<?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-5685475058805887726</id><updated>2012-01-30T04:17:49.143+08:00</updated><category term='Business'/><category term='Random'/><category term='National Service'/><category term='Mon Amour'/><category term='Studies'/><category term='Humours'/><category term='Images'/><category term='Personal Life'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dummies For Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3168408255660681224</id><published>2009-07-13T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:16:18.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction</title><content type='html'>Currently my blog is under construction =)&lt;br /&gt;Be right back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3168408255660681224?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3168408255660681224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3168408255660681224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3168408255660681224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3168408255660681224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/construction.html' title='Construction'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3837449169339954226</id><published>2009-06-26T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:32:18.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the struggles have over for some certain time. However, I still have to face the postmortem effect after what had happened previously. I don't know how to describe it very well what happened, but I can definitely say that I really broke her heart this time. I don't know what can do to patch her heart back to before. I am thinking days and nights on what I can do and what should I do. It's very hard, some of the time I just wished that nothing happened previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days grounding myself in my computer room, facing the screen whole day long, drugging myself with games and anything else within the screen. Then I got an perfect idea on what I can do just to bring her back to herself. Important celebration in December! I remembered last year we celebrated Christmas in her house with her whole family except her dad. Her dad pass away a month ago before Christmas. It's really hard for her family to take it as his death is too sudden to them. However, they strengthen themselves and tried to bring out the spirit of the Christmas to the fullest. I saw how hard they tried but still, love beats everything. They still burst in tears after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year's Christmas gonna be a different thing. A new beginning for them and me. I'm gonna try my best to patch up her shattered pieces of heart. I look out for something special to give it to her.  I went all over the places just to look out for things that able to patch everything back. Bookstores, markets, malls, gift shops, etc. Still, I can't made up my mind on what to give to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bump myself to a interesting book in Popular Sunway Pyramid. &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 129px; height: 199px;" src="http://blogs.dispatch.co.za/openbook/files/2009/01/gift.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;A book by Cecelia Ahern. She is very familiar to me as I read her book (Where rainbow ends) in my NS camp. She is also the author of PS. I love you, bestseller. Now she comes with a new book in the market, The Gift. It looks very special and attractive to me. It gave me a feeling that this book is gonna save my relationship. So I went back home to make a survey on the book. What the book is all about, price comparisons as the book wasn't selling really cheap in Popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm cheapskate but I want to know that things I buy value for money. 25th is coming really soon. I have to make up my mind already whether that book can really save my relationship. Well, I know it sounds stupid when I told my friend what I'm going to do, getting a book for your gal during Christmas. Not like she eats book, geek or nerd, reading all the time without failing etc. What I have in mind is different. Getting a book carries a meaning where the meaning lies in the book itself. Furthermore the book have a perfect title and decoration, The Gift. Just perfect for Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I planed a perfect plan again this time. I don't know why am I doing this but people describe this as perfectionist. What I have plan this time to save my relationship back? First I went rushing to Pyramid again to get the book as quick as I can as the book is selling quite fast (sold out in MPH's website). I hope I'm still able to get a copy of the book. After that I went rushing back to her house while she is out for classes. I ranged the door bell hoping that the maid will be coming out to get me as they know me well enough to let me in the house. Instead the sis-in-law's sister came out looking confusing who rang the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what can I say so she will let me in as she still consider me as stranger you see. So I just tell her that, "Erm, I'm Joanna's friend. Can you help me to tie this book under her bed?", while passing her the book and also a string of ribbon. My actual plan is wrapping up the book under her bed and let her hunt for it. However, it seems that it's not going on my way. Her sis-in-law's sister seems a bit not so romantic imaginary person, she just ask the maid to dump the book under the bed, that simple. Well, my plan just half destroyed.&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/29680-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-White-Character-Organizing-Bundles-Of-Cash-And-Hiding-It-Under-A-Bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when she reached home after her piano class by 10, I text her a simple riddle. "I have 4 legs, 1 body but I don't walk, What am I?" Will my plan works? Can I get back her heart back to 1 piece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/28748-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Sweet-Little-Caucasian-Boy-Grinning-And-Holding-A-Red-Heart-Valentine-For-His-Crush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3837449169339954226?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3837449169339954226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3837449169339954226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3837449169339954226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3837449169339954226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/mon-amour_26.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3399540040281613831</id><published>2009-06-19T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:42:26.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span styl=""&gt;My Love (Part 17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of arguments throughout the whole month. I don't know what is going wrong but I wished we never argued that much. It hurts a lot , destroys our emotions and brought ourselves away from what we were supposed to be. Both of us tried to tolerate to each others but it doesn't seems to be working. Argument after arguments squeezing out throughout the whole month. It make us feel very very tired on each and every arguments we had. It's like we are almost at the edge of giving up the relationship.&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/12164-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Angry-Husband-And-Wife-Arguing-With-Their-Tongues-Wagging.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I know you never give up on me. You always be the one who holding up the relationship, patch it up, strengthen yourself not to be so emotionally etc. I know how hard you tried but still arguments never be avoided. I did give up on it some of the time, I'm really sorry for being such a jerk to you during the harsh time. Never put your feelings on priority, never notice your effort in patching up every damage we had in our relationship, never realize  that you really really care a lot bout how our relationship going on etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neglected everything bout it and tried to even pull myself out from the relationship. I'm really confused on what I decided but I regretted shortly after that. I realized what you have done all this while, that you never wished the break up to happened so much, heart broken into pieces which I'll never be able to patch it back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized my fault. I know I shouldn't be doing something like this to you. I regretted and I know it wouldn't change anything. It will never be the same anymore. I will never get back the pure feeling from you anymore because I have broke your fragile heart. I promised you that I will never break your heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that I will get back the same you again who are so passionate&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/28579-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Three-Passionate-Black-And-Red-Silhouetted-Couples-In-Different-Sexy-Poses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; about our relationship. I really appreciates you on what you did for me. I can feel that you begin to be like a stranger to me right now. Although we just went through the hardship together, with the hope that we might get back to our normal relationship back again, everything just went differently. It never be the same anymore. It's colder and much more frozen tensing atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been wondering why we turn out to be like that? We was fine a few months ago. It's totally different after that. What changed us? The arguments? The troubles? The aggregate emotions that you kept it all along? I really don't know what should I be thinking or what should I do in order to be back like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to make things change back like how we are last time. I don't want our relationship to continue dragging on like that. It seems pointless for us to continue such frozen relationship. I have to do something. Yes, I know there is something I have to do. What should I be doing? I am positive that there is something I am capable in doing in order to stop dragging this cold relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/mon-amour_26.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/29379-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Bright-Red-I-Love-You-Text-With-Little-Hearts-On-A-Reflective-White-Surface.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3399540040281613831?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3399540040281613831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3399540040281613831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3399540040281613831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3399540040281613831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-8196389833458235667</id><published>2009-05-30T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:41:19.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Amaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brain astonished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced by a friend of mine about a website who puts your brain on the edge of the cliff. Too exaggerated? I thought so too at first. I tried using my iPhone using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection but I don't seem to get into the website. Then I waited until I get home and try it using my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key in http://en.akinator.com/# into your link bar, leading you to a website (proclaimed himself as the Web Genius) get yourself register as a member there with some simple steps. Then the game will starts. First he will ask you few questions related to the character you're thinking in your mind. Actually it seems like a survey based on the questions they gave you and they narrow down all the characters existed in the world (even your parents and your loved 1!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, give it a try. Let me share with you a funny experience of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6968/img0330d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 186px;" src="http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6968/img0330d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mine while playing this game. Let me tell you who am I thinking of, Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDonald&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to the poster inside m room. So here starts my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is your character internationally famous? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should be famous all around the world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is your character a woman? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be, but I can't prove that of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your character real? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does your character fight? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what he do actually, imagining him fighting? Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is your character an animal? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clown = animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is your character an adult? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look young to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does your character live in America? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like appearing everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does your character belong to an animated cartoon? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does your character play a role of a doctor? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he can't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your character from a TV series? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In TV, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is your character famous thanks to the cinema? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never see before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; advertisements in the cinema though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is your character linked with food? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he is selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is your character red-haired? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/6939/scr0176510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/6939/scr0176510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/9505/scr9985713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 327px;" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/9505/scr9985713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-8196389833458235667?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8196389833458235667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=8196389833458235667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8196389833458235667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8196389833458235667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/amaze.html' title='Amaze'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6250625175871760509</id><published>2009-05-24T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:51:35.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>HeartBreaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just had a great dinner in a church somewhere in Ampang. Invited through someone from the church. In order to attend the church's production or somehow just a documentary about who is Jesus, is he resurrected, etc... I'm skipping an hour of job (earn less RM8) and a friend's birthday bash + secondary mini reunion + Goodbye party as the host is going for oversea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of complaining bout it but it came to an extent that she starts arguing that I'm mixing with my friends too much and why do I bother about the party as I don't know the host. It somehow got me frustrated. I purposely skip the party and accompany her to the church smoothly without making any arguments, I just don't know why things have to get worse when I tried to make things better. Even like some other occasion where I tried to make it perfect, end up being a perfectionist is not a good idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in my mind was meant to be kept and forget bout it, such as I'm so wanted to go to the party as it's a mini reunion where I get to see how my ex-schoolmates grown into and my ex-schoolmates gets to see how much I have grown. It's an golden opportunity as we don't see often since we are studying around &lt;strike&gt;the globe&lt;/strike&gt; Malaysia. So I'm looking forward as the invitation was passing out since April. I promised to attend when I got the invitation. However I end up went for another place instead of it. Besides that, is a birthday bash for a friend of mine that I know when I was form2. I love celebrating friend's birthday and yet she proclaim that I don't know the host. I still remember the times when we (host and me with some other peoples) went out together, texting each other simple short messages, isn't that consider as knowing each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 115px; height: 116px;" src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7802/heartbrokenglassywithbl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So 1 shoot I blast out everything yet she just kept quiet. I was expecting she would say something like she always do. I don't know whether she knew herself wrong or what, but what I know is that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You took very long  to just apologize to me&lt;/span&gt;. I'm disappointed with you. I don't know to the readers that she's wrong or what, but I'm confident that I'm not wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-6250625175871760509?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6250625175871760509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6250625175871760509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6250625175871760509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6250625175871760509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartbreaking.html' title='HeartBreaking'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7888125729590985156</id><published>2009-05-19T09:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:21:03.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Inside the class stealing college's random WiFi internet connection writing this post using my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;Having T7 revision class is kinda bored and I'm really hungry right now. I need to have my breakfast immediately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7888125729590985156?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7888125729590985156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7888125729590985156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7888125729590985156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7888125729590985156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3469723158530028582</id><published>2009-05-01T18:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:56:00.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span styl=""&gt;My Love (Part 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah! September comes, where my turn to crack opened my head to dig &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 119px; height: 176px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/11385-Man-With-A-Storm-In-His-Head-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;out something special for her on this particular year that are meaningful last year. No further explanation on what I meant bout&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_05.html"&gt; meaningful last year in September&lt;/a&gt; for those who didn't follow up the story. Anyway, you can always click on the highlighted words to recap what is it about as I hyperlink it for all of you as we can always stay in track with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the days which my cracked head come in use. I brought her to somewhere I promised her last time (bringing her to various places to try out every nice foods) in a surprise manner. I did tell her that we are not going somewhere nice, most probably just the food court around us. Unfortunately, when I reached outside of her house's gate and she came out with a fantastic outfit which astonished me. It almost made me burst out with laughter when I tell her that, "Where are you going with such a nice outfit? I thought I told you we are going to the nearby food court?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/32126-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Expressive-Yellow-Smiley-Face-Emoticon-With-One-Big-Eye-Stressed-Out-Or-Nervous.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;She really believes me that we are really going on a normal date as my acting is always terrific without any flaws. Of course she wanted to go back to change back to a more casual look but I insists of driving off like that. She felt awkward inside the car imagining herself going hawker center with such a decent outfits. However, she never thought I am just acting and I'm bringing her to somewhere she never thought she will be. I made myself like somehow going to a hawker center and it made her even more convince that I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along during the ride, she was hoping I was lying and I'm actually bringing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span styl=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 137px; height: 127px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/28736-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Smitten-Caucasian-Man-With-A-Love-Struck-Look-On-His-Face-Floating-And-Shot-Many-Times-With-Cupids-Heart-Arrows.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her to somewhere better than a food court. She shouldn't be giving up on hoping so fast as I'm actually just making a fool out of her. I slowly lead her to a&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-year-anniversary.html"&gt; Korean BBQ restaurant&lt;/a&gt; as I mentioned before in previous post. It never ends here, she made something special for me (but not meant for public), a own dedicated poetry to me. I appreciate it and never forget what you made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can just read again about the 1st year anniversary as I don't need to rewrite about it again. For those who read before, maybe you can just recall or read again what happened as you might want to feel the atmosphere again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret I brought her to such a place (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; it cost me quite a lot) but really worth it. The service and the quality of the foods really makes you more appetite as you continue eating again and again until you are bloated with it. We had a great time that day and might be able to pay a visit to that shop again if we feel like eating Korean cuisine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, ups and downs often occurs in every relationships. Ours are not excluded from it. &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 120px; height: 99px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/thumbnails/29252-Royalty-Free-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Red-Love-Heart-Bandaged-To-Heal-The-Pain-Of-Love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Although we had such a great time during our 1st anniversary (although is the second time we celebrated it) we still found some thorns in between which made us argue and debate all along. Some how, we manage to calm and just forget about the past mistakes so we can have a better time in our relationship. Forgiving and letting go is really an important attitude in having a smooth relationship. Advices for all of the couples, you might not believe it but do tolerate as much as you can as it will improve your relationship. It makes you appreciate your partner more as the time pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm glad that we are able to tolerate each other in certain matters during our relationship breakdown. I will try to improve myself in certain areas so that I'm able to make you even more happy and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/28738-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Sweet-Little-Red-Haired-Caucasian-Boy-Holding-An-I-Love-You-Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/mon-amour.html&lt;br /&gt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-3469723158530028582?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3469723158530028582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3469723158530028582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3469723158530028582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3469723158530028582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mon-amour_01.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-1845213083273368803</id><published>2009-05-01T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:54:21.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/258/img0100kzl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 264px; height: 196px;" src="http://img9.imageshack.us/img9/258/img0100kzl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; What is that? Remember I mentioned bout 1st annniversary which she is in charged of? Yes, this is what she made for me! A love notes with two different colours bringing two different meaning. She wrote down every significant event down on the notes according to the sequence. Don't need to find out what is written cause I kept those important one inside the container. Only those which can be seen public are taken out as sample for the photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July have ended peacefully. No examination on, no tight class timetables, dating as usual except that she is having her night shift of piano learning classes, her own piano class&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 125px; height: 94px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/21995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; lesson on Saturdays, photo session every Thursday by her own course (CIMP), dancing lesson organized by her course too, etc. I do mind that she having a lot of co-curriculum making herself so busy and fully occupied her time in college. I told her that she will be tired and restless because I went through it before last time in high school but she never did that before. Therefore she don't trust me and try it for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 by 1 co-curriculum canceled by her because of her tight timetables that are coming pounding on her. Firstly is her Ken do training, increase in absentees in her CIMP dance&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-year-anniversary.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/5676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; club, dancing lesson, etc but she still holding some of her activities in hand. Although she don't have much time spending with me, but I still glad and appreciate the time with her. Although only weekends we are able to date peacefully without rushing, even though her piano lesson is on Saturday until 2pm, Church on Sunday ends by 12pm, I still appreciates it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we had 2 celebrations happened on the previous month (June), it will not stop us from celebrating for more! Here comes the National Day, pause! We didn't celebrate that together did we? Oh yes, we had a Form5 reunion party instead of National Day BBQ party. We had a great time on that day. Well of course not a lot of our ex classmates know that we are still together and they are even some who don't know that we got together, they got a shock for it as slowly updating themselves that we are still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is coming up! What is so special in September? Right, another anniversary is coming. What? I thought we just celebrated back in June. Well, that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;anniversary. Here comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First &lt;/span&gt;year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second &lt;/span&gt;anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mon-amour_01.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-1845213083273368803?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1845213083273368803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=1845213083273368803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1845213083273368803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1845213083273368803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7545386512642494365</id><published>2009-05-01T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:39:20.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3months of leaving my blog hidden in the thick dust and slow &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 166px; height: 205px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/30280-Clipart-Illustration-Of-Two-Yellow-Women-Maids-Or-Janitors-Wearing-Gloves-And-Carrying-A-Feather-Duster-And-Mop-Bucket-Standing-Shoulder-To-Shoulder.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;updates, is time for me to clear up the dust and start touching it up again! I have decided to try blogging once again although I don't really like to write out words by words as it is hard for me to describe the events that took place in words as I'm not really good in essays nor English. Although picture speaks a thousand words, I could just take picture and elaborate bout it, picture don't explain my feelings for that time. However, I will try my best to picture out the emotions and feelings to you as you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back for old readers and welcome to new readers! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; width: 111px; height: 156px;" src="http://images.clipartof.com/small/30261-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Pink-Bubble-Gum-Machine-Dispensing-Little-Red-Hearts-Symbolizing-Renewing-Passion-In-A-Relationship.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm sorry. I know that I owed you a lot of historical craving I promised you. Here I am now continue writing for you as you notice it or not. I wouldn't tell you that I'm writing back nor tell you the reason why, but I hope you appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7545386512642494365?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7545386512642494365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7545386512642494365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7545386512642494365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7545386512642494365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7340339198636202811</id><published>2009-02-10T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:37:12.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Computer Services</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer Selling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As advertised, I am helping you guys to get your dream computer / laptop with a lower price (distributor price) + some service charge yet giving you a better service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Service as mentioned&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3years local warranty for any hardware/software failure&lt;br /&gt;Free delivery (limited sending and pickup point)&lt;br /&gt;Full window (cracked) installation with ready use antivirus&lt;br /&gt;Any service for hardware/software is FOC if no parts exchange involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Software included when you purchase the computer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window up to your choice (Xp Ver.3 / Vista)&lt;br /&gt;Adobe imageready, illustrator, reader and bridge&lt;br /&gt;Symantec Antivirus&lt;br /&gt;Window Defender&lt;br /&gt;Window Media Player 10 with full codec installation (validated)&lt;br /&gt;Nero 7 essentials&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Office 2003 (upgradable to original Microsoft Office 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I sell?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom built CPU&lt;br /&gt;Any available hardware such as RAM, Disc Drive, Keyboard mouse, etc&lt;br /&gt;Monitor&lt;br /&gt;Limited Laptops list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recommended Custom Built CPU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/in/consumer/detail/detail.do?group=informationtechnology&amp;amp;type=monitors&amp;amp;subtype=tftlcdmonitors&amp;amp;model_cd=LS17PENSF/XTP"&gt;Samsung 732NW 17" wide&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.samsung.com/ae/consumer/detail/features.do?group=computersperipherals&amp;amp;type=monitors&amp;amp;subtype=lcdmonitor&amp;amp;model_cd=LS19CMYKF/ZA"&gt;Samsung 933SN 19" wide monitor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lagoom.com/Intel_Pentium_Dual-Core_E5200_2/BX80571E5200/partinfo-id-583735.html"&gt;Intel Pentium Dual Core E5200 2.5GHz 1MB Cache 800FSB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gigabyte.com.tw/Products/Motherboard/Products_Spec.aspx?ProductID=2889"&gt;Gigabyte G31M-ES2L&lt;/a&gt; mainboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corsairmicro.com/products/xms2/default.aspx"&gt;1GB Corsair DDRII CM2X1024-6400&lt;/a&gt;  x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wdc.com/en/products/products.asp?DriveID=301"&gt;500GB 16MB Cache WD5000AAKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lagoom.com/images/584926_h/huge.jpg"&gt;Samsung DVD-RW (PATA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATX Casing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usbgear.com/USB-Speakers.html"&gt;Speaker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lioncom.com.au/shop/products_pictures/desktop500.jpg"&gt;Microsoft Desktop Wired 500&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : RM1700 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; (price can be negotiate if some changes is make)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got 3 similar CPU so far. I am using 1 of them as well. I found it good for home usage or business usage. If it's bought for high gaming performance, it maybe be lack a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, you can leave your message or email in the chatbox and I will contact you. If you have my number, you can just simply text me a short message and I will get back to you ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7340339198636202811?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7340339198636202811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7340339198636202811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7340339198636202811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7340339198636202811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/computer-services.html' title='Computer Services'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2113311768916709980</id><published>2009-01-06T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:55:15.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Making of Malaysia's Passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2th January 2009, the second day of a new year, I went to Subang Jaya's branch of Jabatan Imigrasi to make my very 1st passport. Not that I don't have a expired passport to renew, is just that I had a combined passport with my mother last time when I was young. I woke up very early on that particular day, 6 30am. Just to rush there to be an early bird to subcribe for my passport. My mother prepared everything we need, photostated IC, Sijil Kelahiran, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there around 7 30am, line up. Having the 1st time experience in how to get myself a passport. Knowing nothing on what to do 1st. My dad went to the 1st counter to get a form, paid RM1 for every form he gets. He bought 5forms for 4 of us, Dad, Mom, me and my younger brother. 1 extra in case. When we almost reaching the counter of applying our passport, someone from behind told us that we need passport photos and different style of photostated IC! Oh shoot, the most important thing that my mom never prepared, a passport photo! But no fear, there is an instant photo shooting there and a photostat machine there. They require a photostated back and front IC on the same page and a passport photo size with a light blue background. Basically, whatever my mom prepared for that day cannot be use at all except for the photostated Certificate of Birth. After everything is done, we have our line back all over again. Back from the scratch, which take us around 20minutes plus to reach at the confirmation counter ( check on required items to apply for a Malaysia's passport ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWI7F0fNFxI/AAAAAAAAATk/aUI7Kp77khw/s1600-h/DSC00992.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWI7F0fNFxI/AAAAAAAAATk/aUI7Kp77khw/s320/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853883661293330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After double check the required items we had, we got a number ticket from him and sit down waiting for our turn to be called. After having our things handed to the officer, payments of RM300 each are to be paid to the payment counter. 2hours needed before our passport to be issued. Worse of all, it is a Friday which my parents never thought about! Malay's prayer day, worried that the counter might be close from 12 30 - 2 00. Luckily the officer told us that the counter will not be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our brand new passport around 1pm. Imagine having ourselves there by 7 30am and got our passport by 1pm. Total of 5hours and 30minutes wasted there just to have a 5years limited passport.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWI7FXznccI/AAAAAAAAATc/cLeF07Ripvk/s1600-h/DSC00993.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWI7FXznccI/AAAAAAAAATc/cLeF07Ripvk/s320/DSC00993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853875962278338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2113311768916709980?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2113311768916709980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2113311768916709980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2113311768916709980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2113311768916709980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/passport.html' title='Passport'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWI7F0fNFxI/AAAAAAAAATk/aUI7Kp77khw/s72-c/DSC00992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3254177944990164135</id><published>2009-01-05T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:37:08.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Primary Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sekolah Kebangsaan Puchong Jaya's Gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10points for a well done gathering organize by Weng Sern and Ann Sha. Both of them did a great job in making this a success. Well, of course the participated people do help in making this a success. Although this happened quite a long ago, even before Christmas exactly on 21st of December if I'm not mistaken. I forgot to update bout this just because I forgot. I was busy throughout the whole December. Hardly able to sit at home enjoy surfing the net. Few reasons like going out or internet "CMI" (Cannot Make It!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just have to say that this is a good gathering which the people really have a fun time there meeting those which lost contact for years and having to see your primary friends improve in themselves whether in physically or mentally. I get to see some of them who changed but there are also few of them who never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a big number of people who participated, Wilson, Seng Mun, Kok Loong, Wai Lun, Jo Wai, Wen Thean, Kesavan, Jagdeep, Lang Wey, Yuen Chong, Zidane (senior), Gideon, Darren, Meng Yong, Joanna, Maryann, Vicky, Sharon, Marissa, Hui Lin, Sheh Ping, and lastly for the two organizer, Weng Sern and Ann Sha. I might leave out 1 or 2 because I can't really remember their name due to not being in the same class with them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just have to say thanks very much for everyone who attended the gathering. Hope to see you all again. May God bless all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDzmBQ95DI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pj4JngIep-8/s1600-h/n731030509_5231357_9027.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDzmBQ95DI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pj4JngIep-8/s320/n731030509_5231357_9027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287493797033141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDznKo9uII/AAAAAAAAATM/oJutcRwie_Y/s1600-h/n731030509_5231358_9362.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDznKo9uII/AAAAAAAAATM/oJutcRwie_Y/s320/n731030509_5231358_9362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287493816729581698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDznNFez5I/AAAAAAAAATU/3AwDUT90wa0/s1600-h/n731030509_5231359_9792.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDznNFez5I/AAAAAAAAATU/3AwDUT90wa0/s320/n731030509_5231359_9792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287493817386061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3254177944990164135?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3254177944990164135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3254177944990164135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3254177944990164135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3254177944990164135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/primary-gathering.html' title='Primary Gathering'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SWDzmBQ95DI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pj4JngIep-8/s72-c/n731030509_5231357_9027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4539157973035992449</id><published>2009-01-04T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:06:25.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>2009 Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! 2009 has come. New year, new aim, new direction, etc for everyone out there. I believe most of you won't be missing out to countdown with your dearest, friends, families and who ever who spending time with you counting every seconds towards the year 2009. Well, I did with a group of my friends and never miss out, my dearest one, Joanna. The plan was decided on the 31st morning, which is very early. I suppose it's still dawn, around 1am, having a tea and supper with friends outside while planning what should we do towards the ending of year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out with a plan at last after few hours of discussion, actually not really few hours. We went for few rounds in a nearby cyber cafe. We decided to go The Curve to join the crowds to count down. We head down to Damansara around 4pm, park the cars in 1Utama's open parking. Went into 1Utama to catch for a movie before heading to The Curve for count down. Unfortunately, most of the movies we wanna watch is full and left us with no other choice, The Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the worst movie I ever had for my last moment in year 2008. Never ever watch that even the cinema left you with no other choice. Is the worst decision we had made. After the movie, we went down to Yoshinoya for a Japanese fast food dinner. The food wasn't really nice to me because I don't really eat Japanese cuisine. After that, we spend our time walking around outside 1Utama because they are having a concert for the upcoming year 2009. Sponsored by Digi and fm988. Few local artist and Hong Kong artist performed such as Suki, 988's DJ and most famous of all, Justin from Hong Kong. But we wasn't really attracted to them and stick to our plan. We walk towards The Curve. The traffic was really really bad, and we're dissapointed as well. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n45u8WnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3ArIhC5DwMo/s1600-h/DSC00969.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n45u8WnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3ArIhC5DwMo/s320/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129083568478834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n5BiwrHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4DV1SbYph_8/s1600-h/DSC00970.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n5BiwrHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4DV1SbYph_8/s320/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129085664865394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curve filled with mostly Malays, not I discriminate Malays or what, is just that they spraying the foam around to anyone nearby them. It wasn't really pleasant to me seeing the crowds doing something like that. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oTsOnjII/AAAAAAAAAS8/zZnHJDG1etQ/s1600-h/DSC00973.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oTsOnjII/AAAAAAAAAS8/zZnHJDG1etQ/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129543799704706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6hhpSmI/AAAAAAAAASU/xu5YsTB-0z0/s1600-h/DSC00971.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6hhpSmI/AAAAAAAAASU/xu5YsTB-0z0/s320/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129111429991010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not everyone like to be sprayed. I even saw my coursemate there, Dinisha with his boyfriend and Kelly with his friends who walking towards The Curve as well when I'm leaving The Curve heading back to 1Utama. We decided to spend our last minutes in 1Utama instead of The Curve. Furthermore, 1Utama is filled with mostly Chinese because they are having chinese concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down moments arrived, the crowds are very charged up and looking forward to year 2009. 3, 2, 1 and there goes wonderful fireworks and songs by the DJ. Worth 10minutes of fireworks and Justin's 4straight singing non-stop's song. Is a good choice that we decided to change our plan and head back to 1Utama. My year2008 ends with wonderful and unforgetable moment. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oSJfUamI/AAAAAAAAASc/ASYy1fHINmo/s1600-h/DSC00980.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oSJfUamI/AAAAAAAAASc/ASYy1fHINmo/s320/DSC00980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129517294643810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oTE9iQzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zr1vIN-bHWA/s1600-h/DSC00979.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oTE9iQzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zr1vIN-bHWA/s320/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129533259072306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6TBG-kI/AAAAAAAAASM/eQZhD7XjpmM/s1600-h/DSC00978.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6TBG-kI/AAAAAAAAASM/eQZhD7XjpmM/s320/DSC00978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129107535428162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6PYxtiI/AAAAAAAAASE/QToy7Z_kaGo/s1600-h/DSC00977.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n6PYxtiI/AAAAAAAAASE/QToy7Z_kaGo/s320/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129106560955938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Year 2009 folks! We are getting to older season 1 year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oS7enrBI/AAAAAAAAASs/vePqAqzIsI8/s1600-h/DSC00985.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oS7enrBI/AAAAAAAAASs/vePqAqzIsI8/s320/DSC00985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129530713484306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oSul-7NI/AAAAAAAAASk/MGOb55GAUmw/s1600-h/DSC00984.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-oSul-7NI/AAAAAAAAASk/MGOb55GAUmw/s320/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287129527254707410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-4539157973035992449?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4539157973035992449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4539157973035992449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4539157973035992449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4539157973035992449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-arrived.html' title='2009 Arrived'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SV-n45u8WnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3ArIhC5DwMo/s72-c/DSC00969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2188879765176016958</id><published>2008-12-30T12:32:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:17:13.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday is using it wisely. I suppose, going out day and night including mid night. Last Sunday, 28 December 2008, a group of us went for a cheap Genting trip. A budget trip for all of us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmuoAnQhwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rP8ZtNY9Grc/s1600-h/DSC00866.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmuoAnQhwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rP8ZtNY9Grc/s320/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285447640078649090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our morning with a breakfast nearby or house. After our morning breakfast, we head straight to 1Utama with 2 cars. The Genting express bus stand is situated just right behind 1Utama's building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmuoaQPG1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_CEGqbptZII/s1600-h/DSC00867.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmuoaQPG1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_CEGqbptZII/s320/DSC00867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285447646961408850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there around 9am, trying to buy a 9 30am ticket but it's full. No choice, we have to delay our trip to 10 30am. While waiting for our bus, we went into 1Utama for a short walk. The Christmas decoration is nice, so we decided to take some photos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsn3WEoCI/AAAAAAAAALk/z_ux9W7NrOE/s1600-h/DSC00855.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsn3WEoCI/AAAAAAAAALk/z_ux9W7NrOE/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445438567391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rachel, Max, Carin&lt;/span&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsoDbw0PI/AAAAAAAAALs/1wApyue8XEU/s1600-h/DSC00857.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsoDbw0PI/AAAAAAAAALs/1wApyue8XEU/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445441812484338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tze, Max&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsocveqOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjRvo3_Bm_o/s1600-h/DSC00858.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsocveqOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fjRvo3_Bm_o/s320/DSC00858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445448606066914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;HanWoei, Loon&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsoQQRmWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LgkDhsvmK9o/s1600-h/DSC00859.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsoQQRmWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/LgkDhsvmK9o/s320/DSC00859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445445253962082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Max, me, Loon&lt;/span&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsovBrmYI/AAAAAAAAAME/I9IYy6-29F4/s1600-h/DSC00861.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmsovBrmYI/AAAAAAAAAME/I9IYy6-29F4/s320/DSC00861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285445453514250626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yau, Tze, Vin, Loon, HanWoei&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaQLXtFnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/13R79dhhI-I/s1600-h/1_822778588l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaQLXtFnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/13R79dhhI-I/s320/1_822778588l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285495609160963698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group photo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some walk and pictures taken, we head out from 1Utama back to the bus stand and redeem our ticket for the day. We only paid RM42 for our 2-way bus ride, 2-way cable car ride, All-park entree or buffet dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmvKlIGCII/AAAAAAAAAMc/GMy08ojO_rc/s1600-h/DSC00869.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmvKlIGCII/AAAAAAAAAMc/GMy08ojO_rc/s320/DSC00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448233995602050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our ticket ready, we patiently waiting for our bus to arrive. The bus depart right on time after everyone for on the bus. Safe trip, the bus never go faster than 100kmph.&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwdP1B36I/AAAAAAAAAMk/wVVaOMPbAns/s1600-h/DSC00864.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwdP1B36I/AAAAAAAAAMk/wVVaOMPbAns/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449654207635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bus we are taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwdeKnI8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/nOkcYS49eHA/s1600-h/DSC00882.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwdeKnI8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/nOkcYS49eHA/s320/DSC00882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449658056254402" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnt5JXjNmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P7UQd4r9u9w/s1600-h/DSC00880.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnt5JXjNmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/P7UQd4r9u9w/s320/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285517203719009890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Waiting for the driver?&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwd24JtTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GEf6QhZ0ZSE/s1600-h/DSC00884.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmwd24JtTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GEf6QhZ0ZSE/s320/DSC00884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449664689714482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Passengers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The bus takes around 45minute to reach Genting skyway. We quickly go down and rush into the skyway. We saw a long queue for the cable car counter. Lots of taxi driver there promoting themselves. "Come come, taxi taxi. No need waste 3hours for cable car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wbnRu1I/AAAAAAAAANE/ulIYylwsTG0/s1600-h/DSC00889.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wbnRu1I/AAAAAAAAANE/ulIYylwsTG0/s320/DSC00889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454381835205458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wgvnTWI/AAAAAAAAANM/J_UT9Kt7bLw/s1600-h/DSC00893.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wgvnTWI/AAAAAAAAANM/J_UT9Kt7bLw/s320/DSC00893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454383212350818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0w9k-laI/AAAAAAAAANU/EHNLCIvcOFs/s1600-h/DSC00892.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0w9k-laI/AAAAAAAAANU/EHNLCIvcOFs/s320/DSC00892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454390952367522" 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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wwu95jI/AAAAAAAAANc/d3TC-Ga8W-4/s1600-h/DSC00894.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVm0wwu95jI/AAAAAAAAANc/d3TC-Ga8W-4/s320/DSC00894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454387504604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total number of people going up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We able to sit into the cable car around 45minutes of queue. Is a long line but we manage to occupied our time by chit chatting. The ride took around 15minutes before we reach to the top of the highland. We took some pictures inside the cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVW_iVrmI/AAAAAAAAANk/BHOTt0FJPww/s1600-h/DSC00896.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVW_iVrmI/AAAAAAAAANk/BHOTt0FJPww/s320/DSC00896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490228685287010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gondola depart!&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXByaAeI/AAAAAAAAANs/S0sVammvCy8/s1600-h/DSC00905.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXByaAeI/AAAAAAAAANs/S0sVammvCy8/s320/DSC00905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490229289550306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Halfway through&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXAjaaqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A5YfWr9mgjw/s1600-h/DSC00899.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXAjaaqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/A5YfWr9mgjw/s320/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490228958227106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thick Mists&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXfwjsuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eO_UYyK26Q0/s1600-h/DSC00900.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXfwjsuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eO_UYyK26Q0/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490237334860514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXkiMq6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/lSi0z5dM6iU/s1600-h/DSC00904.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnVXkiMq6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/lSi0z5dM6iU/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285490238616808354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Reaching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ever step back into Genting after 7years. My last trip is with my family and relatives, but that is just only indoor because too many children and only a few adults. I appreciate a lot on this successful trip because I wanting to step my foot into Genting for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaP2M9elI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yE0AHyMV488/s1600-h/1_397888732l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaP2M9elI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yE0AHyMV488/s320/1_397888732l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285495603478755922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big word&lt;/span&gt; photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaQgYWDeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RQ0swmlp0us/s1600-h/1_887380461l.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnaQgYWDeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RQ0swmlp0us/s320/1_887380461l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285495614800793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping picture by someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only managed to play 3 rides outdoor due to holiday season and it's on Sunday. Too many people queue for everything. Average waiting time is around 30minutes. We missed out Space Shuttle/Solero Shot. The queue freaks people out, through our Math's geniuses calculation and it will take us around 1hour to play that ride for 1minute. Here goes the rides we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbGs-X9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/If7hmyfhpEM/s1600-h/DSC00911.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbGs-X9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/If7hmyfhpEM/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285497995909816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st - Forgot the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbS5POdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lCJ9SFNulKg/s1600-h/DSC00915.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbS5POdI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lCJ9SFNulKg/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285497999182477778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;2nd - Pirate ship&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbYCXsGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k_POZyj0VKY/s1600-h/DSC00916.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbYCXsGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/k_POZyj0VKY/s320/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498000562958434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;3rd - Corkscrew ( Best of all the rides!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnd87e5pFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_wOxozBRS3A/s1600-h/1_501537643l.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnd87e5pFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_wOxozBRS3A/s320/1_501537643l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285499676525175890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the ride starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbtX992I/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3cYLonjJMk/s1600-h/DSC00920.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbtX992I/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3cYLonjJMk/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498006290691938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Twisting around is great! ( 360 degree )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbx9i4tI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kb-Xe3_0l4M/s1600-h/DSC00921.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVncbx9i4tI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kb-Xe3_0l4M/s320/DSC00921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285498007522042578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th? Nope, we skipped this after we saw the "speed" of the car. Run also faster the driving it. Worse of all, the slogan of this ride; "Feel the speed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we walked around for a game and some window shopping including buying an RM4 ice cream. Then we headed to indoor for our lunch in McD. The prices' of the foods is like sucking our blood! Normal price for Mcvalue McChicken outside is only RM8++ but I bought my McChicken meal which cost me Rm13++. I just lost a bag of blood to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we only able to catch a ride indoor. A normal ride of roller coaster. After the roller coaster, we went back to 1st World plaza to catch an arcade game. After the arcade, pose for some pictures outside the hotel then start heading to skyway for our return to the bottom of the highland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhRofN0CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZG7VMxQRa-o/s1600-h/DSC00926.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhRofN0CI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ZG7VMxQRa-o/s320/DSC00926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285503330738360354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th ride on the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhRurzR1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yr8nF7BMqaw/s1600-h/1_752676097l.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhRurzR1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Yr8nF7BMqaw/s320/1_752676097l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285503332401760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Failed!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhSMG0cXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/c5LaQKLHasA/s1600-h/DSC00930.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhSMG0cXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/c5LaQKLHasA/s320/DSC00930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285503340299710834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Success?&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhSczuheI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gqmIfoxXUOY/s1600-h/DSC00944.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnhSczuheI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gqmIfoxXUOY/s320/DSC00944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285503344783033826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Long queue, we managed to get into the gondola after 50minutes of line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a return ticket for bus at 7 30. We reached the bus stand at 7 38, the bus averagely leave around 7 36. We late for 2minutes and there go our bus. Unfortunately, all the bus tickets sold out and we are stuck. A lot of illegal driver try to drives us down to 1Utama with nonsense price. RM200 for 2 cars. Madness?! We try to ask price to Gombak and it's not very reasonable too. Rm100 for 2 cars. So we try to bribe the 8 30 bus. We paid Rm70 to the bus driver so he will let us sit in until 1Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjlT8FdUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xRhBpiTZDws/s1600-h/DSC00947.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjlT8FdUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xRhBpiTZDws/s320/DSC00947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285505867842942274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raining heavily and the cable car stop moving for few times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjlXkzUBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lLTIwnkX8Fo/s1600-h/DSC00948.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjlXkzUBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lLTIwnkX8Fo/s320/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285505868819025938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dangerous and worried bout our bus that we already missed&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjl0XBE8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7K5UFkG4L3s/s1600-h/DSC00954.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVnjl0XBE8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/7K5UFkG4L3s/s320/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285505876545835970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 30's bus; our saviour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached 1Utama around 9 30 and everyone is very tired. Total cash I spent during the trip is around RM80 including foods and beverages.&lt;br /&gt;More photos will be uploaded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/6642/dsc06822np4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 297px;" src="http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/6642/dsc06822np4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjY44hWhI/AAAAAAAAARE/fromIQIIg1A/s1600-h/DSC06867.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjY44hWhI/AAAAAAAAARE/fromIQIIg1A/s320/DSC06867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285646391910160914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Action figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjYv6O08I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/weBlWphyU-A/s1600-h/DSC06819.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjYv6O08I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/weBlWphyU-A/s320/DSC06819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285646389501416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Loon, Vin, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjYg-O8lI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x1NxPB_8USU/s1600-h/DSC06856.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpjYg-O8lI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/x1NxPB_8USU/s320/DSC06856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285646385491669586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkNkstV5I/AAAAAAAAARU/kuHFHFRs82o/s1600-h/DSC06858.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkNkstV5I/AAAAAAAAARU/kuHFHFRs82o/s320/DSC06858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647297024972690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkNtG_XXI/AAAAAAAAARM/WFuuR-uavrQ/s1600-h/DSC06802.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkNtG_XXI/AAAAAAAAARM/WFuuR-uavrQ/s320/DSC06802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647299282689394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Group photo again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkOnGbN1I/AAAAAAAAARs/2c6SNIj0WuU/s1600-h/DSC06864.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVpkOnGbN1I/AAAAAAAAARs/2c6SNIj0WuU/s320/DSC06864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647314849576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2188879765176016958?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2188879765176016958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2188879765176016958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2188879765176016958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2188879765176016958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/genting-trip.html' title='Genting Trip'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SVmuoAnQhwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rP8ZtNY9Grc/s72-c/DSC00866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5386236589495970860</id><published>2008-12-19T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:13:33.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sexy dolphin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dolphin or intimacy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the image 6 seconds from now! Then scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SUs7Ml42aII/AAAAAAAAALc/-BYBblFWP-g/s1600-h/sexydolphin.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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SUs7Ml42aII/AAAAAAAAALc/-BYBblFWP-g/s320/sexydolphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281380075537066114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Intimation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is 100% corrupted and you may need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dolphin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you? You are too young to detect the intimation's image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interestingly, research has shown that young children cannot identify the intimate couple because they do not have prior memory associated with such a scenario.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What they WILL see, however, is the nine dolphins in the picture! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5386236589495970860?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5386236589495970860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5386236589495970860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5386236589495970860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5386236589495970860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexy-dolphin.html' title='Sexy dolphin'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SUs7Ml42aII/AAAAAAAAALc/-BYBblFWP-g/s72-c/sexydolphin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7674343200187847206</id><published>2008-12-18T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:47:37.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Molest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Train from young?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/4492/cutecuddle06tx6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/4492/cutecuddle06tx6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What in the world is happening?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/4716/cutecuddle04fv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 596px;" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/4716/cutecuddle04fv2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Come on! Get up!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/5319/cutecuddle05xe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/5319/cutecuddle05xe1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't fight it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/7646/cutecuddle01qq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/7646/cutecuddle01qq8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I warned you, you better don't simply move"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/7513/cutecuddle02fv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/7513/cutecuddle02fv9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Let me feel how firm is your chest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1251/cutecuddle03jp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1251/cutecuddle03jp6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Kissies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7674343200187847206?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7674343200187847206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7674343200187847206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7674343200187847206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7674343200187847206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/molest.html' title='Molest'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3236984715158872442</id><published>2008-12-16T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:34:10.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh? Malay rules?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luckily, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver altered his direction last minute. He return his consciousness and turn away the steering. Or he is just as panic as before and crush himself away from the motor? We wouldn't know what he is thinking because people who do something wrong wouldn't admit that he is wrong. What is coming next? Pedestrian as usual, busy body looking on what is happening but will not make an emergency call to the police. The lorry driver took the initiative to call instead of coming &lt;img style="float: right;" 0pt="" 10px="" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16238.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;down and mourning for his crushed lorry. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver still having his panicking moment while my dad is trying to gain his consciousness from the accident. Trying hard to move his motorcycle away from his body and stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tow car came and towed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; away. Is another Malay again! The lorry driver explained what he saw to my dad convincing that my dad is the victim. Friendly and helpful? Not long after the accident, the policemen came and get all of them to the police station for statements and reports. 1 by 1 went into the discussion room and give their statements to the police in charge. Results came up and both my dad and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver having clashing statements. My dad just tell what ever happens while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver who gave a fake statement. He stated that my dad is a furious motorcyclist running left and right cutting the traffics and bang into his car. He banged into his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; causing chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman brought both of them to where the accident took place. Without hesitation, the policeman told the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; driver, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;langar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;awak&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lurus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;awak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;langgar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lori&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; la. Confirm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt;." The right is in my dad's hand? Or police still be police? Why do I say so; police still police. Well, you will understand more as I go on. They went back to the police station for further case study. Another discussion took place. Everyone who involved is required to go in once again. Alone with the policeman. Even the lorry driver was asked to be the eye witness. Did he tell the policeman like how he convinced my dad? Before he went into the room, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver told the lorry driver, "Malay still help Malay. Don't talk too much!" There goes the lorry driver into the room and came out with his statement; stated that he saw nothing much. Just a sudden incident occurred. My dad lost his only witness just like that. Because of different race?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; width: 111px; height: 178px;" 0pt="" 10px="" src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/2526/antirasuahyv2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Myvi's&lt;/span&gt; driver go into the room to further discussion. What happened inside? We wouldn't know. Private and confidential. My dad supposed to be the last one to go in the room and discussed since the accident is so obvious. What happened? "Bang, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt;. Lu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;langar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;apa&lt;/span&gt;?" said the police to my dad. My dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;astonished&lt;/span&gt;! What they do inside the discussion room with the Myvi's driver? Bribe instead of discuss? Or otherwise? From a determined discussion become different outcome? Racism or money is everything? Well, I think both. That's what happening in Malaysia. Sad case, building region but still backward in these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even how far the country improves, how high technology it is but loses in these still makes a country being humiliated. What are policemen for if it is just for this purpose? Helping bribers is one of policemen's scope? With the troubles my dad went through, the policeman even pressured him by so called advising him that if this case can't be solved, bring it to court.&lt;br /&gt;Court in Malaysia - wasting time, wasting leaves, wasting petrol, wasting toll money, etc. Therefore, my dad took the blame and paid the summon. Wasted his 4hours in police station listen to nonsense and RM300 for the summon.&lt;a onblur=""&gt;&lt;img style="float: right;" 0pt="" 10px="" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/5856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair? Black and white does exist in every corner in Malaysia. Even an obvious accident also it can be applied. My dad went back home by taxi with a depressed and disappointed heart. How can't it be disappointed? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bersatu padu&lt;/span&gt;? Because of bribe, there goes the pride of the policemen. Do you saw "Kami Tidak Makan Rasuah / AntiRasuah" posters and stickers? Illustration purposes only. Is just wasting tax payer's money, a waste of resources. What if death occured? How if my dad passed away just because of reckless driver who bribe to escape from troubles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clean record motorcylist being framed just because other people willing to pay. That's what people call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under table&lt;/span&gt;. Me as a son who don't know what is going on at the moment was so worried of my dad. He don't usually bring phone to work, troublesome for him. We unable to contact him, he used public phone to inform us about the accident. I can't stand waiting at home until he calls again. So i took initiative to look for my dad around his factory. Although I failed to look out for him because I went wrong police station, but I learnt some lessons from the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment, but no offence to  Malay readers outside. There may be Malays who doesn't like who I described. If the lorry driver is not Malay, my dad may not be framed. This is racism, help own race. Although he did speak no lie, but he may helped a right guy instead of the wrong guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3236984715158872442?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3236984715158872442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3236984715158872442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3236984715158872442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3236984715158872442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/malaysia-boleh-malay-rules_16.html' title='Malaysia Boleh? Malay rules?'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-22831055876330475</id><published>2008-12-15T15:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:42:00.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh? Malay rules?</title><content type='html'>Racism -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is the belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sure that you all know what is racism and racist. And yes, I'm becoming racist today! I really can't stand the culture in Malaysia. I do wish to quickly graduate in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACCA&lt;/span&gt; and get my 3 years experience then quickly get my ass out of Malaysia. Even though is hard for me to leave Malaysia, but the main reason I'm leaving here is not because I love my country ( ex-National service trainee but not loving own country ). Is because of my parents and friends I have here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what makes me change into a racist today, not today but since last few days.&lt;br /&gt;It started with a story of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A young boy with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unlucky father's day&lt;/span&gt;. The story goes by with...&lt;br /&gt;1 fine evening, a sunny bright day. Around 7pm in the evening, a father of that young boy is going back from a long day of work riding his own motorcycle. He is careful and delicate rider, never had a report in police station before which proves him a good rider. He don't speed, going left and right during heavy traffics, race with other motorcycles, etc. As usual, he is going back with his familiar way back to the house in the mind of fetching his wife to work. His wife is waiting patiently at home for her husband's return from work in order to fetch her. Meanwhile, his young son is currently working and has not be coming back home for a day because of the job's requirement. He has to stay in the hotel since his company is having the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/07/article-1042669-0232E4AB00000578-390_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 167px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/08/07/article-1042669-0232E4AB00000578-390_468x286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; event held in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is riding back as usual using the same old road. Under a heavy traffics, motorcyclist having no trouble to stuck themselves inside the jam but he ain't not cyclist that cutting left and right in high speed. He just ride himself straight and steadily. He don't really like to ride in the middle of the road because he scare of the traffics. However, he never thought that even with this extra care, he will avoid himself from involved in accidents. Life will still never under control by us humans. Our lives belongs to God and we never able to change the fact. Things unexpected happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bang!" "What happened?! Why my bike cannot be control? What just bang into me?" a quick storming into the father's mind. "Screech......!" A automated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; banged into the bike and it was being dragged on the road by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; and went to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stomp.com.sg/images/0801_gallery_lorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.stomp.com.sg/images/0801_gallery_lorry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the opposite of the road. Opposite traffic! The nervous and tension &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; driver unable to control his nerve making him stepping the gear paddle instead of brake. Leading the situation even worse. The driver is dragging the father of the boy under his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; until opposite of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the traffic light is red in the opposite site, therefore the traffic is patiently waiting for it to turn green instead of driving straight without looking what may be coming for the other side of the road. The unfortunate father was crushed onto the lorry's tyre on the opposite of the road. Will the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; continue stepping the pedal and dragging the father crushing the bike even more flat to the tyre causing a tragic accident? Having the father crushed like hammer stum&lt;a onblur=""&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; width: 127px; height: 111px;" 0="" 10px="" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:7-B3NZNqNBo-pM:http://www.rosensteinlaw.com/images/motorcycle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ping on the nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions wondering around the mind. Before that, I will revealed that the boy is actually me and that is my blood-related father who involved. So far, only my dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; driver, lorry driver involved and all Malays except for my dad. Malay, that is what I wanting to discuss about today. Why do I having negative thoughts about them? I will revealing what is going on next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lorry driver realized what is going on from the opposite of his side to under his lorry. He saw the whole accident happened. He tries to warned and stop the driver by waving his hand left and right indicating to ask him to break immediately before something ugly happens. Unfortunately, the panic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; driver still stepping his accelerator crushing the bike further towards the lorry's tyre! "BANG!" Another bang happens and guess what happened under a blink of the eye. The involved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Myvi&lt;/span&gt; got itself stuck at the side of lorry. Where is my unfortunate father? He is still under the tyre of the lorry and the tyre went puncture after the crush. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/malaysia-boleh-malay-rules_16.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps : Images above is illustration purposes only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-22831055876330475?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/22831055876330475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=22831055876330475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/22831055876330475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/22831055876330475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/malaysia-boleh-malay-rules.html' title='Malaysia Boleh? Malay rules?'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-321742478681492723</id><published>2008-12-12T13:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:38:04.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Back In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8741/41325685fj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 215px;" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/8741/41325685fj0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Return of Dummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am back in action for more action packed with drama blogging. I MIA (Missing In Action) for almost 2months, I wasn't in for blogging. I don't know why, but importantly, I'm back to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy reading it for Dummies For Life, Season 2 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : Season 1 and 2 have no different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-321742478681492723?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/321742478681492723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=321742478681492723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/321742478681492723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/321742478681492723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-am-back-in-action-for-more-action.html' title='Back In Action'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5249603357101605759</id><published>2008-12-12T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:30:46.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (Part 14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked 1 of my friend's help in helping me to get something mysterious. I set a date and then we went to a shopping mall to get what I planned to get. After a long day, at last I got what I wanted to get but I still lack of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/4491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something. I bought her an inner and a top. I lack of the bottom. I don't know her waist size exactly. I scare I bought a loose 1 or maybe a tight 1. So I gave up on getting any of the bottom wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that buying girl's clothes is even harder than answering questions in SPM. Having hard to decide what to take. In the end, I chose the top that I was looking with her in the other day. She like the top, she also intended to get 1 herself with her mom but I know she won't do it because she always so forgetful. I took decision on buying that for her instead of waiting for her to buy herself.  I should have just buy that shirt rather than walking around aimlessly in the shopping mall. Just learned that buying clothes for girls is not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily I got an expert accompanied me. Thanks so much for the help. I celebrated her birthday not as grand as last year due to my working time and lack of preparations. I just took her out for a date and give her the shirts I bought. Other than that, I even gave her&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/5813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something that worth even more than the shirts. I promised her that I will bring her to eat all sorts of different types of foods in Malaysia. For example Japan, French, Italian, etc. Her facial expression changed right after I said about foods ( I know food triggers her a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me mercifully with big eye somehow like begging for food but I didn't bring her anywhere fancy that night. Just something simple because I'm having something under my sleeve. I'm keeping some other surprises&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 84px; height: 70px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:jcUX5TmP-KJaDM:http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y203/syafi/onion_club_manga_emoticon_large_034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. On the following week, I dated her out again. Just a normal date to her but I already prepared something for her. We walk around Sunway Pyramid aimlessly ( that applies to her but not me, I know where I'm heading), and then we passed by Marrakesh section, where Shogun located. She actually don't that I'm leading her into the buffet restaurant. I holding her hand and walk towards the restaurant. "2 peoples please" I said to the waiter outside the entrance. She have a shock and walking blurry into the restaurant while having some flash back on some time before, she mentioned bout asking me to bring her there and there goes her dream come true. We sat down and she still looking at me with a confusing expression. She confused on what is happening whether it is true or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't enjoy food, I don't eat expansive food and worse of all, I don't eat raw (Japanese food). She never imagined that I will bring her to places like that. I calmed her down and go fulfill our stomach together. In the end, I just hugging the chocolate fountain because I really don't like raw food. The chocolate fountain is like an heaven to me, I love chocolate. End of the day, she got herself very full, stomach getting big, digesting all the raw foods inside her while I'm satisfied with the service and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I made her birthday simple, but the main reason in my plan is to make her feel something impossible may happened. Like somehow &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 86px; height: 73px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:-zJVTfdaevsi3M:http://www.burkholdersmarket.com/images/french_fries.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bring her to Japanese restaurant even though I don't like it. Next stop, Italian and French! Spaghetti and French Fries, this won't be hard. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mon-amour.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5249603357101605759?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5249603357101605759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5249603357101605759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5249603357101605759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5249603357101605759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-9158304532587977677</id><published>2008-11-16T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:21:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guessing Game</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you wish that this is Eng Yew posting, unfortunately, I am not. =( Let me introduce myself. I am a person. Human. I am very smart. As proof, I had just hacked into Eng Yew's blogspot account because he &lt;i&gt;die die&lt;/i&gt; also don't want to update. Apparently he has no "feel", whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for his "feel" to come back (I know it will, or I'll have to strap him down to the computer until he posts something.), let's play a guessing game! And this involves the author of this blog himself! Try to guess what is Eng Yew going to do for next month. It is something big (to me), a nice event... maybe you'll see him in formal suit (I'll make sure to snap a picture of that.). Put all your answers into any place that you can comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a hint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/PB161740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 261px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/PB161740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm, I wonder what these are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game commences... now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posted by, super-ultra-smart-and-extremely-beautiful-little-brat-who-grew-up-to-be-a-lovey-lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-9158304532587977677?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9158304532587977677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=9158304532587977677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/9158304532587977677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/9158304532587977677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/guessing-game.html' title='The Guessing Game'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2361720027317779511</id><published>2008-10-23T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:07:31.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Duckling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ducklings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4IEdypCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wORo3xtzxeo/s1600-h/ducklings01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4IEdypCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wORo3xtzxeo/s320/ducklings01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260195707313366050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4IwB13RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YQC_wpLW2bw/s1600-h/ducklings02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4IwB13RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YQC_wpLW2bw/s320/ducklings02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260195719007296786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4I6y9CgI/AAAAAAAAALA/DYTaemAeiQI/s1600-h/ducklings03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4I6y9CgI/AAAAAAAAALA/DYTaemAeiQI/s320/ducklings03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260195721897642498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2361720027317779511?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2361720027317779511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2361720027317779511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2361720027317779511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2361720027317779511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-duckling.html' title='Poor Duckling'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SP_4IEdypCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wORo3xtzxeo/s72-c/ducklings01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2795921417661529496</id><published>2008-10-22T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:52:20.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What is marriage all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below images will briefly shows you what marriage's life is all bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3442/manmarriage01xj7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3442/manmarriage01xj7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/4458/manmarriage02vt8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/4458/manmarriage02vt8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;After divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8869/manmarriage03wb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8869/manmarriage03wb0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Still wanna get married?&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/5685475058805887726-2795921417661529496?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2795921417661529496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2795921417661529496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2795921417661529496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2795921417661529496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3382246903362687814</id><published>2008-10-18T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:49:23.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Health Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was browsing the internet, I bumped into the Health Tips' site and learned some stuff bout it. I forgot the link and I lost it because my internet browser automatically clear history and cache everytime i log out. I managed to get this link, although it don't really help me, but its able to help female readers out there. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/tools/symptom/538.html"&gt;Menstrual Cycle Problems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/19313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3382246903362687814?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3382246903362687814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3382246903362687814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3382246903362687814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3382246903362687814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/health-tips.html' title='Health Tips'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6050392894200565305</id><published>2008-10-16T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:45:16.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by my Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sick of taggings. All the questions so hard to be answer and end up finding people to tag back. Can I just answer and don't have to find victims? I take it as a yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Been tagged by a Crab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Three names you go by :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Eng yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#MU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Three screen names you have had :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#UchihaZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#RyukUchihaZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#dummiesforlife.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you like about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things you DONT like about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Bad eye sight&lt;br /&gt;#Weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Purely only Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#No friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Neglected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Sleep&lt;br /&gt;#Screens&lt;br /&gt;#Out from my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Underpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Three of your favorite bands or musical arts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Not so into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the preferred sex that appeals to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Hair&lt;br /&gt;#Height&lt;br /&gt;#Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Facing screens&lt;br /&gt;#Outta my house&lt;br /&gt;#Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you wanna do really badly right now :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Sleep&lt;br /&gt;#Passing all my MOCK examination&lt;br /&gt;#Big rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Three careers you're considering / considered before :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Accountant&lt;br /&gt;#Hospitality&lt;br /&gt;#Event Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Never think of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;#Having a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Married&lt;br /&gt;#Successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not gonna tag anyone for this.&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/5685475058805887726-6050392894200565305?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6050392894200565305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6050392894200565305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6050392894200565305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6050392894200565305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-my-crab.html' title='Tagged by my Crab'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4777284583165761452</id><published>2008-10-15T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:29:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jwen</title><content type='html'>1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Eng Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Give me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes, scientifically proven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Passing all my exam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eternity as in love even in the twilight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect boyfriend like to you? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Caring, lovely, pay more attention, thinks bout you, put you as 1st priority, never give up, outgoing, romantic, never lies, forgive always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm noticeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love me for who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people you hate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nothing much, I'm partially conservative &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Legs above the ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hardworking-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's hotter?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chace&lt;/span&gt; Crawford or Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peake&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Class mate, female, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;specky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;, average height, friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The way I lead my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If time were to rewind, when will you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Must I go back to the past again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your fear(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Being neglected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Tag &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt; that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i tagged :&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Poh Nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-4777284583165761452?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4777284583165761452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4777284583165761452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4777284583165761452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4777284583165761452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-jwen.html' title='Tagged by Jwen'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3355885475797016856</id><published>2008-10-10T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:56:21.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Msia Identity Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future Card's usage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's me explain to you what your Malaysian's New Identity Card's usage in the future with image's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/9454/getattachment018yn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/9454/getattachment018yn9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/9229/getattachment020wq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/9229/getattachment020wq6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/4593/getattachment012of0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/4593/getattachment012of0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/6309/getattachment022kb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/6309/getattachment022kb0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/4135/getattachment004oo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/4135/getattachment004oo7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/2875/getattachment014vq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/2875/getattachment014vq4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/2328/getattachment023rq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/2328/getattachment023rq1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/8835/getattachment009mv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/8835/getattachment009mv6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/281/getattachment017tm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/281/getattachment017tm7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8250/getattachment007ix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8250/getattachment007ix1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/5154/getattachment002fk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img510.imageshack.us/img510/5154/getattachment002fk3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5606/getattachment003vs8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/5606/getattachment003vs8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/492/getattachment008cp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/492/getattachment008cp0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/2447/getattachment021yd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/2447/getattachment021yd7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3880/getattachment006az6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3880/getattachment006az6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/9811/getattachment016ff5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/9811/getattachment016ff5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8397/getattachmentzb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8397/getattachmentzb5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4351/getattachment010te5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/4351/getattachment010te5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/5450/getattachment019ub0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/5450/getattachment019ub0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9535/getattachment005po1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9535/getattachment005po1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/1954/getattachment013us6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/1954/getattachment013us6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8678/getattachment011on0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/8678/getattachment011on0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/2104/getattachment015sp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/2104/getattachment015sp1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be a good news for all of us who having that identity card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit : E-mail&lt;/span&gt;&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/5685475058805887726-3355885475797016856?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3355885475797016856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3355885475797016856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3355885475797016856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3355885475797016856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/msia-identity-card.html' title='Msia Identity Card'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5576825755587738274</id><published>2008-10-09T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:27:11.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Managing People and System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower as his wife is getting out, when the doorbell rings. She quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. She opens the door to Bob, the next door neighbour. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:HwJzgXGFh5ebkM:http://www.masternewmedia.org/images/make-money-roadsign_480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, she drops it and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves. Wrapping herself in the towel, as she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks: "Who was that?""It was Bob the next door neighbour" she replies."Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders (and Management team), in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. As she sat in the car, she could not help but reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" He removed his hand. But, changing gears, &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lSbV8B5u-LCnCM:http://www.bible.ca/bible.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest apologised "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak". Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way.On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk and their manager are walking to&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lEkdYydpWPj3uM:http://mypages.blackvoices.com/greatspirit/nss-folder/pictures/genie-lamp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie pops out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish"."Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world". Puff! She's gone."Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life". Puff! He's gone."OK, you're up", the Genie says to the manager.The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:xp2Ii7f87VIVuM:http://www.lostgarden.com/gfx/Tree-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?" The eagle answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lId9uMv0g9-gFM:http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm36/olaroks/no_bullshit_single.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;" sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients."The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally, after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike wanted to have sex with a girl in his office but she belonged to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Mike got so frustrated that he went up to her and said, "I'll give you $100 if you let me have you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl said "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike said, "I'll be fast, I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down and I'll be finished by the time you pick it up."&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:fv7_gI5EE_odwM:http://www.coolmob.org/images/pic_coinfall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend, so she called her boyfriend and told him the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend said, "Ask him for $200, then pick up the money very fast. He won't even be able to get his pants down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she agrees and accepts the proposal. Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks what happened.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "The bastard used coins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral of the story: Always consider a business proposal in its entirety &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;before agreeing to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5576825755587738274?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5576825755587738274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5576825755587738274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5576825755587738274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5576825755587738274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/management.html' title='Management'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3582433342775246706</id><published>2008-10-08T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:11:33.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Poh Nee</title><content type='html'>1. The last(you mean currently?) person to tag you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eris Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Primary school mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Good in drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gothic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has done to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Giving me a birthday present this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she said to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hard to imagine XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Having a friend better than having an enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Don't be so emotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lost communication?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The most desirable thing to do for him/her is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Define 'desirable'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Good friend in deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Quiet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate yourself is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;William P. Barrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Keep in touch always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. 10 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have so many peoples to be tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Who is number 2 having relationship with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Is number 3 a male of female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. If number 7 and number 10 be together would it be a good thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. How about number 5 and numeber 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with them? (Includes MSN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Is number 4 single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Say something about number 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, is really kinda fun. If and only if I have 10 peoples to be tagged, even nice!&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/5685475058805887726-3582433342775246706?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3582433342775246706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3582433342775246706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3582433342775246706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3582433342775246706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-poh-nee.html' title='Tagged by Poh Nee'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4548163080172080673</id><published>2008-10-08T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:55:19.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Eris</title><content type='html'>got tagged by &lt;a href="http://emo-manifestations.blogspot.com/"&gt;eris&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be? take revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: People who betrayed me will never have a good ending =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Successful and happy ending of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Ass holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Live a better lifestlye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you u fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Yea, and it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Loving someone and being loved by someone is consider a blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: I have no patient, so this question I can't be answering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Look for another 1, never disturb friend's girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: My gf. More natural being with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will you invite for Ex bf/gf to your wedding dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Of course I will, unless lost contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Hopefully graduate and become 1 of the ACCA Affliates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Being rejected by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Single and rich. I don't want to let my wife to suffer with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: None until I only love 1 and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:: Having a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Wei Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Max Phoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-4548163080172080673?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4548163080172080673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4548163080172080673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4548163080172080673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4548163080172080673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-eris.html' title='Tagged by Eris'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6061374279092138271</id><published>2008-10-08T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:09:35.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My birthday was a terrific single celebration for me for the year. I never eaten any of my girlfriend's cooking and hers is the first to have me eaten. I felt sweet for it, even foods that are salty also will turn out to be sweet to me. We went to get the hoodie she wanted to give me on the following week. She let me choose which hoodie that I like instead of she buying something that I might don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:h6fEbaZkc66XAM:http://www.oneyearbibleimages.com/money.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my experience, I do received clothes as a present but it stays in my cupboard forever. Some of the shirt either small or sexy for me or I don't like the design. She don't want things that she gave to me to be hidden inside the cupboard. Therefore she decided to let me choose myself. I took quite a long time to choose 1 hoodie that is worth buying. I didn't know a hoodie can cost so much because I never buy 1 before. She insist of buying it while I want her to save up her money. In the end, I still being forced to buy it even though I don't want to spend her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out! June02 and June29 is coming soon! 1 is the date of the first time I confessed to her, is also considered as our 1st anniversary and the other 1 is her birth date. I have to think what should I do for her. I can't merge both together is far apart and it won't&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:JHwlyrTlJ2mTOM:http://www.uranias9thhouse.com/blog/blogpics/pop_that_top.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; be special anymore. She didn't know I'm thinking of what to do for the June02 while she thought I'm preparing for June29. Actually I'm preparing for the both date. Of course I don't want to miss out our 1st anniversary, I even succeeded in celebrating 1st Valentine even I'm in NS, this will never be left out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she told me that leave June02 for her. She don't want me to think so much of what to prepare and she knows that my 1st major exam is coming soon too. She don't want that to burden me as well. Furthermore, I'm working part time in an office everyday after class. With all these, she came out with a fabulous ridiculous of 2 anniversary. Huh? 2 1st year anniversary? June02 and Sept05. Rewind back the time, June02, I confessed but due to her dad's situation, she can't accept me in that time. Sept05, I proposed again and she accepted it. Therefore, she is gonna celebrate for us on June02 while I will be in charge of Sept05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to think what to prepare on Sept05, but I don't mind having 2 celebration of 1st year anniversary. This makes our relationship standing out than the others in this point. Is something special to me even though celebrating twice in a year may be costly. Chances will never come again in the future, so I have to precious everything I have now and never lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the June's month, I'm really very busy. I worked as a part time Admin Asst. in an &lt;a href="http://wealth-mentors.com/"&gt;event company (financial tutor)&lt;/a&gt;  after class and getting ready for my 1st major exam in June14. I can't even think of what should I do for her this year's birthday. I scare I will destroy her hopes of incoming events during her birthday. I did a grand birthday bash for her, she must have &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/8238/n1kellydr1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;putting a higher hopes this year (I shouldn't suggest a grand birthday bash over her house last year). Not I can't think of anything to do for her birthday, just that I have to think something out of the box, something grander than last year such as the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/2/15/nation/20336463&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt; who proposed to his fiancee through a billboard which cost him thousands. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/mon-amour.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-6061374279092138271?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6061374279092138271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6061374279092138271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6061374279092138271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6061374279092138271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-amour_08.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6615536334096444690</id><published>2008-10-05T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:12:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;th Birthday f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;or Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 04Oct, we celebrated Max Phoo Wai Hoong's 18th birthday in Sunway Pyramid's TGI Friday. It was my first time eating there, the things there come with big portion and pricey! So it's suggested to eat together with your family (your parents paying for it instead of you). Good idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much photos because the table is long, I lazy to walk around to be the photographer while I was focusing more on my big burger (I didn't even take the picture of it! Too hungry, ate only maggi for 1 whole day only). All these photos are taken from Max's handphone. Enjoy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHIV_JgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uu4PWc_pEPs/s1600-h/1_754946864l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHIV_JgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uu4PWc_pEPs/s320/1_754946864l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679985268303362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Suet Yee &amp;amp; Foong Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHD6y41I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9nZRTBycTKI/s1600-h/1_921584710l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHD6y41I/AAAAAAAAAKM/9nZRTBycTKI/s320/1_921584710l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679984080511826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHfJjNeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IUEUKTnTu2A/s1600-h/1_972254981l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHfJjNeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IUEUKTnTu2A/s320/1_972254981l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679991390156258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Kelvin &amp;amp; Kai Loon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHV7zNGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qtLx6VShA1Q/s1600-h/1_236645613l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHV7zNGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/qtLx6VShA1Q/s320/1_236645613l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679988916565090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big family =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHdn67HI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZQ_xkeZAsgU/s1600-h/1_259776163l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHdn67HI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZQ_xkeZAsgU/s320/1_259776163l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679990980668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big family 2 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR6irQXeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/P1tYr8-28bg/s1600-h/1_119893127l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR6irQXeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/P1tYr8-28bg/s320/1_119893127l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679768998534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Sien Yi &amp;amp; May Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR7DqyqsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9QdNOMOKFfk/s1600-h/1_320984816l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR7DqyqsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/9QdNOMOKFfk/s320/1_320984816l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679777854958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Han Chern &amp;amp; Han Woei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR7mjEmqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5TWnberTle8/s1600-h/1_502914539l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR7mjEmqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5TWnberTle8/s320/1_502914539l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679787217820322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Elisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR712EHWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/49wNaLVo8Y8/s1600-h/1_506781765l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR712EHWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/49wNaLVo8Y8/s320/1_506781765l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679791324011874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with Joanna &amp;amp; Eng Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR8Juem5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tG5KClkdzbk/s1600-h/1_713657820l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjR8Juem5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tG5KClkdzbk/s320/1_713657820l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253679796660902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Birthday boy with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unknown, Lai Kuan &amp;amp; Sin Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying the bill total up RM644.20, we went for a show of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Connected (C)&lt;/span&gt; with only 12 people. The others went for a drink in some other place.&lt;/span&gt; The movie is awesome and we dismiss around 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://moviexclusive.com/review/connected/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially dedicated for Max Phoo Wai Hoong =) Happy birthday once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/10989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHIV_JgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uu4PWc_pEPs/s1600-h/1_754946864l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-6615536334096444690?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6615536334096444690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6615536334096444690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6615536334096444690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6615536334096444690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-baby.html' title='October Baby'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOjSHIV_JgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uu4PWc_pEPs/s72-c/1_754946864l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2879847417968916391</id><published>2008-10-04T00:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:01:38.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (Part 12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, home sweet home! Nothing comforts me more than my own house. Not to be left out too, my mom's cooking. Is much better inside the camp! However, I still enjoy my life inside the camp because I didn't miss&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:YidCPNDGNuLHPM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRzxifkj_bk/RrvM1Ka61yI/AAAAAAAAA2A/98zfBvwY0FM/s400/home-sweet-home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; out something that I can't be going twice as a trainee in my whole life even if I'm PM's son. My college starting very soon as I'm out from my camp. I enrolled myself before I went for training. CAT Group 7 - March 2008 in Sunway University College. Joanna enrolled herself in CIMP 0308 in Sunway University College too. She enrolled herself when I was still in training, is just totally a coincidence studying the same college rather than both of us plan to study at the same college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our orientation should be on the same day, but due to mine being delayed, I started mine a week later than hers. Life in college totally very different than what I had during high school. During high school, I got to see her from early in the morning until bell rang, signifying the end of school. Meanwhile, in college, we're separated from seeing each other with the break time being different, different building / classroom, different class starts and ends timing, etc. It is not very hard for us to adapt ourselves in college's life, but it is still a challenge for us. It is the next test from above for us. I have to admit we successfully beat the biggest endurance test so far, college wouldn't be a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:bay6hXo9t94byM:http://www.smartgivers.org/sites/623b9026-c292-4f47-9b9d-8aac6d22782d/uploads/Trust.1_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;, it may be a threat for both of us. She meets new guys, new environment, new situation and atmosphere, etc and same goes to me. This may be a bigger test for both of us since both of us having some changes and inputs in our life. Possibilities of her getting grab away by other guys cannot be denied. I can't be losing to some other rich, clever and handsome / beautifully looking guys in the college. I know she is loyal, therefore I have my full trust on her and rarely suspect anything. She trusts me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday was coming. I was sure it will be a quiet year for me rather than past few years where we celebrated each birthdays in school's canteen. Well, all the ex-school mates separated around Malaysia. We can't be having such birthday bash anymore like last time. Anyway, I knew she planned a surprise birthday celebration for me, so I just anticipated what's gonna happen. I know is a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong steam&lt;/span&gt; but I was curious. 13th April &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/14533.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;2008, she came to fetch me from my friend's house. I wasn't suppose to drive on that day because she asked me not to. She will drive me to every destination she prepared for my birthday. My first destination was inside her car. She gave me a kiss and wished me before we start our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second destination was her old house, the house where we studied together last time. It is a bit empty inside because most of the furniture moved to her brother's house. I was led into the house with my favorite dish on the table. She cooked for me for the whole morning! I hugged her and rushed to the food. I'm hungry because I missed my breakfast and lunch. She cooked me grilled chicken (better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenny Roggers&lt;/span&gt;), spaghetti (better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Delifrance&lt;/span&gt;), mashed potato (much thicker and softer than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;) and broccoli. I licked the Tupperware clean, it was too delicious and was sweet of her to cook for me. She never cooked for anyone except her family members (just her white mice) but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shocked me with the present she presented to me. She bought me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tortoise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:chmny-S11YHl5M:http://www.allenvanarts.com/images/portfolio/fullsize/Cuddle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boxers&lt;/span&gt;! Oh my God! How am I gonna bring home this and explain it to my mom? She was actually just teasing me using the boxer. She wanted to give me a hoodie because I wasn't having one. So we decided to go to shop for the hoodie as my real present on the other day. We took a nap on the sofa together since it was raining (me and her feel sleepy when it rains) outside. I was cuddling her while we are sleeping on the sofa until we woke up after the rain. Then she fetch me home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a sweet time with her and the dish she cooked for me. There is no other girl who cooked for me before all this while. I will not forget the taste and the memory of a girl cooked for me for my birthday. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-amour_08.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2879847417968916391?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2879847417968916391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2879847417968916391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2879847417968916391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2879847417968916391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6252359500442640866</id><published>2008-10-01T15:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:16:33.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>1 Utama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went 1Utama with my girlfriend yesterday after fetching my friend to Kelana Jaya's LRT station. Actually I planned to go Sunway Pyramid but since heading straight is 1Utama, reducing the fuse to make an U-turn, headed straight to 1Utama. My girlfriend also suggested on going there to get the things she want to get over there. I don't really go 1Utama because it's far and nothing really nice over there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amaze me is this shop that full of wonderful things that we hardly see in Sunway Pyramid. Enjoy =)&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC85YDT_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/A2oIcxuXJlI/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC85YDT_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/A2oIcxuXJlI/s320/DSC00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959629335547890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action City in the Old Wing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSKJTHwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r4Wy5aAsVlY/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSKJTHwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r4Wy5aAsVlY/s320/DSC00511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958895102697218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCScES67I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZNiik9u42PY/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCScES67I/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZNiik9u42PY/s320/DSC00513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958899913550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSEkGytI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OSPVcCmrThw/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSEkGytI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OSPVcCmrThw/s320/DSC00512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958893604522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonderful breads on the entrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC8rwNgHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FbTDlSQcPAM/s1600-h/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC8rwNgHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FbTDlSQcPAM/s320/DSC00520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959625678782578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC8rLdSnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5tLmzw-wwXM/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC8rLdSnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5tLmzw-wwXM/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959625524628082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cute water dispenser&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCnNcs8MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XpCaGFWAdsw/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCnNcs8MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XpCaGFWAdsw/s320/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959256766640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC80milDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lFa3nKc5TLU/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC80milDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lFa3nKc5TLU/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959628054139954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Stitch's family?&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCm6gfwTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9kWhFrjf7ZI/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCm6gfwTI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9kWhFrjf7ZI/s320/DSC00516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959251682279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCm_sBPeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZgDgH_3r24A/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCm_sBPeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZgDgH_3r24A/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959253072788962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Big collection of nodders!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCmwOERvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v5ZO4bii50Q/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCmwOERvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/v5ZO4bii50Q/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959248920626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCnPCPxkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uQ-7vv4re48/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCnPCPxkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/uQ-7vv4re48/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252959257192547906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mini foods!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSspT0QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BDeRuSXbPwc/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSspT0QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/BDeRuSXbPwc/s320/DSC00514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958904363766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSpAWg3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lxvJ0CLCva0/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZCSpAWg3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lxvJ0CLCva0/s320/DSC00515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252958903386669938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute soft toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what I saw except those cute things in  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action City&lt;/span&gt;. You will never believe! Something hardcore.&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZEnEiLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/KDNsCdbUu3o/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZEnEiLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/KDNsCdbUu3o/s320/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961453396935554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZEnQoObII/AAAAAAAAAJU/ldzrIlnE0Jo/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZEnQoObII/AAAAAAAAAJU/ldzrIlnE0Jo/s320/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961456643533954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my! Should I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deeper &amp;amp; harder&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-6252359500442640866?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6252359500442640866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6252359500442640866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6252359500442640866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6252359500442640866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-utama.html' title='1 Utama'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SOZC85YDT_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/A2oIcxuXJlI/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5128737037643843944</id><published>2008-09-29T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:33:54.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is best view in 1024 x 768 with &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/download.html"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know how it looks like in 800 x 600 with Internet Explorer but I'm surely recommend all to read this blog using Mozilla Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 309px;" src="http://img112.imageshack.us/img112/6107/protectud4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because it will gives us better protection =)&lt;/span&gt;&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/5685475058805887726-5128737037643843944?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5128737037643843944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5128737037643843944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5128737037643843944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5128737037643843944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4214233047971597591</id><published>2008-09-28T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:01:40.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;My Love (Part 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my last day for my holiday. Then I'll be leaving my house back to the camp by 5pm. I felt hard to leave everything and go back to the camp again. I have to suffer 1 more month inside the camp to be able to come back out again. I feel very hard especially leaving her behind again for another month. Early in the morning, I woke up very early so I won't be wasting any hours of me being with her. I went to her old house &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 156px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATgnXrwKgDM/R_JdrfHn99I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vMxP-4OQPeI/s320/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;( which means the house I went during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; time because she moved in with her elder brother after the funeral of her dad ) to spend some time alone. Chatting the whole time and the time passing by very fast. We took some pictures for her memory so she able to look at it when I'm away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom arrived in front of the old house suddenly. She came in and ask us whether did we have our lunch. To be honest, we didn't even have our breakfast in order to save more time for spending time talking. So we went out with her mom to have our brunch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt;. We ate together with her mom. Chit chat a bit. We had a long lunch due to few dumbs waiter/waitress who serving us wrong thing all the time. Her mom got very pissed off because the foods wasn't coming. Once it come, is the wrong one. So she had a talk with one of the superior there and he keep saying sorry. The wrong food we got is free from them and they still giving us the food we ordered. We amused by the service and hence on, I never went to the restaurant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom then send me home and they wished me good bye after that. I went into my house with bit of happiness and sad. I pack back things that I have to carry back to the camp and wait for the time to pass by. Around 3pm, my parents start the ride towards the camp. I had a quick journey because I suddenly felt the time going by very fast. Just a blink of my eye, I reached in front of my camp with a big crowd in front of it. Everyone is coming back from their 1 week holiday. Some with bigger bags, some with smaller bags, but most with few boxes of mandarin oranges. I brought some back too because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarawakians&lt;/span&gt; asked us to bring back for them since they are staying inside the camp while we are having our time at home for 1 whole week. I step back into my dorm&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/5899.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; and being attacked by bunch of dorm mates as a welcome back cheering. Before I was hit, I was forced to sign a contract of "Whatever happens later will be a blessing for me... Your sincerely &lt;u&gt;I'm Dead&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my bed and lay over while looking at the ceiling with depressions. My mind is full of what I did with her for the whole week until the very last meal I had with her. It was an wonderful time being with her but everything will never happen again for the whole month. 8pm - I'm asked to collect back all the phones. Added more into my sorrow which I had to collect people's phone and my phone unable me from contacting her anymore until the next coming weekends. I gave her a last call but she is having her dinner. I have to give up and pass the phones back to the teacher before the others start accusing me being selfish and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My training life starts again on the day after my holiday. Life starts back again, waking up at 6am, morning exercises until 7am. Classes from 8am til 11am. Lunch and break until 2.30pm. Heavy exercise until 4.30pm. Break until 5pm, Recreation from 5pm until dinner break. Night preaches, classes, or movie session before we sleep. I have to do that for 1 more month so I'm able to go back my house again. I tried to distract myself so that the time able to pass by faster. I made myself sleep very early every night. After a while of doing that, I realize I'm totally wrong. I will be making myself regret at the end of the day. I have friends to join with in the camp. I can't just be selfish. I made myself enjoy the only time left for me to have fun being worry-less and enjoyment which I can't have after I'm out from the training. I know more people, more people know me. I even have good friends to hang around until the end of my day in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I talk to her on the phone every weekends to check on her conditions. She don't really seem to be having a tough time outside but I still pray for her everyday.&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/2964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I was waiting for is here. The last day of the camp, the longest day of my life! I didn't sleep at all. I was awake and grouping around with few groups.  We talked and laugh the whole night. 4am, the Sarawakians left us. We cried together as we sent them to the leaving ground. 5am, Terengganu left us. This round, we had a sadder atmosphere. 1 of most annoying dorm mates, cried and hugged everyone in the room asking for forgiveness of what he had done to us. We forgive him and really, really wished him goodbye as we won't be seeing each other anymore. Half of the room's people had gone. Left the Sabahan and local people. 6am, Sabahan left us but the atmosphere wasn't as sad as the past 2 we had. Maybe lesser people in the room causes lesser friction and chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am, the dorm is empty. Before we left our dorm, we salute each other and say any last words we wanna say before we leave the camp. We went to the toilet and re-calling back what we went thru for the whole training. Jumping around, swimming, playing with water, cleaning it every 2 weeks, etc. We had a very hard time leaving each other. We chase after every bus that leaves the camp. I can't wait to go home so I called my parents to come early to fetch me off. I'm not the 1st to leave nor the last to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came, and so did she! She came to pick me up! I felt very happy seeing her. I introduce her to some of my friends while my parents went through the procedure to bring me back home. Of course there was no tears from my eyes because it went dry since I was young. I'm a person who finds it hard to cry but I roll my tears when the Terengganu guy left us. I don't know why but I just felt my heart being grab tightly. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-amour.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 277px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ATgnXrwKgDM/R_pE1_Hn9-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/VyoG3NH8dAg/s1600/DSC00536%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/5685475058805887726-4214233047971597591?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4214233047971597591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4214233047971597591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4214233047971597591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4214233047971597591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_28.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ATgnXrwKgDM/R_JdrfHn99I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vMxP-4OQPeI/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6224789474220179318</id><published>2008-09-22T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:37:44.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (Part 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I even changed my Valentine plan into a simple surprise. The plan goes like this; ON the Chinese New Year eve, I rushed to every florist that can be found in the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; just to look out for the flower she like which is Crysanthemun (kekwa). Don't ask me why I'm buying a flower which people used to buy for funeral, just simply she like the flower. If I have a choice, I wouldn't buy Crysanthemun at all. I went almost around my housing area but non of the florist is selling the flower. I drove down to Kinrara and at last, I found a shop which still open. Some of the florist close due to the CNY's eve (opens only half day). I quickly parked my car and ran into the shop and asked for the flower. He got it! Next, he asked me big or small (there is big or small, I didn't know that). Since he only left 3 for big, 5 for small, I asked him to wrap up the small ones. Although I was thinking of buying 14, but they only have 5 in stock and that is the only shop which still opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was wrapping the flower, he asked me is there any funeral during CNY. I said that is actually for my girlfriend. He tried not to laugh but I know what he is thinking. He comforted me saying that "different girl, different taste". "I will help you wrap it nicer since the flower is not really beautiful by its nature," he added. I was glad and appreciated his help &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/1274/p2070796nv5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;but I was scared the flower won't last long since it wrapped into a bouquet. I can't water the flower like that, so he suggested to sprinkle some water over time and the flower will last at least a week. A week is fine with me, at least the flower still haven't died when I leave to continue pursuing my training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I have gotten the flower, I rushed back home to prepare what I have to prepare for the surprise. Then I went to her best friend's house to claim back the stars I left with her before I went to National Service. During the Chinese New Year, I invited her earlier to come to my house to just spend some time with me in my house. My family is going back to hometown in Muar, Johor but I rejected them due to the surprise Valentine celebration. I told my family bout it and they agreed to let me stay at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family left the house early in the morning to avoid the hot weather in the afternoon. She arrived my house around 11am. She came into my house like nothing's gonna happen. I hid the flowers and stars somewhere she can't see it&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 166px; height: 123px;" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/9430/35964673tc4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;. I lead her upstairs into my room. I on a movie which I miss up during the training. Then I excuse myself out of the room with some reasons. I ran into the other room to get my flowers and stars. My room's door was closed, I asked her to open for me while I'm standing outside the door with right hand holding the bouquet of flowers and left hand holding the bottle of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the shock of her life after she opened the door staring at me while I'm holding the things and wished her Happy Advanced Valentine Day. Out of sudden, she straight hugged me and said thank you &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 134px; height: 179px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/989/189122472367privatelsw5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;for her first Valentine celebration with the boyfriend although it's Advanced Valentine. She felt very happy hugging her favourite flower (she haven't realize actually Crysanthemuns are for funeral purposes). She never receive flowers from guys before. She became happier when she found out that I made the stars everyday before I went into the National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our whole evening watching the latest movies I haven't watch during my training. We chatted and ate something from the kitchen. Her mom came to fetch her home before sun set. I can't fetch her home because my family drove the car back to hometown. We really had a fun time for that day. Is a memorable day for both of us. &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_28.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&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://img145.imageshack.us/img145/1663/p2070780yi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/1663/p2070780yi4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-6224789474220179318?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6224789474220179318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6224789474220179318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6224789474220179318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6224789474220179318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_22.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-1786358104555971615</id><published>2008-09-19T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:33:12.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MoonCake night celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an pending post since last week. I unable to proceed because I haven't upload the pictures from my phone to the computer due to some issue with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday night, my friends called me to join them in a in-house celebration. Is just a small gathering among 5 of us and the daughter of the house owner. I went there kinda late because I was spending my time together with Joanna in her house until 11pm. When I reached the in-house party, it was around 11.10pm. I speed there because I was late. They bought lots of tit bits and drinks like prawn crackers, carbonated drinks, can beers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the night by lighting up all the lantern crossing the house, playing candles like children, talk and listen to songs. Then we proceed into the house settle down to drink and eat. Enjoy the picture =) All the pictures were taken around 1am on 15Sept08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/6217/dsc00419vz5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/3830/dsc00423cw0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;3 Carlsberg, left 2 more in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/9411/dsc00417lp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mooncake of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2369/dsc00416gc8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/6292/dsc00422pp7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/2246/dsc00415oe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nice tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/5814/dsc00421ew8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The collection of Japanese fruit liquor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/1574/dsc00413hf1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;liquor #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/7122/dsc00414hp4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;liquor #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The owner of the house saw us drinking beer with Sprite (20% carlsberg, 70% Sprite, 10% ice), she took out her great collection of liquor (Japanese fruit-highly contained alcohol) for us to try. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drinking these will help improve your health&lt;/span&gt;" said the owner. Since she took out for us to try, of course we try but only a sip each. Not that the owner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;, but is just too strong for us. My tongue barely feel nothing after I had a sip of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-1786358104555971615?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1786358104555971615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=1786358104555971615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1786358104555971615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1786358104555971615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4791912835832487675</id><published>2008-09-19T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:11:33.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Tesco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Money jump back into the pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I went to Tesco with 2 of my friends (name will not be disclosed because they are famous students from TARC) to buy things for tomorrow's 5B reunion BBQ party in Wawasan 2. Can you imagine 3 guys walking around in Hypermarket with the trolley and buying stuffs like aunties? Hard to imagine right. But that's not what I'm going to talk bout tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm emphasizing here is $. Here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;After we get all the stuffs we want, we grab our trolley to the counter. Before that, we already count how much we have to pay using calculator in the phone but the amount showed in the counter is much different than what we had count earlier. Of course (as a future accountant) I have the responsibilities to find out what makes my calculation wrong. So we double check the items in the trolley with the receipt. Then we realize there is an item that cost more than we expected. We thought it supposed to be Rm9.90 instead of Rm23.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 of my friend followed me into the hypermarket back to check out the price is it true that the price is Rm23.50. We look up til down, down til up, we can't find any price tag written Rm23.50. We only saw Rm9.90 and Rm2.70. Of course (as a future accountant again who going to study &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rights of Customer&lt;/span&gt;) rushed to the Service Counter and enquire bout what's bothering us. We showed them the prove and guess what happened. Enjoy the picture =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/6431/dsc00436ao3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Original receipt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 423px;" src="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/2367/dsc00434xc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deducting Rm23.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 423px;" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/4563/dsc00435kh4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charging Rm9.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I earned back Rm13.60 by shopping in Tesco! Moreover, I'm still keeping the item that cost Rm23.90 but I'm paying Rm9.90 for it.&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SNOy7gSQwdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nniKQA3Vawo/s1600-h/DSC00425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SNOy7gSQwdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nniKQA3Vawo/s320/DSC00425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247734726165316050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tesco trolley spotted on the road!&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://img521.imageshack.us/img521/1377/dsc00425oq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5685475058805887726-4791912835832487675?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4791912835832487675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4791912835832487675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4791912835832487675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4791912835832487675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tesco.html' title='Tesco'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SNOy7gSQwdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nniKQA3Vawo/s72-c/DSC00425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-261652344141955030</id><published>2008-09-19T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:01:28.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my dorm and sat on the bed thinking of how to escape &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/2863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;from National Service as early as possible than the due date. I can't stand to stay inside here for 3months for just some useless training which don't benefits me at all in the future. I have to find a way to release myself from this nonsense such as act sick or what ever that can aid me from going out ASAP. But I have no illness, I'm healthy when I enter the camp. I have no Asthma, Diabetes, high/low blood pressure, etc that may lead me from leaving the camp earlier. I can't act having Asthma because the military medic have a machine to check for it. If i found cheating, I will be punish. End up, I'm force to stay in this piece of crap for 3months whether I'm happy with it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking what she is doing in the outside world now. I asked her to write what she did everyday into an SMS's draft and send it to me during the weekends. For example like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday - Rotting at home&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Rotting at home again&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Spend time with God Ma&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know what is going on with her for the whole week. My 1st few days ended miserably without my handset beside me. We have to hand up our handset every Sunday before 8pm. We will get back our phone on Saturday after 12pm. So we will like having our phone for only 1 1/2 days only. If minus the time we used to sleep, morning exercise and speech in the Sunday morning, meal time, etc we will only have few hours fully utilize with the phone. Even if I get my phone right on 12pm on the Saturday, I will still have to wait for her to finish her piano class at 2pm. &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VGBXFDlNrmSVTM:http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3473715/2/istockphoto_3473715_sand_clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;So I wasted 2hours of it waiting for her to finish her class. Sunday she have to attend church from  morning till 1 something including her lunch. There I wasted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really satisfied with the time I'm able to chat with her but I can just bare with it because I'm chosen to join the service. I call her every week when I got the chance. I will be hiding behind the toilet to talk to her peacefully because I'm having 24 others dorm mates inside the dorm making the chaos and noise. Although I sound weird and smells weird talking there, but at least I have my private time there talking with her on the phone. I will tell her what activities I did, who I mix with, what I learnt, etc while she will tell me what is her life to be in the week.  Although the time we chat together in the phone not very long but we appreciate the time we had on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all, on Sunday night, as a Dorm Leader, I have to collect all the phone by 8pm to hand it up to my Dorm Teacher. Sadly looking at my own phone to be the first one to pack into the box and followed by others then hand it up to the teacher in his room. Heart breaking time when I have to stop communicating her for 6days till the next Saturday comes. Everyday I have to distract my mind so that the time will pass faster instead of slowly when I miss her and think of her all the time. It works but every night I will have a hard time to doze off because that is the only time my mind is relaxed and all sorts of stuff will run through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days by days go by, weeks by weeks drift by and at last, I finish a month of training. Next to look ahead is the coming Chinese New Year holiday. Valentine Day and Chinese New Year falls on the same week. I can't be missing my first Valentine Day&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ssp79hOZiUFS5M:http://www.giftsflorist2000.com/Taiwan/image_flowers/flora2000-4780.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; with her. I have already finish setting up what am I gonna do on the coming Valentine Day. Before I went into National Service, I have made stars in the love-shaped bottle and give it to her best friend to keep. I even pass her some money and told her my plan on giving her a surprise for the Valentine Day because I don't know whether I'm able to celebrate with her or not during the Valentine Day. So I asked her best friend to help me deliver the stars and use the money to buy her a bouquet of her favourite flower on the 14th of February. At least I did something surprising for her for our first Valentine Day even though I'm not outside there celebrating with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The week before the CNY's holiday, the Chinese trainees received a wonderful news from the management of the camp. We are told that we are having 7days of holiday compared to others with only 4days. Of course I felt very excited and I quickly call her up and tell her the great news. I even changed my Valentine plan into ...&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_22.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-261652344141955030?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/261652344141955030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=261652344141955030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/261652344141955030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/261652344141955030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_19.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-8458966491241036721</id><published>2008-09-17T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:55:14.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried that I might lose her because our relationship still very young and new. It's wasn't really stable to be able to have a long distance relationship with lack of communication. In National Service, we are only allowed to come back home once for the whole service which is during the Chinese New Year on Feb 7 08. I am supposed to go in after Christmas, is gonna be a month after than only I can see her for 7days. Then I have to go back to further my training for another month for the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things really running wild inside my mind. With the burden of SPM, worries towards the training and how our relationship will stay, &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jkFk0ubfskC_DM:http://www.maurosart.com/images/animation/d_tgthr/dt46_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;sometimes it really freak me out and made me broke down. I don't feel it's worth for me to think so much while I should enjoy the time left for me before I'm thrown into the training. With the wise thinking, I get rid everything running wildly in my mind and cage them up like the zoo. I told her what's bothering me, she comforted me and gave me some motivation. She told me that this is just part of our chapter. Is just a test from God to us. If we are able to get over it, our bonds will get stronger. I get was she is trying to tell me but in the soft side of my heart, I'm still worried bout it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She know I'm still worried and she can't do anything to ease me up. She felt upset. She wants to make things better but she felt what she do is just too small or insignificant. But she never knew that whatever she did really helps. She have the tendency of thinking negatively most of the time. I tried to convince her but she still don't seems to accept what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't go any better. I'm still going to have SPM and National Service is going to start soon right after my SPM. Worse of all, her dad committed to the hospital for severe illness. Her dad was sick since before we even started our relationship. It got even worse now. She was under pressure. She worried bout her dad, SPM and our relationship. SPM is on the run and she is suffering from it. I tried to help her and hope she are able to &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/3477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;focus on the SPM. Her dad passed away after her last examination paper. She got very upset and break down. Her family members all were crying for her dad. I can just see but unable to do anything to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad's death really a big impact to her. During the month of Decemeber, we tried to spend the rest of the time we left before I'm going into the National Service. I went to her church during her dad's funeral. I tried to accompany and walk with her throughout the path. She can't stand it and cry it out on my shoulder during the funeral. After the funeral, things changed. She can't really enjoy the time being with me because of her dad's death. It does feel awkward but I can't changed the fact that things had happened cannot be rewind. I can just stay beside her everytime she needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even used the time being to get closer to her family. I started off with her mom. Her mom seems to allow us to have our relationship. Her mom didn't reject me. I felt relieved losing a burden but the time I left is short. I scare her sorrow continues when I'm in the training. I'm worried that she might gets comfort from other guy ended up destroying our relationship. Girls are easily emotional distracted. I spent the day before the last day before I'm going into my camp for my training with her for the whole day. We talked bout a lot of things and I'm really sad to let go of her and go for the National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped my foot into the camp with a lot of disappointment and sorrow. I feel like forwarding the time faster so that I'm able to see her again. I went into my dorm and sat on the bed thinking of ...&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_19.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-8458966491241036721?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8458966491241036721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=8458966491241036721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8458966491241036721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8458966491241036721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_17.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4258733769652317467</id><published>2008-09-15T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:33:28.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun times together after she agreed to be with me. At least when people ask me if am I coupling with her, I can nod to them or give them an answer rather &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;than telling them I'm complicated. We had study group (only both of us) almost every evening in her house. Her parents seems to be alright that I go to her house to study together although they know there is something suspicious going on around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the time studying together. We laughed, we gossiped, we chatted, we focused on our studies, etc. Things really went into our mind easier than in the class. I've never studied so hard before since I entered Form4. I've always studied last minute and did last minute preparations everytime. Things changed when both of us got together. I studied the subjects that I didn't like, I cared for my examination's result(man's dignity towards her parents), etc. Same thing goes to her, she paid more attention in class for Science subject because she wanted to teach me what I don't understand while I paid attention on Math and Add Math and finish all the homework so I'm able to explain to her what she don't understand. We felt satisfied teaching each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship had just started but it felt like being together for a longer time already. We felt our relationship growing very fast and she decided to slow down it(how to slow down a relationship?). She was afraid that if the relationship grows fast, finish fast. I was confused of how am I&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9NiyuobiVhOXkM:http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2744711/2/istockphoto_2744711_growing_love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; supposed to slow it down when I didn't even make the relationship grow fast. She suggested that we sit different places in the class so that we can pay more attention to teacher and not each other. I have to listen to her because I don't want her to get upset. I went back to normal, I slept during classes and seldom paid attention in the class (I hate classes). She got angry and came back to sit beside me but with different rule (I hate rules too). She will torture / pinch me when I fall asleep or never pay attention. I have been doing this since Form3, how can I change suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself not to sleep by bringing sweets into the class and eat without the teacher's realization, sleeping earlier before the day of the school, take some evening naps etc. We were getting closer each day in the class. I looked forward to go to school everyday with the aim of seeing her in school. I know we should pay more attention than having love affairs at this age, but I believed I am able to handle with it if I arranged my time properly. I do get benefits from the relationships. She made me study which I never did for few years already. There is once our Pyhsics teacher commented about our relationship. She told us that the year before, she had two students who were just like us. Form5, study the same class where we are studying right now, very happy, etc. When SPM comes, they broke up. Everything changed. Then she told us that the history will repeat. Advice us not to start a relationship too early at our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't really listen to her(humans are born to be selective listeners) but Joanna worried that what teacher said will come true. I just only went through so much of hardship being with her, how can I just give up just like that? I told her that and sh&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/14782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;e demand me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Insurance&lt;/span&gt;. Stated the only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules and Regulation&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No breaking up before SPM ends&lt;/span&gt;. Her previous relationship was like a nightmare to her. It haunted her everytime she was with me. She was scared that the same thing will happened again because she blamed herself for the ending of her previous relationship. I can't help, so I just agreed to give her that Love Insurance. Hard to believe that in a relationship, such a thing exists. Sure I want to give her all the best in her life, I will never let her fail in her SPM because her parents were hoping that she do well in SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to walk together with her in her path of success. I paid more attention in her studies rather than mine. I want her to feel happy, I want her to be able to bring up her head in her family because her elder brother and sister is more successful than she is right now. SPM was just right around the corner. She was getting more and more nervous. She scared she can't do it well in it. She broke down almost every week. She was having the pressure where I can see, but I can't help her to carry. I wanted to help her so much but I don't have the ability to carry away the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper published out the list of the trainee-to-be of National Service. It was a hot topic in school. Everyone talked about it. Worse of all, I got chosen! I asked God, I had just started my relationship, why You want to set us apart? Is it an endurance test for me or I sinned a lot? I never have a negative perception, therefore I took it as an endurance test for me. I never find ways or idea on how to avoid myself being throw into the National Service but I take it as 1 of my chapter in my life which it will never appear for the second time. Joanna was not chosen to participate the National Service, I felt relieved because the training ground is not really suitable for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we felt disappointed. We thought we were able to have a relieved relationship life, but everything changed. I have to attend the training for 3months. Unable to see her for a month for the whole training. I can't run away from it, I have to faced it myself. On the other hand, I was also worried some other guys might put a hand on her because I'm not beside her, especially her ex. But I found out that her ex was also chosen for it. I didn't really feel good because there are other guys who would go after her and I might not know bout it since I'm locked inside the training ground with no communication with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passing by was miserable to me. SPM is coming, then National &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/14150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Service stomps in right after I finish my SPM. I'm scared of having long distance relationship. I'm worried ... &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_17.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-4258733769652317467?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4258733769652317467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4258733769652317467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4258733769652317467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4258733769652317467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_15.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2603301544378588593</id><published>2008-09-11T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:11:36.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostalgia"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/a&gt; - Feeling the temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired by this fine teenage girl when I was reading her blog. She is known as &lt;a href="http://beneaththeheelsanddresses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; and studying the same class with me. I just only realize that she went into National Service too which she don't really look like someone who being trained under the hot sun before(she is fair rather than as dark as a charcoal!). I am definitely shock by that until I was convinced that she really went through the training after I viewed the pictures taken by her during her training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I was backing up my data because I wanted to format my hard disc, I found all these long missing pictures. Memories during my National Service which I had in &lt;a href="http://kemplknpayaindah.co.nr/"&gt;Kem Paya Indah, Kuala Langat&lt;/a&gt;!(I'm the one who designed the website for it;my name was written down there! ) Me and my 2 other friends was assigned to build a website for the camp so that future trainees are able to check out how is the camp and the situation before they go into the camp. It was really a satisfaction for us to finish the web in time before we graduated from the training. I even successfully stealed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khidmat Negara&lt;/span&gt;'s flash animated  banner. It tooks me around few hours to figure out how to stuff the thing into the web because a lot of errors occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a very fun time during my service for the country(I contributed to the country, do you?). Is really not a waste of time being there. At least we earned RM450 out of 3 months(I know you can earn RM1000 in 1 month) but we also gained a lot of knowledge and skills which you can't learn somewhere else. We did a lot of fun activity for that 3months in the camp. We visited few places around the camp and outside the camp. Live in the jungle for 12hours. Learn how to survive in the jungle. To be independent is the most important thing to be learn inside. I even elected as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketua Dorm&lt;/span&gt; for my dorm, 1 of the candidates for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wira Cemerlang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketua Bacaan Ikrar&lt;/span&gt; for Perarakan Penutup, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are some photos I found inside my hard drive. I am breaking it in few chapters and this is regarding on my 1st few days in the camp. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8647/dsc00468wn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/8647/dsc00468wn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st hour being in the camp with my luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/558/dsc00469ka8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/558/dsc00469ka8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My visit to the crucial destination for my 3months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6205/dormsly9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6205/dormsly9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My dorm located at the very end in the center of the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6818/dsc00477zc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6818/dsc00477zc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;All start hanging out and getting to know new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4538/dsc00478rd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4538/dsc00478rd0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The entrance for the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4615/dsc00470qx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4615/dsc00470qx0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My 1st evening in the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/4893/dsc00485yl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/4893/dsc00485yl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dishes, cups, spoons and forks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6585/dsc00487pc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6585/dsc00487pc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;After we filled the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kolam&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/1176/dsc00491ds7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/1176/dsc00491ds7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Place where clothes were hang to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7590/dsc00483xl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7590/dsc00483xl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crowded night in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9700/dsc00486rs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/9700/dsc00486rs3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After finish eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/1773/dsc00482an2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/1773/dsc00482an2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View of the canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/2089/dsc00528da6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img395.imageshack.us/img395/2089/dsc00528da6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My new sleeping place(I was shifted due to numbering), right under the speaker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6371/masjidrv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6371/masjidrv3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The mosque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4348/takinuniformwf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4348/takinuniformwf3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking our free uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7423/before3fz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 251px;" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/7423/before3fz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Models of the year!(they are actually wearing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baju Kelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you guys =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Next to come, Christian or Buddhist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; 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Seems odd to you nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;You're right. I did something on my hair. I straighten it (just slightly straighten it but not too straight) and give a treatment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I do that, I might gave you few reasons or you might heard something else somewhere else. Actually the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; reason I'm doing it is because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try something I never try before. I had bald before(during National Service) and short like nerd(force to, stupid government school's rule!) but never long before. So this is the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMk_InxDHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q9saaXJfWIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMk_InxDHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q9saaXJfWIQ/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244792658395864146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changing to a new look which I don't know it will look good or not, but giving it a try.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm studying CAT + ACCA as you know, future accountant. I will be having hairs like this when I'm stuck in accountancy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Jxxna_wP9cRIvM:http://www.noulakaz.net/weblog/images/20071128-geek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life with just computerized account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm gonna dye it after some time, but all this is just for the sake of fun. Teenage life. Do it while I can, before the world is taken over by this &lt;a href="http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&amp;amp;click_id=24&amp;amp;art_id=iol1221141616175B215"&gt;Big Bang Machine&lt;/a&gt; (20years of research of new develop machine), if the link can't work, just Google it. All I want is just a memory of having longer hair style before I'm forced to cut it short when I'm entering the accountancy world which result me in getting this hair style.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nerd-paradise.com/images/nerd/nerd_385x261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not gonna make myself like this!&lt;/span&gt;&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/5685475058805887726-561790084829335433?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/561790084829335433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=561790084829335433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/561790084829335433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/561790084829335433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/reveal-for-my-hair-case.html' title='Reveal for my hair case'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMk_InxDHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q9saaXJfWIQ/s72-c/IMG_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4018667731969977250</id><published>2008-09-09T19:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:01:47.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>1st Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Celebration for 1st Year Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought &lt;a href="http://kienswindow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt; out for a suprise dinner for our 1st year anniversary. Firstly she don't know where are we heading. Therefore she dress up nicely with skirt. Then I told her that we are just going to Food Court. She blank out and thought I'm bringing her somewhere else fancy(but actually I'm bringing her somewhere fancy and high class). She didn't bother to change her outfit and then we headed out &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 199px; height: 149px;" src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/7678/dsc00389kr5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;from her house. While I was driving, I distract her with some conversation. Then I said I have to stop by somewhere in Bandar Puteri to get something. After that, I parked my car under this shop(I'm definitely bringing her to Authentic Nasi Kandar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked up to the shop(I think she realize that I'm bringing her somewhere fancy rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; or food court). Is not really suprising for her though. I felt a bit disappointed, I should have park further rather than right under the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these are the pictures taken by me and her using my phone's camera (k810i with Cybershot)&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjVNsLHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p2rykocBafc/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjVNsLHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p2rykocBafc/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988032222862450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pickles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZivrn62II/AAAAAAAAACI/NyVQxvxwPcI/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZivrn62II/AAAAAAAAACI/NyVQxvxwPcI/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987387423053954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Table's setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjU7iz22I/AAAAAAAAADI/3CSuWS_S8K8/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjU7iz22I/AAAAAAAAADI/3CSuWS_S8K8/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988027351751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kimchi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUos7BdI/AAAAAAAAADA/WWwGTFISnUA/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUos7BdI/AAAAAAAAADA/WWwGTFISnUA/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988022293890514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unknown species of pickled vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUmwRHRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQJuVzEtjrc/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUmwRHRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/XQJuVzEtjrc/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988021771050258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeham&lt;/span&gt; with sambal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUcMLqUI/AAAAAAAAACw/XXqZCEoYZS0/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjUcMLqUI/AAAAAAAAACw/XXqZCEoYZS0/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988018935343426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like rotten bread to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjqFaDycI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZpOXkstOhU/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjqFaDycI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MZpOXkstOhU/s320/DSC00370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988390776654274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fruit salad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjpx5sU0I/AAAAAAAAADw/Qf_vkd0A9k8/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjpx5sU0I/AAAAAAAAADw/Qf_vkd0A9k8/s320/DSC00369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988385540625218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another weird kimchi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjp1np7rI/AAAAAAAAADo/WSZt3RjXI0E/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjp1np7rI/AAAAAAAAADo/WSZt3RjXI0E/s320/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988386538712754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjptnEAuI/AAAAAAAAADY/As7S3ime1ww/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjptnEAuI/AAAAAAAAADY/As7S3ime1ww/s320/DSC00366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988384388743906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spicy soup which I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZiwveyw_I/AAAAAAAAACo/-1OTapklG_8/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZiwveyw_I/AAAAAAAAACo/-1OTapklG_8/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987405638386674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm treated as a king here. I didn't even cook a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZivyvkiBI/AAAAAAAAACY/dNFCc7Q835c/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZivyvkiBI/AAAAAAAAACY/dNFCc7Q835c/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987389334194194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All cooked by the waiter who serving us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjpln4W0I/AAAAAAAAADg/vUH5gX0RrR4/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjpln4W0I/AAAAAAAAADg/vUH5gX0RrR4/s320/DSC00367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988382244690754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;End result of the first dish we ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5TsVSwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jx1QPtZbKGs/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5TsVSwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Jx1QPtZbKGs/s320/DSC00371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988652309433090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the beef were taken out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5hgrtRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DpmOyUoK6c0/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5hgrtRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DpmOyUoK6c0/s320/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988656018666770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They changed the pan after our 1st dish(efficient and hygienic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5ywJytI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kvQ5s3mWM1I/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj5ywJytI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kvQ5s3mWM1I/s320/DSC00373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988660646955730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They cooked for us again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj6CHSv_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TS-NGch5FOU/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj6CHSv_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TS-NGch5FOU/s320/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988664770543602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our 2nd dish on the move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj6voKYqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yVWVArIraBM/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZj6voKYqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yVWVArIraBM/s320/DSC00375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243988676988002978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;End result of 2nd dish(he told me 70% cook is nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkS8cJrSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TeESb0zCGbs/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkS8cJrSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TeESb0zCGbs/s320/DSC00376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989092744146210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They even teach me how to eat to taste better(vege with a slice of beef plus sambal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we finish all the dish we ordered, then comes the dessert. Fruits and 2 glass of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barlee juice&lt;/span&gt;(busy eating till forgot to take the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What leftover picture I got is only these.&lt;/span&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/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkedHBb_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z055KOMjH68/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkedHBb_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z055KOMjH68/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989290492456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkehMXDcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WDW5hs3mtc0/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkehMXDcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WDW5hs3mtc0/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989291588586946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than food's picture, I also taken some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkTrdtd0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qXpwO8R90s8/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkTrdtd0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/qXpwO8R90s8/s320/DSC00382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989105367152450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View from my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkTRqgkmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bMF0Megk2a4/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZkTRqgkmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bMF0Megk2a4/s320/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989098441511522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZie_BrHwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jxTlWJ286r4/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZie_BrHwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jxTlWJ286r4/s320/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987100573572866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't really eat much because I'm still full that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is a nice restaurant anyway. I'm served like a king and queen. They cooked everything and refill my green tea all the time but it comes with a price. They charged me RM10 for the service charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I came about when I'm going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZiehnPmUI/AAAAAAAAABo/O_kjK8nniPY/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZiehnPmUI/AAAAAAAAABo/O_kjK8nniPY/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243987092678089026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sushi not supposed to eat with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Edited&lt;/span&gt; : You can drop by at &lt;a href="http://kienswindow.blogspot.com"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt;'s blog to check out her POV of the story =)&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/5685475058805887726-4018667731969977250?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4018667731969977250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4018667731969977250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4018667731969977250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4018667731969977250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-year-anniversary.html' title='1st Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SMZjVNsLHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/p2rykocBafc/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7000880689756138242</id><published>2008-09-07T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:20:59.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Road Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture speak a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I'm searching for some funny road signs pictures in Google, I bumped into this picture which astonished me. Don't misunderstands that I'm searching sex instead of road. I'm really searching for funny road signs. Behold the great "road" sign that will never be teach in driving schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/3021/roadsignstorybyaliminattc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/3021/roadsignstorybyaliminattc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Might be teaching in Screwing schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm not trying to violate the use of blogging or trying to spread 18++ things to those who below 18 that reading my blog, is just my sharing of experience while searching in Google to all my readers. Anyway, is just normal road sign pictures with some dirty language inside. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7000880689756138242?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7000880689756138242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7000880689756138242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7000880689756138242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7000880689756138242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-sign.html' title='Road Sign'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5848279840715106585</id><published>2008-09-05T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:20:10.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (Part 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eye and move closer but suddenly she moved herself away. I realized it and so I opened my eye back. &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/18437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly I felt very awkward. Then I suggest to move away from the park because it's gonna rain soon. For that whole night, I can't sleep. The thing keep repeating in my mind. In the end, I got up from my bed and wrote a poem describing what happened in the park. Then I signed in MSN for a while. She was online too at the same time. She is also facing the same problem like me. Then I ask her, why she avoid it yet she having the same problem I'm facing. She replied me that she don't want our relationship to go so fast and end so fast like others. She want it to be slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that is what she want, I'll just have to respect her and give her some space. On Sept02, we went to the park again to have an evening walk since her dad don't like any guys hanging around in her house. We sat at the same place again and talk all the way(evening walk turns up to be something else). It's the same thing happening again last few days. I'm blinded by her brown eyes. I lost my mind again. I'm indulged with her eyes. I move closer to her, I thought she will avoid me again. So I just give it a try to see whether she will sit still or avoid me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her on her lips for  once! My first kiss had given to her! She didn't avoid like what I was thinking. Both of us astonished. We look the other way. I can hear my heart beat clearly. I can feel my heart pumping hardly. I still can feel her lips on my lips. How can this be happening?(I am very good in breaking rules) Both of us very quiet. Then we decided to go back home since it's gonna rain again(raining season I suppose). This time, I had an even hard time to sleep. The feeling still stuck mentally and physically. I don't know what she is thinking and what she gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/17707.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I don't dare to text her because I just did something I shouldn't do. I shouldn't have lost my mind and kiss her but I just can't stand it. Her eyes are tempting me to move closer with my lips. However, I still ended up text-ing her because I want to know what she had in her mind now. She felt the same way I'm. I don't know I should be happy or worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to her house with the purpose to study for coming trial exam. She teach me Chemistry and Physics while I teach her Math and Add Math (She is good in both science but bad in both math while I'm good in both math but bad in both science). After studying for few hours, both of us got tired. Nothing goes in our mind. Maybe is the incident happened yesterday bothering our mind. We call it a day after looking at the books aimlessly. Suddenly she kissed on my lips. I was shock. Then I asked what happened? She answered me that this is my real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first kiss&lt;/span&gt;. So now I had an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unofficial&lt;/span&gt; 1st kiss and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; 1st kiss which on Sept02 and Sept03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/11011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I went back as usual before 6pm because her dad will chase out any guys from the house after 6pm. I scare and I went off before I got chased out. When I was home, I was thinking that are we a couple yet? We did almost everything a couple do yet we are not a couple. Not that we are having 1 night stand or adultery, I started to get confused bout our relationships. So I decided to ask her once again to be my girlfriend even though SPM is not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On SeptXX, I went to her house again to revise. Right at that moment, her mom is fetching her dad out to clinic for a weekly/monthly check up. So I got all my time with her in the house. After an hour we revise, I decided to pull out my plan and ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me  : Would you be my girlfriend for me to care for you and be there for you always?&lt;br /&gt;She : *Hug* Yes!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_15.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Specially dedicated to her!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You! Yes you, the one I'm writing bout in this whole 6parts of stories. The reason I started this story and pause exactly here is because there is a suprise from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I made you upset sometimes, disappointed, sad, and all sorts of negative emo but we still able to hang on together until today. I'm very thank you for your tender, love and care showed to me all this while. You made me into someone better, loving myself more and care for people around me which no other girls make before. You created a lot of happiness and joy in my life but there is also sad moments. I never blame you for that because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody is perfect&lt;/span&gt; and you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;. You are someone special to me which I never give up on. SeptXX is actually Sept05, which is today. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; First Year Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;(I will explain bout the italic letter in few parts later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5848279840715106585?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5848279840715106585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5848279840715106585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5848279840715106585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5848279840715106585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_05.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3492179191102188812</id><published>2008-09-04T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:56:39.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>McDonald vs KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 271px; height: 199px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/31/2007/03/mcdonalds-broken-sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:uxdBCVf1z49jZM:http://clubs.aggienetwork.com/lubbockamc/images/VersusLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 194px;" src="http://anemicroyalty.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/kfc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I had a class on 11 30, without breakfast and lunch I went to college. Of course after the class I'm hungry. Very hungry, desperate for food. So I went home and plan to make my own lunch(Maggi mee). My mom decided to go to Tesco to get some groceries, I followed because I lazy wanna cook on my own. There is only 3 nice spot to have my meal that is McD , KFC and Tesco Food Court. My first choice was KFC because I like the chicken but today I felt like eat Zinger burger. So i queue up and wait for my turn with my stomach growling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone who have a hearing problem in front of me. I know that because he is wearing an hearing aid. He takes his own sweet time ordering his meal and the cashier seems to be very hard to communicate with him. I almost lost my patience because I'm really very hungry at that moment. After minutes of waiting, is my turn at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I have a set of Zinger burger please?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;, we don't have that.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sorry&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Huh? KFC don't have Zinger burger or sold out at that moment? But is just 3pm, how can it be sold out? How can a fast food restaurant is not selling what is on the menu? So I left KFC without ordering anything and went to McD that just right at the other end corner of Tesco. I didn't order the Snack plate set is because KFC is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu &lt;/span&gt;recently. The chickens have shrunk and the Snack plate became more like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mini Snack Plate&lt;/span&gt;. How can it fulfill my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 305px;" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/060613/060613_kfc_fat_hmed_9a.hmedium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colonel, I shrunk the chickens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach McD, gosh! The queue is so long. So many McD crews but only 1 counter available. The others slacking inside the kitchen? Without hesistation, I ran up the elevator for the Tesco Food Court. Oh my God, today is not my day. It's on renovation. What they have to renovate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 305px;" src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/3798/dsc00351cb1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renovation everywhere in Tesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why can't just let me peacefully having my lunch in Tesco. I called up my mom whether she finished her grocery shopping already or not. She still hanging around the vegetable section, so I ran back down to McD even though the queue is long, I still have to eat my lunch anyway. When I reach my turn, I ordered Beef burger, but a blur expression showed by the cashier( I don't know  she  is going to tell that they don't have Beef burger or what), I quickly change my decision before I lost my appetite. I ordered Cheeseburger instead because I saw the cheeseburger in McValue meal - Rm3 only and Carbonated drinks which only cost Rm2! I thought I only need to pay Rm5 nett including 5% gov tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ting! Rm5.80 please"&lt;br /&gt;5% of Rm5 = Rm0.80 ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time asking her why, so I just pay her off and grab my tray away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 305px;" src="http://img55.imageshack.us/img55/9562/dsc00352ho7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then soon I realize my Cheese burger cost me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rm3.60&lt;/span&gt; and not Rm3. I'm being cheated by the menu! Therefore, next time when same thing happen to you all, please point at the menu and ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5685475058805887726-3492179191102188812?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3492179191102188812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3492179191102188812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3492179191102188812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3492179191102188812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mcdonald-vs-kfc.html' title='McDonald vs KFC'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2880075326612939273</id><published>2008-09-03T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:52:59.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16236.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I still decided to go to school like normal. We went back inside the class after morning assembly. The atmosphere in the class kinda awkward for that day. We don't seems to know each other in the class. After the school, we went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the feeling and I chose to text her. I asked her what's her decision. She still seems to be confused of her own feelings. She don't know what she want. She scare she might hurt me and end up being the same like last time. She felt very lost and can't make her decision. However, girls still weak against their soft heart, she chose me over her ex. She know that nothing good gonna happen between she and her ex. Therefore, she want to try out between me and her but she felt guilty at the same time. She feel horrible towards me and my ex. Yes, my ex. She know my ex still likes me and she is so close to her, if she is with me right now, this gonna affect the relationships between she and my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is great&lt;/span&gt;! Everything changed after she accepted me into her heart. &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/15890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I feel differently compare to last time. The feelings of so near yet so far has disappeared! After the day she accepted me, the atmosphere inside the class had changed. The class no longer sleepy to me(but still will sleep when the teacher is boring). After some time, she moved her place next to me because I was sitting alone since early of the year. Her ex changed to another class in the starting of the year which make the class became odd numbered. We enjoy the time being together in the school. Study together, doing homework together, teach each other, etc. The moment is so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we are still not consider as a couple because she haven't agree to be my girlfriend yet. She don't want to disappoint her dad's last wish and also feel guilty in front of my ex. Our relationship is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rats living under the sewage&lt;/span&gt;. Inside the class, we are known as couple but outside the class we are like normal friends. We didn't really tell anyone what is going on. What I tell them is we are still haven't couple yet. Days passing by very fast, is getting more and more exciting each day in school. We tease each other in the class but with rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What rules? No holding hand, no kissing, no hugging and no cuddling since we are still haven't officially together as a couple. One day, our finger got up together under the table when teacher wasn't teaching. My finger caught her finger. I hold her finger quite a moment because she didn't complain. I thought it was fine with her. After school, we text each other. We mentioned bout the finger's incident. Then we reconstruct our rule into every each month we waited each other(we agreed to wait until SPM ends then only we couple up), I'm allowed to hold a finger each month. For example, 1st month 1finger. 2nd month 2finger. I can't wait to hold her finger on the next day. I never hold someone's hand like that with such rules but I still respect her. I obeyed all the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/4167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;1 evening, we went IOI Mall for our bowling co-curriculum. After our bowling, 1 group of us including 2 of my friends went for a movie. We held each other finger in the cinema. The feelings is so different compared to last time when we watch movie together. I like the feelings. We even hold our finger after the movie. When we are leaving IOI Mall, i cuddled her from behind. She was shock but she didn't reject me (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULES&lt;/span&gt; are meant to be broken!). Now I'm another step ahead in breaking the rules. Now I'm allowed to cuddle but not hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks later on, while we were playing in the class, she accidentally kissed on my forehead(or maybe she did it on purpose). I'm stunned. I gave a blur expression then teacher came in the class. We didn't talk bout it since teacher is in the class. I assume she didn't do anything on purpose because she is the 1 who set the rules, impossible she break the rule. I didn't ask her or mention anything bout what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day during the class is on, one of my friend told me something shocking. My friend told me that she actually waiting for me to ask her &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/11420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;once again(bout couple up) and I thought actually she want me to wait for her until after SPM or something had changed her mind. What my friend told me had bothering me for the whole day. She invited me to have a walk in the park nearby her house on the next day. We have a long walk that day. Then we settled down on a bench in the park. We chit chat around while waiting for the time to pass by. The time passing by very fast when we are spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, our eyes stare at each other and my heart is beating very fast. I get closer to her and our face are getting very near to each other. Am I gonna kiss her? What is the feeling that running through my mind? Anticipation? I closed my eye and move closer ...&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour_05.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/1401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/1403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:s-2QOqQFBBuCyM:http://www.littlepizzabagels.com/catalog/images/coming%2520soon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/5685475058805887726-2880075326612939273?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2880075326612939273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2880075326612939273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2880075326612939273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2880075326612939273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7783088607721309695</id><published>2008-09-03T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:57:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Service Breaking News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I came across this in &lt;a href="http://natashakhoo.com/"&gt;Natasha&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and I feel this might be interesting for those who are going National Service next year. Not meant to scare you all but just wanna share with you all what I read from other blog as well. Anyway, I went National Service in Kem Paya Indah, Selangor this year. Is not so horrible. Trust me. I'm still in pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rape, Merang Camp, Setiu, Terengganu, on 28 February. A female trainee, 17, was raped by Corporal Zuki Mohd, 30, in a Perodua Kancil in the Rhu Tapai agro-industrial estate in Setiu between 7.28pm and 9.10pm on February 28. Zuki Mohd had been employed as a physical module instructor at Merang Camp. The trial began on 14 December 2004 at the Terengganu Sessions Court, and ended on 20 December 2005. Zuki, a military personnel from Kampung Bari Besar, Setiu, was convicted of raping the girl by the Terengganu Sessions Court and was sentenced to 12 years’ jail and three strokes of the rotan. The female trainee later sued the trainer as well as the government for negligence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost in jungle, Ovai Wawasan Camp, Papar, Sabah, on 21 February. Around 600 trainees and instructors were lost for almost 12 hours after following the wrong trail during what was meant to be an hour-long afternoon hiking trip. Except for kitchen staff, trainees who had gone to church that day, and several staff members who stayed behind to keep an eye on camp facilities, close to the entire 600+ member camp were involved in the hiking trip. After close to 12 hours, a full name count was finally issued at 2 am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awang Mohd Fazil Awang Borhan, 17, attached to Kem Simalajau, Bintulu, Sarawak. Died on 23 April in a drowning accident. He had been swimming with 36 other trainees at Sungai Cina, Matang, Kuching, Sarawak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T. Saravana, 18, attached to Kem Ethnobotany, Gua Musang, Kelantan. The trainee from 1614A Hospital Quarters, Taiping, Perak drowned while picnicking at Sungai Taman Wangi, Gua Musang, about 3 kilometres from his camp, with 250 trainees and 10 trainers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="2005"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning, PDS Resort Camp, Port Dickson, Negri Sembilan, on 16 May. 60 trainees and instructors at Pusat Latihan Khidmat Negara, Port Dickson Camp, Negeri Sembilan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nurul Ashikin Karino, 17, attached to Kem Shan Sui, Tawau, Sabah. Died on 14 May after being injured during training. Karino Jalani (father of the deceased) claimed that he was not allowed to meet his daughter who fell and was injured as part of a training accident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;S. Theresa Pauline, 17, attached to Kem Karisma, Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan. Died on 11 June after being admitted to the hospital on 23 May due to having fits. Her death was attributed to viral meningoencephalitis. Her father, S. Sarimuthu was paid RM 32,000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haziq Jaafar, 17, attached to Kem Padang Hijau, Kluang, Johor. The trainee from Kota Tinggi, Johor, died after a fight with another trainee at Kem Padang Hijau.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="2007"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning, Sri Impian Camp, Sungai Bakap, Penang, on 30 December. Trainees suffered food poisoning due to food served on the first day of camp, 30 December.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost in jungle, Kem Lagenda Gunung Ledang, Jasin, Malacca, on 30 April. Twenty-three lost their way during a jungle trekking exercise at Asahan Forest Reserve. The instructor in charge of the group was subsequently dismissed with immediate effect for negligence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teng Shian Shen, 18 attached to Kem Pasir Panjang, Port Dickson, Negri Sembilan. Died two weeks after being asked to return home from her training at the Pasir Panjang due to breathing difficulties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ili Ameera Azlan, 17, attached to Kem Ayer Keroh, Ayer Keroh, Melaka. Died on 18 January at Malacca Hospital, after suffering breathing difficulties.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;The parents were paid RM 35,000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prema Elenchelian, 18, attached to Kem Kisana Beach Resort, Pasir Puteh, Kelantan. The trainee from Kajang, Selangor, was found unconscious in a toilet at Jeram Linang (0230 hours) on 1 March. She was taken to the Tengku Anis Hospital where she was pronounced dead. Prema’s death brought to 12 the number of trainees who have died since the programme began in 2004.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohd Rafi Ameer, 18, attached to Cheneh Cemerlang Camp, Kemaman, Pahang. Died at 10.30pm on 3 September, after having fever for 1 week. Rafi had previously called his sister and told her that he had a fever, and that his leg had been swollen for nearly a week after he fell during training&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="2008"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;High fever, Kem Desaru Gerak Khas, Kota Tinggi, Johor, on 31 May. 58 trainees came down with vomiting and high fever on 31 May, and were admitted to Kota Tinggi Hospital. The incident began when trainees began to fall sick after returning to camp on 28 May, from the Wirajaya module (a two-day jungle trekking exercise).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning, Kem Barracuda, Setiu Agro, Terengganu, on 29 May. 67 trainees developed stomachaches believed to be caused by due to food poisoning on 28 May, barely a week after nine trainees from the same camp suffered the same ailment. Fourteen trainees were warded in the Setiu Hospital, while 53 received outpatient treatment. Four food handlers at the camp also received outpatient treatments at the same hospital. The food was catered from outside, as the camp’s canteen had been closed after the May 23 incident when four of the trainees were warded for food poisoning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food poisoning, Kem Barracuda, Setiu Agro, Terrenganu, on 23 May. Nine trainees fell ill due to food poisoning, with four trainees being warded at Setiu Hospital. The camp’s canteen was subsequently closed down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outbreak of unknown fever, Kem PLKN Jiwa Murni, Semanggol, Perak, in late April. At least 10 trainees were warded at the Taiping Hospital, while 80 others were being treated at the camp, and all trainees were given blood tests, for an outbreak of an unidentified fever. The Kerian district health office placed the camp under quarantine. The quarantine was only discovered a few days after being initialized, when parents were turned away from picking up their children for a scheduled week-long break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too Hui Min, 18, attached to Kem Geo Kosmo, Behrang, Selangor. Passed away on 7 May at Slim River Hospital, Perak, three days after she started complaining of constipation. The cause of death was later determined as being toxic megacolon - her colon had been swollen and the lining had thinned due to septicemia. Her family is desperate to know why she wasn’t sent to the hospital earlier. As a result of this latest death bringing the total so far to 16, several DAP leaders are calling for the suspension or even the scrapping of the National Service programme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Afiz Zuhairi Ahmat Rozali, 18, attached to Kem Sentosa, Chenderiang, Perak. Died on 16 April at Teluk Intan Hospital, Perak, after a brief febrile illness. He was treated by camp paramedics several times before finally being transferred to hospital where he died in less than 24 hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can conclude here that 2008's record are less death poll compare with other years. So we should pray that 2009's death poll is 0. Wish those trainee-wanna-be all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-7783088607721309695?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7783088607721309695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7783088607721309695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7783088607721309695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7783088607721309695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/national-service-i-came-across-this-in.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2761271511014426008</id><published>2008-09-02T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:57:57.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Hey?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did We do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;What did I do until my Paper 3's lecturer always target me and my friend who sitting behind with me? I really don't understand why she can be so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt;. What did we do that we pissed you off or something? Or just because my friend is blonde or gold headed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my wonderful sleepy day in my college this morning as usual. Until 2 30pm, where my Paper3's lecture started. As usual, the teacher come in to lecture / &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagging&lt;/span&gt; us until we finish the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today she gave us few work sheets regarding on Income Statement and Appropriation Accounts to do. It was definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piece of cake&lt;/span&gt; to me because we learned advance Appropriation accounts in Paper6 by Mr. Jana already. That's why I'm so confident with my answers. Unfortunately, there is a lecturer who likes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pick a bone from a boneless fish&lt;/span&gt; for nothing or somehow with purpose. I don't know and I have no comment bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to discuss the answers after an hour later we attempted the question. She started her wonderful speech by saying we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very slow&lt;/span&gt; for a simple question like that. Actually she was sick, so I didn't bother bout it. I assume my class endure with her since she was sick(please let me know what you all feel for those of my classmates who happen to read my blog). I did endure with her because I don't want to have any arguments with her since my PT1, PT2 and MOCK exam's results is in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/4988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;When she reached the Current Accounts of the partnership, she asked me and my friend for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balance c/d&lt;/span&gt;. We gave what she want(she didn't bother to calculate either she was lazy or she assume we got the right answers) and then, there is a classmate of mine who said my answer is wrong. I don't mind he/she pointing out his/her opinion of saying he/she is right because all of us are learning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; my lecturer straight erase my answer and quoted this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is the fella who gave me this answer? Deh... the back guy!&lt;/span&gt;" Then the class started saying my answer was right, then she recalculate her account and write back the same answer I gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heck&lt;/span&gt;? Please check before simply accusing me with impolite sentences; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deh... the back guy!&lt;/span&gt;" What she trying to mean here? The back guy always wrong and never right? It does sound like that to me. Maybe I interpret wrong message but in Paper5, we learned that poor language may result in sending out improper meaning. It might also result in misunderstanding. We are adults, I hope that we are treated as 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should stand up&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I want to but my results is in her hand. So I just endure it until I pass all her papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/5705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Almost the end of the class, she gave us last question to attempt. A bit difficult but still manage to finish and balance it. Something unwanted happened here. Dinisha went out from the class which I don't know what is the reason, then followed by Keh Bin. I thought the class is over for those we balanced it. So I took my bag and went back. May Yoong went to toilet that time, when she reached the class, she thought the same thing like I do. So she pack her things and go back but realized by the lecturer. Then started scolding her. I don't really know what is going on because I was not there. What I know is she argued with her and she scolded us no manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions appointed by her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder what you all studied in secondary school. Did you all studied Moral and Civic in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;. We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; studied Moral but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Civic. Anyway, is still the same to me. Even though we studied, she still will assume we have no manners. Let me draw up the conclusion to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM results :-&lt;br /&gt;Moral - A1 ; No manners&lt;br /&gt;Moral - F9 ; No manners&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if you get A-Z, we still have no manners. Quit Morale Studies then, no point studying something that won't make us fill with morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;. You all so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt; in doing a simple question. Did you all pay attention and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:SEag3r-SiGzeZM:http://beforetherewas.googlepages.com/slow.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;. We ain't slow but too fast! We finished an hour ago for that simple question and you just don't realize it. As for me, I don't pay attention when you teaching the basic of Appropriation Account because I already know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore questions appointed by her? I can't remember anymore for the moment. I will update it if I remember more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and told my mom bout it. She asked me to ask her politely why she is doing this to me. As I said, my results is in her hand. I still need her until the very end of the day. At least until my MOCK examination result is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2761271511014426008?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2761271511014426008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2761271511014426008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2761271511014426008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2761271511014426008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html' title='Hey?!'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7292548453521946335</id><published>2008-09-01T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:33:38.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Beijing 2008 logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logo's inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out how the Beijing 2008's logo created. Below comic strip will show you how the logo came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/1949/beijing1se2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4317/beijing2zd7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/1231/beijing3tx2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/2831/beijing4wj0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The inspiration adopted from execution!&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/5685475058805887726-7292548453521946335?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7292548453521946335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7292548453521946335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7292548453521946335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7292548453521946335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/beijing-2008-logo.html' title='Beijing 2008 logo'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-7280905489672903170</id><published>2008-08-31T23:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:26:04.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Understand men better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, Girl friend, Spouse, etc always complain that ma is the hardest creature to be understand. Since it is so hard, let me explain to you what is man being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.safetysignsupplies.co.uk/images/thumbs/750_1_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:•Simple hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;•Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;•Obvious hints do not work!&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/15518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•JUST SAY IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blackmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing is wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/4187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during tv advertisement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I only listed 10 only in case the boyfriends of those girlfriends who read this post and broke up, I'm dead. The after 10, let the girls explore themselves in the guys. No further comment on it.&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/5685475058805887726-7280905489672903170?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7280905489672903170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=7280905489672903170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7280905489672903170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/7280905489672903170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/understand-men-better.html' title='Understand men better'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4099973380054857972</id><published>2008-08-31T04:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:01:24.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Life'/><title type='text'>Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only our country celebrates National Day, I'm also celebrating my National Day(freedom from exam). I finished my last paper today and it is so exciting! Although I did the paper badly, I feel satisfied. I done what ever I can. Now is 4 20am in the morning. Just came back from count down. Then went to have some chit chat with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my exam, I went home took a short rest and went out with Joanna to Pyramid to catch Love Guru. The movie is nice. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 541px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8f/Love_guru.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want the summary of the movie, you can either go to &lt;a href="http://gsc.com.my/"&gt;GSC&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; and search for Love Guru. Recommended movie by me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish watching the show, I walked around in Pyramid and I realized the "Foot Master" is raring a baby shark! I don't know they are having small fishes treatment or shark treatment. Better careful when you are choosing your package. You might lose your leg.&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures updated(sorry for the delay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/7028/dsc00325br7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/2470/dsc00326ce3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 201px; height: 150px;" src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/1183/dsc00327dd6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shark in FootMaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my way home, I saw two "Mat Rempit" holding Malaysia and Selangor's flag riding around the neighbourhood. Instead of shouting "Merdeka", they shout like a monkey that just came out from the cage! It is so uncivilized to me. I find it very annoying. They shout at anyone in the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I might be cathing "The Stranger". Heard it is a nice movie, must go and experience the movie tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-4099973380054857972?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4099973380054857972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4099973380054857972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4099973380054857972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4099973380054857972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3690312390329283388</id><published>2008-08-29T23:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:01:43.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (part 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unexpectedly on the next day, obviously it was a Saturday. No school on that day but I didn't go out with her. I was still upset bout she hugging him that day. I still feel something is dragging my heart along the road under the hot sun! I can't stop thinking bout me. My mind keep giving me the image of her hugging him while I did so many things for her on that day, her friend got the hug instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/14054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt the time passing by very very slow on that day. Maybe I am thinking too much. I should have just assume this never happen but unfortunately, I really can't help letting it go away from my mind. Out of some time, I really want to stop my heart so that I can cease my suffer. The image keep repeating in my mind until the Sun goes down and Moon arise. I went Station 1 with my friend to have a drink. I sent her SMS to conclude everything. I asked her a simple yet complicated question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : 016 *******&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you still love him? Did you chose the 1 you really love yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : 016 *******&lt;br /&gt;I actually love two guys at the same time. I don't know who to choose.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crashed!"broken pieces of heart breaks again. I'm totally lost again at this point. Should I continue or not? Am I being stupid rushing my head to a wall? Is she being honest to me or she just fooling around with me? What can I do at the moment. Worse of all, I was having a drink with my friends which included her ex! With the shirt she bought for him during her birthday. Am I being challenged? Should I drag him out and talk man to man? But no one is wrong here. He got his rights to wear what he want. She got her rights to love who she want. I got my own rights to rush my head to the wall or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these happening at the same time. I got no one to express because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:VM7Ti--iptvPPM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZuceO1LgDY/R_xvSKolApI/AAAAAAAAACo/_PrkfP3RrOE/s320/blind-722874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I personally felt this is too personal to me and her. So I chose to keep it all by myself. She telling me that she liking 2 persons at the same time but she can't go back to him because she scare it will end up the same. However, because of that reason, she can't be choosing me over him. I feel violated but at the same time, I wish that she will choose me over him. Am I blind because of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did honest to me telling me that she did take me as a "pelampung" when she broke up. To me, this is normal. A broken heart person will find something to hang on. Like Titanic, when the ship capsized, the passengers jump into the water and hang on the broken pieces of anything that are floating on the frozen sea hoping that they are able to float to nearby shore with that piece of thing. She hang on me when she was drowning in the sea of love. I brought her to the shore but she still missing some one who left in the sea of love. At the same time, she felt grateful because I helped her safely to the shore.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, it's hard for her to chose over. So I give her some time to think. I didn't contact her on the Sunday. I want to let her be alone to think this over. Either to choose me or her ex. Monday morning come, a new beginning of the week. Whereby I'm going to meet her in school. I don't know how to face her in the class. Somehow ... &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mon-amour.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3690312390329283388?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3690312390329283388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3690312390329283388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3690312390329283388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3690312390329283388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_29.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-8151428468221869356</id><published>2008-08-29T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:02:35.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Last day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 5's arrival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1225/timetablexk5tu3po4qr3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last day of my progress test at last! Wondering why I still able to update my blog while I'm having the hardest paper tomorrow? Easy, my mind breakdown! Can't go fit in anymore. How nice there is a method that you boil all what you want to remember and drink it 1 shot. I definitely will do that. Or putting the books under your head as a pillow and everything will go into your mind but why there is no such thing to aid my study T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Merdeka Eve tomorrow! Any plans for me?&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/5685475058805887726-8151428468221869356?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8151428468221869356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=8151428468221869356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8151428468221869356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8151428468221869356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day.html' title='Last day !'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5291610277665795481</id><published>2008-08-28T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:02:42.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>New chapter in your biology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold the new plant's reproductive system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evolving&lt;/span&gt; into a human being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe it&lt;/span&gt;" quoted from Dean Cain, host for Ripley's Believe or Not&lt;/blockquote&gt;18SX  -  For 18+ with non-excessive sex scenes below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/5442/13zx7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the left; Mrs Carrot, Mr Carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/9949/12346357bo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that a nose or a penis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/7224/49868922rx9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midget brinjal with large penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/8738/18iz3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, not in a bright day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/7941/19rx4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey pervert, you thought free show ah! Watch so long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/1830/nipplexj3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breast that come in pairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/1849/penis1xl7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never suck this kind of fruits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/2297/17ea8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viagra effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/5383/plantfuckdq5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope they produce more woods for our useless SPM papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/9328/penisxh7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/6587/vaginabushdv5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Optical illusion, this can't be real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/1681/assxi9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5291610277665795481?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5291610277665795481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5291610277665795481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5291610277665795481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5291610277665795481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-chapter-in-your-biology.html' title='New chapter in your biology'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2790809142122159659</id><published>2008-08-28T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:54:55.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Paper 3 4 5 more to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Days more !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/3388/timetablexk5tu3po4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday and Saturday more to stress! Paper 3 4 5 more to struggle with but I scare of Paper5 T.T&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to memorize for Paper5? Managing People and System is fully based on theory and experiences of famous writers and professors for example Abraham Maslow who says that all human are born with 7 needs (Physical , Social , Love , Self Esteem , Self actualisation , ...) , McGregor with his X Y theory, Prof Mayo with his don't know what experiment says that attention of superiors may increase the productivity bla bla bla. My God, all these is harder to score than History! I so freaking hope that I'm able to pass this paper and get away from it ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are changing the examination format as well on June09. So whoever is taking this course next year, God Bless You. The ACCA board will be adding in MCQs for Paper5 and Paper6. Why I say MCQs are tougher? Duh;if 5 essays questions, examiner only test you on 5 main topics, while 20 MCQs and 3-4 essays questions, examiner can test you the whole 300pages of the text book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-2790809142122159659?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2790809142122159659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2790809142122159659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2790809142122159659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2790809142122159659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/paper-3-4-5-more-to-go.html' title='Paper 3 4 5 more to go!'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3123468813314333790</id><published>2008-08-28T14:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:55:46.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Love (Part 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can she promised me and then go agreed to spend time with another guy. I really felt down for that day. I consulted my friend bout it. My friend told me to do as what I plan because I can't give up till the very end. I accepted my friend's advise and I still go for it. I asked her to change the date of she meeting her ex. She changed it to a day before her birthday which a day before I'm planning to give her a suprise birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/15799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I planned a lot of things, complicated and hard to manage. Her best friend from primary school is coming to celebrate as well which I think this would be a suprise for her too. I also called up her mom for permission to celebrate her birthday in her house. Her mom agreed! I felt relieved because I find it hard to carry up the phone and call her mom to talk bout it. My legs are shaking when I talk to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 86px; height: 86px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/15658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her mom  but everything went clear after her mom said OK. Everything I planned almost done. I even order the Kuma(a soft tortoise she like for very long) for her because the shop out of stock. Cake, present, her friends, her parents and transport(Finally I'm driving without my mom sitting beside me!)  are all done.  Everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, on 28June2007, I recieved her sms bout her outing with her ex regarding on her birthday celebration. My heart is like a mirror falling to a rock and break into pieces! Her ex sing to her. They didn't manage to go out because it was raining that day. So they decided to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 93px; height: 101px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Gf4pL8dKTNK6SM:http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/SUE/SUE112/broken-heart_%7EHLCL0276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;go her house to spend time with. 1 whole evening in her house chit chat, play piano together, online together, etc and right before he leaved the house, he hug her and she hug him back! I know what had happened cannot be reversed, so I can just accept the truth. I just hide that my furious feeling from her. I release my anger on nothing. Nothing I can release on. I feel very suffering keeping that fire inside my broken pieces of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly sleep that night. Next morning, I still go to school&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/19513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as normal. It was a Friday, a brand new day for me. I moved on on what I have planned. I reached home, bath  and grab  the car out to fetch all the friends that I have invited.  She stayed back in school for some reason. Argh~!!  Why is it so hard to celebrate her birthday or just God giving me a grand test to test my passion on her?  However, I still do it even  she is coming home late. So we stop at someone else's home while waiting for her to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited around 1hour and finally she reached home. I quickly gather everyone and proceed to her house. When I reached her house, her parents are going out. "Where are they going? I didn't chase them out from house right? I called to ask permission only, not ask you all disappear" mumbling in my heart. I'm like chasing away her parents just because I'm doing a birthday bash for her. I included her parents inside my plan but since her mom told me that they are going to Tesco to get some groceries, so I relieved. Well, at least I didn't chase them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in her house and asked her to make me a drink. While all the friends outside under the hot sun waiting for my signal. They are holding the cake ready to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/8108/ttrv5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rush in. Right when she went into the kitchen, I quickly ran out to the living room and open the automatic gate. "OMG! Which button should I press!! There is so many buttons on the wall!" When I managed to open the gate, she finished making the drinks and she saw a herd of people rushing in the house and she thought I'm letting in the robbers. That was not really suprising for her because she saw the process already but I have back up! When she saw her best friend, she had a shock of her life! They hugged which I jealous. Why not me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blew the candles and we start eating the cake. 1 by 1 leaving the place because they h&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g232/kutziod/kumaicon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ave something on somewhere else. Around 3 something, left only me and her in the house. Her parents was not back yet. So we just hang around and chit chat. She was hugging the Kuma I bought and talk with me happily. I satisfied and glad that I moved on with my plan. I really feel grateful to my friend who gave me that advise which changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents came back around 4. I wanted to go home since her parents was back(I still scare her parents anyway; they looked furious) but she asked me to stay for a while more. So I just try to be invisible so that the parents don't feel that I'm still around. I talked softly, body stay still, keeping myself away from their sight, etc. Well that was really childish when I flash back bout it. I managed to hold her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 finger only&lt;/span&gt;(well, better than nothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6 o'clock, it's getting late, so I went back home. When the next day turnover, unexpectedly ...&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_29.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-3123468813314333790?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3123468813314333790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3123468813314333790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3123468813314333790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3123468813314333790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_28.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-4151940087971619468</id><published>2008-08-27T13:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:09:44.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And she became her step sis?! The girl I have interest on and the girl who I just broke up with, suddenly became very close for don't know what reason. I was thinking she can't b&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/thumbnail2/13196_shy_orange_man_hiding_inside_a_bubble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e with me in this few months because she will fell guilty if she got together with him. So I just hid my feelings from anyone so she won't feel awkward when she is around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been suffering from keeping this feelings for almost half a year. We still tease each others in the class, fool around, went for bowling together every week, etc which makes me feel vulnerable to disaster. I dare not express my feelings to her because I scare might lost a valuable friendship. Furthermore, both of us are studying the same class, meeting 5 times a week for a long period. I can't risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theses horrible days moving very slow. Around April, we started a guessing game toge&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/thumbnail2/11004_confused_orange_business_man_with_a_questionmark_over_his_head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ther. I knew she had a crush on someone but not her ex anymore. She knew the same thing. So we trouble ourselves giving clues and tips who we like. Imagine A is talking to B. A likes B and B likes A. A hinting B, and B hinting A but they will never guess correct because A never thought B will like A and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby my birthday around April, she asked me out to help her buy a present for a guy. She asked me to test the size of the shirt. In my heart, of cour&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/16321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;se I thought she is buying for me because my birthday is nearby and there is so many guys out there, why don't ask them to help but me. Unfortunately, there is really so many guys she don't ask and the shirt is not for me. She bought for her ex's birthday on May. While on my birthday, she didn't buy me anything but just a cake share with quite a lot of schoolmates. Definitely I feel depressed for the whole day. Everything just crushed on me and I can't help running away. "How can she buy for him and not for me?!" running in my mind everyday. I still can't understand why she can be so clueless. Is she being naive or being devilish like those other girls outside who always playing with guy's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that happens, I know she still love her ex. I didn't bother anything because I did anything last year to help them. She told me a lot of things after her break up, she asked me not to tell anyone, but I tell everything to her ex hoping that they will got back together and she won't be so sad anymore. But everything changed! A person must be selfish in finding their right one. I know I found it, so I won't be letting go easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 02June2008, I woke up as usual in the morning and went to play MapleStory(have been playing since last year;addicted), she  sms-ed me in that morning. I was still blur and focus more on the game. She still curious bout who I like(we still having the unsolved guessing game in our mind since early April until early June). Without hesitation, I just blew out everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: A(016-*******)&lt;br /&gt;Actually the girl I like is You. No need to guess anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; width: 90px; height: 89px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/11523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sent that message, I stunned for a moment. "Did I just sent that?" thoughts by me " OMG!" I was scare what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From: B(016-*******)&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking since I sent already, why not I just be the man and just express everything to her. Amazingly, I got a positive feedback from her! All this while, she liked me! But I still doubting whether she belongs to those kind of girls who plays around guy's feeling or she being honest to me or she trying to hurt me less(I don't think so will hurt me less by telling me she likes me but love other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we confessed to each others, we never got together. I found out she genuinely like me and not pulling a prank on me but because of her dad's situation;ill. She wants to listen to her dad not to couple until SPM since this is her dad's last wish. So I'm ok with it and here's my daily life is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We getting closer day by day in class but still no one knows what is happening. Her birthda&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 79px; height: 74px;" src="http://www.clipartof.com/images/thumbnail/2923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y is coming soon, I wanted to do something grand for her. I told her to make herself free on her birthday, I want to celebrate her birthday together with her. She agreed but on the following day, she told me that her ex dated her on her birthday too and she agreed to him too! I'm totally lost and don't know what to do. This is totally insane....&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_28.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-4151940087971619468?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4151940087971619468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=4151940087971619468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4151940087971619468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/4151940087971619468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_27.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-1513169565202274185</id><published>2008-08-26T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:09:54.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mon Amour'/><title type='text'>Mon Amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Love (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mon Amour(French) refers to My Love(English)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this girl's name since I'm in my primary school level. Both of us studying under 1 big roof but we only know each other's name only. Our names spreads through primary school very fast due to something called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biodata Book&lt;/span&gt;. It's almost treated as a Holy Bible or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:HpC2PZXGhCO4SM:http://itodyaso.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/bible.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Al-Quran during primary level. Believe it or not, I have filled in almost 20books in just Primary6. Writing my name, date of birth, ambition, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crushes 1, 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and 3&lt;/span&gt;(we used to have a lot of crushes when we are in primary level), etc over and over again.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How our names being spread by just a small biodata book? Simple, who ever fill in your name into their Crushes 1, 2 or 3, gossips and teasing will filling around the atmosphere among the Primary6. Well, my name and her name was stated inside the column but neither I write her name nor she write my name. From that incident, we get to know each others' name only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we graduated from primary school, we end up studying under same roof again but different class room. Obviously I didn't know she is studying the same school with me because I don't even know how she look like when we are in our primary school. Until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; fine day, we&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 70px; height: 70px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:SKk0nkoyxtzx2M:http://media.scout.com/Media/Image/24/244011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grouped in a same class, from there our stories start. Rewind back the calendar, this happen when we are studying in Form 4B. How I ended up studying in B class instead of A class? Well, A class all eating books during recess time. I don't want myself to be a nerd like them, so I moved to B class after studying 3years in A class. The other reason why I chose to stay in B class is also the girl I have crush on was studying right next to B class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story not yet even start until we getting closer day by day in class by having a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:H76mnRZ4aPDGqM:http://img.qj.net/uploads/articles_module/72740/maplestory_1152_qjpreviewth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; common topic, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/span&gt; but she have a crushed on someone else in the class. During that time, I'm also having a relationships with another girl. Therefore, we are just a best friend which only talks bout an online game. In March/May(cann't remember because both starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;), she gets together with the person she love. Of course I'm happy with it but angry because she hid it from me until I find out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For first few months, they got along quite well but sometimes I jealous of them because they are sweet while me and my relationship are kinda dry and dull but I never give up on the relationship. I know I cann't force/assume my girlfriend like her. So I have to accept who she is and what she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day, we met up in a cell gathering which they have it every Friday night. The cell always started with a game and end with bible lesson. On that night, we play a game which a partner of a male and a female holding hands battle against another partner. All the partners are random pick and I ended up partner with her. Of course we don't mind holding hand because this was just a game, but I felt different that night. The feeling is much different than what I experienced with my girlfriend(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; adultery). I'm sure she had some sparks too but we never mentioned anything because both of us having our own love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we know we will never happen to be together, so I didn't bother to think bout what happened that night. Sept/Oct (I'm definitely bad in histories), she broke up with her boyfriend. Is a disaster! But somehow predictable, they had a lot of arguments in the class. Everything changes. The class's atmosphere, no1 dares to talk bout it, no1 dares to ask what happened, etc. Worse of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; is on the run! She slept for the 1st time in her English paper, Biology paper!  She never sleep in this 2 crucial papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start advising her and lend her a shoulder to cry on. Unbelievably, she got higher marks than me in that both papers even she was sad(Girls should try to be emo during major exam, might help). Through the comforts I gave, both of us getting much closer day by day. I get to know her more, her interests, her dislikes, etc. We also being together succeeding the school's website. We had been hanging out from morning to evening everyday in the school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ponteng &lt;/span&gt;legally from classes, having same co-curriculum, teasing each others in class when we proceed to Form5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to break up with my girlfriend on Feb2007 because our relationships getting more and more dull. She realize what had happened and went to comfort my ex-girlfriend(broke up = ex-gf). She got closer to her and ... &lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_27.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 127px; height: 19px;" src="http://img353.imageshack.us/img353/1101/continuejk0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour_27.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-1513169565202274185?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1513169565202274185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=1513169565202274185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1513169565202274185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1513169565202274185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/mon-amour.html' title='Mon Amour'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-6157486565106742104</id><published>2008-08-25T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:04:47.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>What am I studying? Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ertified &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccounting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;echnician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certified Accounting Technician&lt;/span&gt; is what I'm studying in Sunway University College for this 8 months. For the beginning, this course is not very tough as it seems, but when the higher levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; you go, it will be tougher and tougher. After I finish my 9 papers of CAT examinations, I will be proceeding to a higher level which most of the people suffering from that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ACCA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Association of Chartered Certified Accountants&lt;/em&gt;) . &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rates of people who successfully graduated from CAT and ACCA program is like a pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SLAn2NChuZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yg9kbeiOAlo/s200/pyramid2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Can you interpret the success rate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So is not easy to climb to the highest part of that "pyramid". For CAT courses, minimum of 9papers for you to proceed to ACCA and a maximum of 10papers you can be examine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 1&lt;/span&gt; Recording Financial Transactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 2&lt;/span&gt; Information and Management Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 3&lt;/span&gt; Maintaining Financial Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 4&lt;/span&gt; Accounting for Costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 5&lt;/span&gt; Managing People and Systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 6 &lt;/span&gt;Drafting Financial Statements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 7&lt;/span&gt; Planning - Control and Performance Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 8&lt;/span&gt; Implementing Audit Procedures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 9 &lt;/span&gt;Preparing Taxation Computations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper 10&lt;/span&gt; Managing Finances (Optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above are 100% exam-based examination. Unlike MUFY, CIMP, AUSMAT, Business Admin, etc which have assignment/course work to help bringing up your mark. Besides that, is either you go in the examination hall with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;result. There is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;A, B, C, D ... , Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format of the exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subject to change with prior notice in &lt;a href="http://www.accaglobal.com/"&gt;ACCA Global&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Currently there are changing the format for few papers in June 2009. They added some MCQ (Multiple Choice Question) into Paper 5 which I hate the most. For this year and next half year, Paper 5 will be fully 5 compulsory questions(even worst than SPM - History paper which I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6C&lt;/span&gt; for it by handing in 4/5 of 1 empty answer sheet to the examiner) but I don't think if I do the same with my Paper 5 will result me in passing my Paper 5. More likely I will failed it with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful &lt;/span&gt;mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the ACCA Program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACCA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professional qualification&lt;/span&gt; has become a global benchmark of accounting excellence. ACCA Qualification is one of the most highly respected and valued qualifications available internationally. Gaining the qualification of Chartered Certified Accountant makes you a key decision maker in any field of business and is evidence that you possess the skills and knowledge that are in high demand in industry, banking, auditing, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; consulting&lt;/span&gt;, as well as taxation and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;law&lt;/span&gt; (Consultant, lawyer or accountant that I'm studying right now)It's not a Degree, Diploma or A level program. What is it, I will find out soon and update it in Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:0w5nRZ2CvgKWyM:http://www.entrepreneurbeginner.com/images/lawyer-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Future me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-6157486565106742104?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6157486565106742104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=6157486565106742104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6157486565106742104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/6157486565106742104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-am-i-studying-part-1_25.html' title='What am I studying? Part 1'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SLAn2NChuZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yg9kbeiOAlo/s72-c/pyramid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5246129973566085886</id><published>2008-08-24T18:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:36:22.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studies'/><title type='text'>Progress Test 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEST?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Progress test is coming soon ~_~ Basically the test will be given to us twice every semester on every paper. Now I'm having my 2nd semester and this is my 1st progress test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/121/timetablexk5tu3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*PT1 - Progress Test 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*T3 - Maintaining Financial Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*T4 - Accounting for Costs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*T5 - Managing People and Systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;*T6 - Drafting Financial Statements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T3 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maintaining Financial Records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still able to cope up with it but sometimes the lecturer who teaching me(not disclosing who is it) this paper really pissed me off. This paper practically an advance syllabus of Paper 1(Recording Financial Transactions) which I studied in my 1st semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T4 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accounting for Costs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Akhbar the Great" who teaching me this paper. He is an wonderful lecturer, never scold, no homework, etc. Somehow this paper is also an advance syllabus of Paper 2(Information and Management Control) which I finished it in my previous semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T5 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Managing People and Systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this paper! To me, this is the hardest paper among all 6 that I have taken. Managing People and Systems. Wondering why an accountant need to learn up how to be a good manager but I suppose this is a complimentary subject because I heard most of my friend also having a management subject but theirs are way easier then mine T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T6 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drafting Financial Statements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot! I like my lecturer who teaching me this paper. Somehow, people tends call him JanaBanana for unknown reasons. Jana is his name anyway XD The way he lecture us are much different then other lecturers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My progress test is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;days from the block. However, still praying hard to pass all the papers so that I won't end up getting barred from the real examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 97px; height: 124px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/3879/prayfj3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Definately not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5685475058805887726-5246129973566085886?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5246129973566085886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5246129973566085886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5246129973566085886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5246129973566085886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress-test-1.html' title='Progress Test 1'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2013013188554287316</id><published>2008-08-21T00:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:36:15.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Flash Titbits</title><content type='html'>Just to entertain you guys with the flash I got from my former teacher who taught me computers knowledge. Feel free to leave comments. Will be uploading more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://webs.ono.com/mis-libros/egg_story04.swf"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://webs.ono.com/mis-libros/egg_story04.swf" height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div adblocktab="true" style="overflow: visible; display: block; position: relative; width: 0px; height: 0px; left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; top: 0px; z-index: 65535; opacity: 0.5;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: ridge; border-width: 2px 2px 0px; display: block; position: relative; left: -70px; top: -18px; width: 66px; height: 16px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 0px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; cursor: pointer; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; direction: ltr;"&gt;Adblock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to pause it from playing or it irritates you, right click in the screen I untick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-2013013188554287316?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2013013188554287316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2013013188554287316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2013013188554287316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2013013188554287316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/flash-titbits.html' title='Flash Titbits'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-3121547764942180970</id><published>2008-08-20T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:36:06.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humours'/><title type='text'>Males' Attention Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.narrehat.dk/jokeicons/angry_1.jpg" alt="angry" border="0" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE OFFICIAL RULES FOR THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:HQ33tVdvEeKtNM:http://bastardlogic.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/feminism.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For those of you who don’t already know, these are the rules that are in effect in every relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. The female always makes the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These rules are subject to change at any time without prior notification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/1227/malesignxt4.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. No male can possibly know all the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If the female suspects that the male knows all the rules, she must immediately change s&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lMVVeqr8ZgcMRM:http://www.kims-embroidery.com/images/ball_cap/Mrs_Always_Right.jpg" align="right" /&gt;ome or all of the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The female is never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the female is wrong it is because of a vagrant misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the male said or did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img364.imageshack.us/img364/57/sorryet5.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If rule number seven applies, the male must immediately apologize for causing the misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The female can change her mind at any given point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The male must never change his mind without express written consent of the female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The male must remain calm at all times, unless the female wants him to be angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The female must under no circumstances let the male know whether she want&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:5U5_twj6bm39bM:http://www.caoazul.com/loja/images/shut%2520up.gif" align="right" /&gt;s him to be calm, angry or upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Any attempt to document these rules could result in bodily harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The female always gets the last word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys out there, IF you want a relationship like me, follow these 15 essential guidelines to have a long term relationship like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inspired by A Joke A Day, Keeps The Blues Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-3121547764942180970?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3121547764942180970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=3121547764942180970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3121547764942180970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/3121547764942180970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/males-attention-please.html' title='Males&apos; Attention Please!'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5943920165545363352</id><published>2008-08-19T17:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:45:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding and Realize?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding and Realize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:XDfRhLjH9SDBVM:http://www.realize-boedeli.info/logo-realize.jpg" q="tbn:XDfRhLjH9SDBVM:http://www.realize-boedeli.info/logo-realize.jpg&amp;quot;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You sure that the one you talking to is your best friend? You consider someone as your best friend when you don't even tell her anything or what is happening in your life? That is more like you assume yourself as his/her best friend. Wikipedia what is best friend please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:700DF2V_EISYoM:http://adatingdiary.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dictionary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your CAPS don't refer to "let me see clearer" as to seem."OI, NO MONEY NO BETTER LIFE" wrote by ****. Doesn't seem to me that you want me to see that clearly. You "think" you should make things clear is so not constructive. Everyone can sit down and think but do nothing. I don't understand any of a reason that makes you cann't make things clear for us. What I ask from you is just how is your life? Hard to explain? Hard to make that things clear for us? To me, you are just finding excuses to avoid yourself from explaining or maybe you just want to avoid from talking bout this to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:8HpPi_t1dJExFM:http://www.dancollinscartoons.com/Illustrations/NoMoney_fs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 116px; height: 131px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:F0gsTQZIDFkwFM:http://myway-design.com/rip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyday you don't know what to do. Every human being wouldn't know what to do everyday, but what is planning for? Did you plan for your life? Planned it but never go for it equal to plan nothing. By now you should plan how to proceed your life with. Not just sit down in the church everyday and keep mumbling that you are earning very little and not enough to support your life. If you know the amount you earned not enough to support your family, please move your butt from the seat and look out for some other better job offers. Job don't come to you, you go for the job. I don't believe whole Puchong, non of the employer don't want to employ you with a better pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:tSNVQD5XhcFa9M:http://polizeros.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/suicide.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at your qualifications. You can be a telemarketer, secretary, data entry, etc. But why choose to stay in the church. Of course there are things we cann't see because you are the one running your life, not us running your life. You never tell, we never know. If you don't tell us what is the good/bad news in your life, what a best/special friends for? Just a title? I don't want such title. Those are just an imitate titles. Means nothing to me. I can say who ever is my wife, but I never get married to her, is she my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:v5fF9Qr5merocM:http://www.bristol.ac.uk/lifelong/lifelong-images/qualification.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not the guiltiness I want it to be in you, what I want is YOU to tell us how is your life, what you planned for your life, what we can help to solve your untellable tales, etc. But did you do that? And you still mention us as your so called best/special friend. "******* have no idea what to do in her head. dare not tell, dare not explain, dare not do,DARE NOT THINK" posted by ****. For God sake, you are almost 18, an almost matured adult I assume. DARE NOT THINK? So, wait God to give you answer to move on? Wait to get married and husband decides everything for you? Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:LSm5iFZgiNFLEM:http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/151/501287%7EJust-Married-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although we are slightly luckier than you, but don't think we are much luckier than you. I take myself as an example. I am just like you, just that my mom uses her EPF/savings to support my course's fee. But that is only enough for mine! After I graduate, I have to support back my brother. I get no allowance from my parents, you think i got RM50 every month from them? I am surviving barely on my last 3months pay which round up about RM3000 only. As I told you, I'm just slightly luckier than you just because I am able to study in college. But think properly, my course is only RM35k rounded up because I'm studying an Professional course. Can you see, RM35k invested in my college studies, don't it sound cheaper compare to other courses? Why I took that course, because it is cheapest among all I'm capable with. If not, I will just end up studying form6 now. There is no one cann't work and study at the same time, no such rubbish. I worked and study last semester. "When there is a will, there is a way." Depends whether you want to do it or not. Why I can and you cann't. What makes a difference between both of us? Other than our gender, but gender don't play a big role here. Confident go away, what rubbish you are talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident lies in someone forever. Everything is just an excuse. How sure are you that we are not going thru it? How you know what we never went thru it. What you see is just a physical us, is like how we see you. You said we don't understand, you understand mine? Smile/laugh as you like, only you and Lord knows you are laughing/smiling for real or not when you read my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never force you to pay everything in the beginning. I just letting you know that this thing still exist because it seems like you forgot bout it; you never mention or informed us anything. That's why it seems to me that you totally forgot bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... SORRY. EVERYTHING IS MY FAULT! I AM THE WRONG ONE. I ADMIT. OK? HAPPY?" Come on, 18 years old assuming you are matured, writing this? I wrote it in the very beginning, did I asking for apologize or guiltiness from you? You don't even understand what I am trying to tell you or message that I'm trying to pass to you then you simply bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:gS5NOic9PyjVAM:http://www.zwani.com/graphics/sorry/images/01sorry001.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please understand clearly what people are trying to tell you before you simply accusing people, so called sensitive girl. Why not just text me telling me that you hate what I wrote to you, ask me to becareful of what I wrote, letting me know that you are sensitive. Using other people to pass me that message, dare tell me right in front of me. I don't care how is friendship going on because not worth it to save back. Nothing meaningful to me anymore since I am just so called "best friend/special friend/friend" Is just a title, who cares bout that title?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5943920165545363352?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5943920165545363352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5943920165545363352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5943920165545363352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5943920165545363352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/understanding-and-realize-you-sure-that_19.html' title='Understanding and Realize?'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-5074856488054595402</id><published>2008-08-18T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:46:12.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention to him/her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger Who I Want Him/Her Attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SKmfQjuZphI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3aIXFwMr6tc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SKmfQjuZphI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3aIXFwMr6tc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235891148611495442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        If you consider me as your best friend, will I do this to you? What I said till I made you so pain? Did I said you cheat on us? What words I used that I am not careful with? Did I said that you affording a camera or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afford or not non of my concern. What I concern about is that you planned to save money to pursue your dream, but can you prioritise sumthing else? "I am planning to save $$ for a few things. I want to buy a camera"posted by ****. What I concern bout this sentence is your save $$ "for a few things". What I hope that is you able to prioritise on something else which you should prioritise on. If you asked me to be careful of my words, did you look back at yourself? What tone you are using when you are chatting with me, what fonts you are using? CAPS, did i use any caps when I am talking to you? Did I speak politely to you and try to make things clearer for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:zZpbatjMcrM9jM:http://urbanhorizon.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't say u bought a camera, I heard you plan to buy 1. Please read properly before simply accuse people. In your life, I am someone special, but I ruined everything today. I never regretted that I ruined it because I get to know what colors u are made from. Never want us to know what is going on in your life is not a solution. Is just avoiding the reality or avoiding us. Share with people reduces your stress and people might able to help you out and get to know you better. You chose to hide everything, who knows what is happening? I am not superman, I will never know what you are facing if you don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:c_S7DSWPEN38qM:http://img.tfd.com/wn/61/17E59E-accusing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did ask you how is your life but you seem secretive and keeping most of the things away from me. The answers you gave me all quite doubtful or I should say incomplete. So how should I judge bout your life when you gave me an incomplete answers."I am not sitting there spend on things that useless" posted by **** again. Prove it then! There is so many job offers who offer a better pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 103px; height: 105px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:nl8jDoQBsIKI0M:http://www.plmic.com/plmic-plm-pdm-images/plm-pdm-job-offering-display.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since you always said that you are out of money, why not look for it. Don't tell me that you cann't find 1. If I can, others can, why cann't you? Even a promoter also can earned up till Rm150. People with no qualification can find a better job, why cannt you? What makes a difference between you and us? Did you put an effort on finding 1? And did i said that you are sitting down doing nothing? I know you are working, I did ask you. People giving you help now, but you rejected. I help you find a job with a better pay, but u just rejected it.  So how you gonna improve your quality of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:YPP3mx8uHo-XyM:http://safe.cpb.or.kr/textdata/HOMEPAGE/200209/1900005/No%2520Money%25202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You said you will solve with us everything in 1 year but I heard no news bout it since I am in National Service til now. Which means already more then a year. And did you tell me what happened to you? You take me as a special/best friend, but did you informed me anything? Since I heard nothing from you, should I pursue myself to gather information? And I am not speaking up for myself only. I am speaking for the sake of others too. Did I asked you to pay me first? I put myself the last 1. So you think that I am money minded until i forced you to a dead end just because I am money minded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 128px; height: 105px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:2qWVGa1rtAVX0M:http://lib.colostate.edu/research/newspapers/newspaper_3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told you that day, I just passing you a message, did I force you or anything? I just want an explaination from you. I assumed your mom are also having the same thoughts like you since she quotes that "THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND" posted again by ****. Now I really opened up my eyes big big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bother anything until people asked me bout it and that is not only once, everytime he/she asked me, I will just answer him/her, "I will find a day to speak to her." But what I get in the end? I think whether I find a proper time or not, makes no different. Same ending I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thinks that you are still right in your own point of view, I won't bother bout it. Up to you what to think and up to those who knows bout this or read bout this thinks. I just want to expressed out my feelings here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-5074856488054595402?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5074856488054595402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=5074856488054595402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5074856488054595402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/5074856488054595402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-u-consider-i-m-ur-best-fren-wil-i-do.html' title='Attention to him/her'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tjLDwHAFhgI/SKmfQjuZphI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3aIXFwMr6tc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-2356897278308299805</id><published>2008-08-06T16:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:35:38.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>Driving Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 84px; height: 117px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:NOPC2efmF6IHfM:http://www.betterwaypress.com/images/trafficlight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey for those who are officially 17 years old, you must be thinking when can I drive, where can I get my license in the shortest period of time. After you found one, most of the parents will say  "Wah, so expansive ah? Don't want la, let me find you a cheaper one." By the time your parents found a cheaper one, you already start flying an aircraft. No doubt some of them are expansive(LEECHERS!), above RM900. But I just want to share my experience, I got my license for roughly around RM800 and I passed within a month. The instructor is great eventhough he is strict to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT'S HOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still have his number with me, those who need it can get it from me. Is not a good idea for me to post his number here in case he receive mid night toilet calls. Then I will be the one to be blame.&lt;br /&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/5685475058805887726-2356897278308299805?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2356897278308299805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=2356897278308299805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2356897278308299805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/2356897278308299805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/driving-lesson-hey-for-those-who-are.html' title='Driving Lesson'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-1792444954040010330</id><published>2008-08-05T23:49:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:35:34.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business'/><title type='text'>T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:lEbRPKNkDTTqKM:http://www.stewartcopeland.net/oscommerce/catalog/images/T-Shirt_GIZMO_425x425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:k9D4p0wDQwJldM:http://www.netbeans.org/images/v4/t-shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must have their own dream T-Shirt, eager to design your own T-Shirts. It might for an event, class T-Shirt, among your friend's own designated T-Shirt etc. As for me, I have few T-Shirt that design by my friends. For example Ryuk Tee with Baleno Active, my 5B class Tee with unknown brand, Quatermaster Tee etc. Few are stitches which believes last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT'S HOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's the deal, I know peoples who print and stitch tee. I might be able to help you to get a cheaper price if you order in bulk, as in 30 above. So what you need to do? Simply, e-mail - DummiesForLife@gmail.com your designs and notify me through cellphone, Msn or anyway that you can get to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-1792444954040010330?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1792444954040010330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=1792444954040010330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1792444954040010330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/1792444954040010330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-must-have-their-own-dream-t.html' title='T-Shirt'/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5685475058805887726.post-8386700388000271275</id><published>2008-08-05T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:47:22.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This blog was started not mainly because of interest, is just for someone I dedicated this blog to. I'm neither a good writer nor an excellent grammatical person. You might feel hard to read and some errors occurred, it's just because I don't do a second round check on my posting.&lt;br /&gt;Well, "Picture speaks a thousand words." I believe everyone know bout this phrase, so mainly my blog will have more pictures than descriptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5685475058805887726-8386700388000271275?l=dummiesforlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8386700388000271275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5685475058805887726&amp;postID=8386700388000271275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8386700388000271275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5685475058805887726/posts/default/8386700388000271275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dummiesforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction-this-blog-was-started-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lim Eng Yew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514846491184806357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
