600-h/24012009941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4xLqhULI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LPTJWZW4g9E/s320/24012009941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799179010953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jian, how many times have I told you? Never ever camwhore with your mouth full! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4xYFkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eoTh6nnSODU/s1600-h/24012009942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA4xYFkQ6I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eoTh6nnSODU/s320/24012009942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799182345618338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's just 1/10 of the amount of food that we had that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6FHVGMCI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oKxcadj89Dk/s1600-h/24012009943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6FHVGMCI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oKxcadj89Dk/s320/24012009943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800620956364834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that's just 1/100 of the amount of food I had that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6FYcMaII/AAAAAAAAAaM/8TptdjcojmI/s1600-h/24012009944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6FYcMaII/AAAAAAAAAaM/8TptdjcojmI/s320/24012009944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800625549535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mom can still have the time to take a picture while eating. Salutations! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6Fvv0wrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RV_YgoivtYg/s1600-h/24012009945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6Fvv0wrI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RV_YgoivtYg/s320/24012009945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800631805887154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My father... well, he just dug in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6Fj6BaKI/AAAAAAAAAac/S5G1sCUAWWM/s1600-h/24012009946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SZA6Fj6BaKI/AAAAAAAAAac/S5G1sCUAWWM/s320/24012009946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800628627433634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At least I did what a Japanese should do before eating! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, basically, that's just it. Oh and, I did bought a cake for my brother. It's a chocolate mouse fuit cake! Unfortunately I forgot to take a picture of it but if you really want to see it, I can still take the picture. But I gurantee you, the only thing you would see is chocolate. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of the whole dinner was... I'd rather not say it. But thanks to my mom's membership card, we got a 10% discount off. But the price still stung us in our arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I once again wish them two a Happy Belated Birthday and may God bless them with luck this year in both studies and socials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8382017579394579722-559401468842018308?l=kyle-sui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/feeds/559401468842018308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8382017579394579722&amp;postID=559401468842018308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/559401468842018308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8382017579394579722/posts/default/559401468842018308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kyle-sui.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-birthdays-past-birthdays_09.html' title='It&apos;s all about birthdays! 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Part 1</title><content type='html'>These birthday shout outs had already passed a little WAY too long. I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I've been pretty busy nowadays with my works and all. Especially during Chinese New Year when it's essential for everyone to go back to their hometowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into details about my Chinese New Year trip but if you want to know, I'll just summarize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year + Going to relatives' house + Being Single = Major Ang Pow ownage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year = - Fuel money - Free Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, in the end, I still collected a bunch of ang pows from my not-single-anymore relatives, especially to those who just married recently. I can officially ask them for ang pows. Lol. But then, I'm not really in need of money right now so I did not went to relatives that I both know and don't know and asked them for their hard-earned cash as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7g7OcMS8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/op4Di7Umrq8/s1600-h/080220091038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7g7OcMS8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/op4Di7Umrq8/s320/080220091038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300421119554898882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The amounts of ang pows that I collected. Some relative gave double ang pows for reasons I did not and do not bother to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And worse, I still haven't count how much I've managed to get this year. I was... too lazy to count them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the birthday shout outs. I want to dedicate this blog post to three person who celebrated their birthdays this year according to the dates they celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first in line, we have Chee Hui Xian who celebrated her late birthday last year on the 25th of December 2008 in the third of January 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nMpAmkGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bMzoawIyqLo/s1600-h/P1035107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nMpAmkGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bMzoawIyqLo/s320/P1035107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300428015814479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The birthday girl as she cuts her cake! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, it started when me, Carmen and Shu Teng planned to have a surprise pool/birthday party for Hui Xian because she didn't celebrated her birthday last year. We had the party at Carmen's house and my 'previous' house, a condo. So we invited her to come for a swim instead of telling her it was to celebrate her birthday. In the end, she came but she said she could not swim because she's going out with her friends later on. Awh, so much for throwing her into the pool! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Kerrie, Hao Yang, Samuel and my brother turned up for her birthday bash. First we swam for a moment and played a game of pool handball. Then me and Carmen went to Carmen's house and got the cake out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY71ssr--SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EpuoXx_ErMI/s1600-h/P1035108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY71ssr--SI/AAAAAAAAAVk/EpuoXx_ErMI/s320/P1035108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300443959720343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The cake, courtesy of Shu Teng and Carmen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While they were still busy with their wet business, me, Carmen and together with Hui Xian's two cam-whoring friends gave Hui Xian a surprise by singing a Happy Birthday song. The birthday girl wasn't expecting it so she gave out a few comical situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nND48taI/AAAAAAAAAVM/P2NWLQK3mMo/s1600-h/P1035109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nND48taI/AAAAAAAAAVM/P2NWLQK3mMo/s320/P1035109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300428023030134178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The stunned birthday girl as she received her birthday surprise! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nNLRsHJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/erpV17PaFHE/s1600-h/P1035113.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nNLRsHJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/erpV17PaFHE/s320/P1035113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300428025012952210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;During her speech of honor, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nNTYPUuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/A1XRmnIT0cA/s1600-h/P1035114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY7nNTYPUuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/A1XRmnIT0cA/s320/P1035114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300428027187909346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her thanks and appreciations are much... well appreciated by us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After her speech, seeing that there's a water pipe beside her, we asked her to perform a pole dance! XD At first, she refused to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_ZKC5WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/onJTlVsngrM/s1600-h/P1035115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_ZKC5WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/onJTlVsngrM/s320/P1035115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448678941746530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But after a few persuasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_dbJuuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CripUi9pv-4/s1600-h/P1035116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_dbJuuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CripUi9pv-4/s320/P1035116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448680087239394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And a few more persuasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_sZ33JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/dWNOgJloEeE/s1600-h/P1035117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nCMt6yseug/SY75_sZ33JI/AAAAAAAAAV8/dWNOgJloEeE/s320/P1035117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300448684108405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And more persuasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImag
