<?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-8878395141959035321</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:38:54.020-08:00</updated><category term='braga'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Bullshit'/><category term='Chilling'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='food'/><category term='Combo'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='Cellphone'/><title type='text'>- SUANI -</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like a bubble.. It's unpredictable!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-8574218183371150125</id><published>2010-11-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:42:58.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braga'/><title type='text'>BRAGA@PORTUGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just another adventure in life! I've been given a scholarship to Portugal to study the Portuguese Language, Culture and History! Oh well, another way for me to travel around Europe I guess! The journey was pleasant as I got to know a few nice people on board! Oh well, me with my chatty mouth talks to almost everyone! ROFL~~Sanna is a girl from Finland and she is a tourist guide and been to Borneo many times to guide tourists from Finland. She was the first person who welcomed me to Europe and it is such a bless to know her!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/TM87veurHyI/AAAAAAAAARo/rq--0X4oVQ8/s400/sanna%26me.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534708153950347042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After reaching Schipol, Amsterdam, I was wandering around and also got to know Nazma, a portuguese lady from Lisbon. ROFL~~~ Again, I was talking and chatting with her as we were both waiting for our flight to Lisbon. She was busy shopping while I was busy looking at things. Gosh I kept on converting the prices! HAHAHA. I think it is normal as this is my first time in Europe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/TM9DVJfOdTI/AAAAAAAAARw/BzNBd9D-3bQ/s400/nazma%26me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534716497664832818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After arriving.. my friend Viviana was there to bring me all the way from Lisbon to Braga! She's such a dear friend~ This was the first time I am meeting her mom and I was really excited! She invited me over for Christmas and New Year in Lisbon! That was really early an invitation. Thank you so much! As Vivi was driving.. I got bored and took this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/TNLY-TdLWqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZvRzf1pAzlU/s400/IMG_6114-edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535725456877902498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for that pose Vivi~~ Anyways, I was busy taking pictures on the way to Braga.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivi and her mom haven't been to Braga before, this is like their little adventure or a short trip to Braga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/TNN7SjLgbbI/AAAAAAAAASA/sZKhFoHh3yc/s400/cats-edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At last, I am in Braga! Hope to get a new start and getting to know more people here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8878395141959035321-8574218183371150125?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8574218183371150125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=8574218183371150125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8574218183371150125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8574218183371150125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2010/11/bragaportugal.html' title='BRAGA@PORTUGAL'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/TM87veurHyI/AAAAAAAAARo/rq--0X4oVQ8/s72-c/sanna%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-6982218052046196719</id><published>2010-07-17T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:09:37.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CHAPTER OF LIFE!</title><content type='html'>Dear all, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been busy  with so many things that I do not know where to begin with. I felt so blessed with whatever I have achieved in the past one year! There is this saying, "no pain, no gain" which I truly believe in it. I can't keep smiling while blogging because I have left the sadness and sorrow behind and looking foward to a brighter and cheerful future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have recently got a scholarship to Portugal to learn their language, culture and history. I am happy to have had this opportunity coming to me and hoping it will change my life in many ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portugal, here I come! Bem-vindo menina! I will start blogging as soon as I am inspired to! LOLX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-6982218052046196719?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6982218052046196719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=6982218052046196719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6982218052046196719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6982218052046196719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-chapter-of-life.html' title='NEW CHAPTER OF LIFE!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-2083782939329119464</id><published>2009-10-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:09:01.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Heartaches and Sorrows of my life</title><content type='html'>A little thought after being hung up on the phone by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is weird that I do care what she says. Most of the time, I deny the fact that I don't care whatever she said. Many times, I will be attacked with abusive and nonsensical words. Truth to be told, I'm always surprised that I can still forgive her after that. Who am I not to as she has given me a LIFE.... Well, maybe, just maybe this is what I have to go through due to my past life act or relatively known as "karma". Being hated by your own mom isn't a good experience. Her main reason was, I resemble my aunt whom she hates a lot. Why do I get the blame when there are two gens combination in me!? This totally blows me off! Often questions pop in my head, "Do I have a choice in my life to pre-made how I look before I was born?" " Why do I have to be the victim for her whenever she's upset about my father's side of the family?" "How I wish to have a peaceful life in a family of no hatred but only love amongst themselves?" and so on. It's always, "How I wish....."! I'm tired of being emotionally conquered by my mom as I've done nothing wrong. Sorry for reminding you all the time of your, so called, "enemy", whom you hated so much. Towards the end of the day, I have no choice in choosing whoever I want myself to look alike, I'm just an innocent being born into this world with a future that yet unknown unless I've travelled. Sometimes, I wish to be out of the commotions that I've gone through and live my life happily and filled with love and care from people who I love and cherish. Sometimes, in life, we can't be too cautious because things happen for a reason and I truly believe that whatever happens I will go through it and be a thougher and stronger person that I hope I will be in the future. *I do not need to be a mothers pet but occasionally like to be loved and care like other kids who often hunger for their mother's love. I'm just an ordinary child with hope of being showered with love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-2083782939329119464?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2083782939329119464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=2083782939329119464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2083782939329119464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2083782939329119464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartaches-and-sorrows-of-my-life.html' title='Heartaches and Sorrows of my life'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-4736985163619932704</id><published>2009-05-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:57:56.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>F.A.M.I.L.Y!</title><content type='html'>What is Family? For over 20 over years, I’ve struggled to strive for an answer. In my opinion, one cannot specifically denote the meaning of “Family”. The proper way is to experience the warmth of one’s family. Unfortunately, not everyone has the fortune to feel the warmness of family. Personally, I’ve been longing to feel the warmth in the family for a long long time…. Often, questions kept running through my mind. Is it true that people have happy family? Why don’t I see that happening to my family? What have gone wrong? How can I fix it? Am I able to set things straight? The questions will be left unanswered as I do not know who I can tell my problems to. Indeed I have many friends but I do not want to bother them with my family problems. Why not live a happier life without troubling my friends. I do not want others to be miserable like me. It’s enough that I am going through all these things; I do not want others to be always sympathized towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember vividly, the harsh words that have been either shouted or said to me. Each time after arguments, my tears will be rolling down my cheek non stop. I feel sad that I have to end up with arguments. It is not about losing the arguments but it is about me having to argue with my mom. Most people must be thinking that I’m over sensitive and should just learn how to accept my own family. Honestly, I have sat down and think rationally of what have been happening to me. My relationship with my mother! Of course, I always wish her happiness and health but sometimes, I feel like I have to stand up for myself in certain situations. Although people might think that my mom is an “open minded” person, she is the total opposite of it. I feel sad that she doesn’t support in many aspects. Her reasoning was I am not dedicated to whatever I am doing. On the other hand, I always feel that failure is the best way to learn something. My mom doesn’t accept failures; she thinks failures are something people should avoid. People should only be looking at success and not failure! Tell me then, when will only my mom be a supportive towards me? The answer is NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what am I supposed to do? Will I ever be my mom’s best friend? Is it wrong to wish for that? I always wonder….. I do wish one day my wish will come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-4736985163619932704?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4736985163619932704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=4736985163619932704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4736985163619932704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4736985163619932704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/family.html' title='F.A.M.I.L.Y!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-3167647999528333982</id><published>2009-04-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:14:47.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cellphone'/><title type='text'>CELLPHONE!</title><content type='html'>Exam is over! Just few weeks before my examinations, my cellphone broke on me. Luckily, my bf had an extra phone to lend it to me. It's really frustrating because my Nokia Phone is just only 1 and a half year old. Nevermind, just forget about it. Tadaaaa... I saw something in between the pages of the local newspapers. It is Sony Ericsson W705.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sfc_A85Mq8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g9pVaAefvp4/s1600-h/sony-ericsson-w705-pictures-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sfc_A85Mq8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g9pVaAefvp4/s400/sony-ericsson-w705-pictures-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329797969594854338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W705 somewhere resembles W880 if we closely look at its edges and sides, sharply styled with &lt;em&gt;brushed aluminium&lt;/em&gt;, a subtle gold trim, plus a rubber-feel back panel. A 2.4-inch QVGA display dominates the front, giving a bright, clear and reasonably large platform for its multimedia spin-overs. Its dimensions are an acceptable 95(h) x 48(w) x 14.3(d)mm, and its weight which is 98g echoes the solid feel of the bodywork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conventional Sony Ericsson touch has been provided at the buttons galore, with the navigation D-pad and control keys laid out in an attractive circular array that’s grooved and raised in the right places for finger-tapping accuracy. &lt;em&gt;The main menu view can be changed if you prefer a more carousel or scrolling style of function selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wi-Fi can be switched on or off quickly by accessing the Activity Menu shortcuts using a hotkey on the control panel. &lt;em&gt;It’s useful for fast-tracking to other useful functions too, like &lt;strong&gt;Bluetooth, Google Maps, TrackID &lt;/strong&gt;or the phone’s browser. &lt;/em&gt;Wi-Fi is a &lt;strong&gt;real no-hassle experience,&lt;/strong&gt; activating without fuss, and able to auto connect seamlessly when you’re in range of your selected hotspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slider mechanism is smooth and feels robust, while the numberpad is neatly engineered - with a contoured surface and marker dots helping to differentiate numbers on the panel.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; This Walkman phone leaves main music player control duties to the navigation pad - although there’s also a tiny Walkman key on the top of the phone, for activating the player and initiating its Shake Control operation. &lt;em&gt;This motion-operated gadgetry utilises the built in accelerometer that also auto-rotates the display in certain functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That there’s no 3.5mm headphone socket on a specialist music mobile is a regular source of irritation when we’re looking at Walkman phones, particularly when the alternative is a lumpy proprietary multi-connector awkwardly positioned on the side (for maximum in-pocket snagging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the onboard memory totals 120MB, the 4GB in-box memory card is a decent enough amount of in-box storage for loading tunes. This can be done in the usual ways, using the USB cable and Media Manager software, drag-and-dropping in Mass Storage mode, or Bluetooth transferring is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the camera on the W705 takes a back seat to the music player, in typical Walkman phone fashion. It has a similar, if less sophisticated, user interface as its Cyber-shot brethren, and automatically switches to landscape camera mode, but the 3.2-megapixel camera here lacks the all-round shooting ability of Sony Ericsson’s photo-centric handsets.It has a fixed focus lens rather than using an autofocus system, and results are average for this sort of shooter. Image detail is limited, and although shots can look reasonable in good lighting conditions, images can look soft with lower light. In darker environments, there’s plenty of grain apparent, and the LED flash has limited effect over more than a short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standard settings adjustments are included, plus image tweaking options. Uploading images and video online is also possible, with Sony Ericsson supplementing its standard&lt;strong&gt; Blogger &lt;/strong&gt;upload option with others for &lt;strong&gt;MySpace&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Picasa&lt;/strong&gt;, plus a further option to tap in settings for any other services &lt;em&gt;you prefer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The online activity includes a typical NetFront browser that’s speedy and serviceable to use. There are plenty of other useful, fun and frivolous features under the W705’s bonnet, from a Walk Mate motion-activated pedometer for tracking your daily steps and an AccuWeather.com weather updater to a Music Quiz based on your tracks and an odd Rock Bobblehead motion controlled animation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Among the five games included are motion-activated bowling and 3D driving games. The usual solid toolbox of organiser apps and functions are present and correct too, including calendar, calculator, tasks and notes, world clocks, timer, stopwatch, voice recorder, and code memo apps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Email, IM and other phone messaging facilities are available, while Sony Ericsson has implemented a Conversations facility to view threads of messages from your phonebook contacts(a good interactive approach!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it won’t have any GPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battery performance is adequate, with the W705 delivering over two days of action with normal usage levels and Wi-Fi active.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally, to quote: &lt;em&gt;“Its typically decent set of mid-range features are bolstered by a terrific music player performance and Wi-Fi connectivity”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Taken from,  -&lt;strong&gt;SE-LifeStyle News Team&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-3167647999528333982?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3167647999528333982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=3167647999528333982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3167647999528333982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3167647999528333982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/cellphone.html' title='CELLPHONE!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sfc_A85Mq8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/g9pVaAefvp4/s72-c/sony-ericsson-w705-pictures-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-1750806607307276433</id><published>2009-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:13:52.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Combo'/><title type='text'>EXAM~!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating this blog lately. I have been busy with my examination. Yeah, today, 22nd April 2009, I've just finished two papers. Crossing my fingers, hope that everything will be going smooth sailing. I have another paper on Friday morning, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Varieties of English"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Errrrhhh, I hate to remember facts. I have no other choice but to go through this horror~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... little secret here... I am feeling guilty now. I have been playing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mafia Wars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in between my study....&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;~~!! I feel so bad for myself!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Se9XC9_xpjI/AAAAAAAAARI/8BL8voeU-W8/s1600-h/Mafia%2520Wars-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Se9XC9_xpjI/AAAAAAAAARI/8BL8voeU-W8/s200/Mafia%2520Wars-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327572592715998770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still couldn't believe that I'm addicted to this game. One definite conclusion is, facebook applications can make you addicted to it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO...BEWARE!!!&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/8878395141959035321-1750806607307276433?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1750806607307276433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=1750806607307276433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/1750806607307276433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/1750806607307276433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/exam.html' title='EXAM~!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Se9XC9_xpjI/AAAAAAAAARI/8BL8voeU-W8/s72-c/Mafia%2520Wars-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-4172678041056029664</id><published>2009-04-21T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:50:14.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING by CORNEILLE</title><content type='html'>It is not just only a song. The first time I heard this song, I felt like this is what my bf have been trying to tell me all this while. I'm glad there's a song for him to express what he felt deep in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Y9vLeYlbLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Y9vLeYlbLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but you're so many other things&lt;br /&gt;that only I understand&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but I love you like no other can(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be perfect&lt;br /&gt;only to match one half of you&lt;br /&gt;then that would be perfect&lt;br /&gt;but with nothing else to prove to you&lt;br /&gt;how could I deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but you're so many other things&lt;br /&gt;that only I understand&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but I love you like no other can(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was nothing but beautiful&lt;br /&gt;inside and out my past included&lt;br /&gt;now wouldn't that be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldn't have cried and sweat to earn it, to deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just a man)&lt;br /&gt;but you're so many other things&lt;br /&gt;that only I understand&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;(just a man)&lt;br /&gt;but I love you like no other can(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say a woman is closer to perfect than a man will ever be&lt;br /&gt;if there is any truth to that than you were born way ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;plus you grew to become more than a woman&lt;br /&gt;but this love is gonna make me&lt;br /&gt;(this love is gonna make me)&lt;br /&gt;work myself up to you&lt;br /&gt;work myself up to the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just a man)&lt;br /&gt;but you're so many other things&lt;br /&gt;(so many other things)&lt;br /&gt;that only I understand&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but I love you like no other can(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but you're so many other things&lt;br /&gt;that only I understand&lt;br /&gt;you're too much of everything&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;but I love you like no other can(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole album from him was great. Everyone should get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8878395141959035321-4172678041056029664?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4172678041056029664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=4172678041056029664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4172678041056029664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4172678041056029664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-much-of-everything-by-corneille.html' title='TOO MUCH OF EVERYTHING by CORNEILLE'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5677323386333135858</id><published>2009-04-19T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:53:57.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>Boring Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Well, I wouldn't say it's totally boring Saturday! At least at night, my boyfriend thought it would be more fun to take me out instead of staying at home. I know he's tired but he still want me to be happy. Thank you darling! We went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restaurant Teow Chew Meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had a really satisfying meal. We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tomyam noodle, Mango "kerabu"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lettuce&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy...  Well, pardon me with the pictures because I've totally forgot about taking the pictures until it's almost finish. LOLS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SertEcNqdvI/AAAAAAAAARA/68i0SmSdE_M/s1600-h/IMG_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SertEcNqdvI/AAAAAAAAARA/68i0SmSdE_M/s200/IMG_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326330169867794162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SertEB__AWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/o_2-Mta2qIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SertEB__AWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/o_2-Mta2qIQ/s200/IMG_0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326330162831098210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I still do not want to go back and had the idea of going to cyber cafe to play games together. So, we went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chronos Cyber Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, Ivan and Peter were supposed to go there too but we weren't there to play with them because I am still a NOOB. LOLZ... To my surprise, Bandar Utama is quite packed with people. I kept telling my bf that I didn't know they have "night life" here. Anyway, I played Need For Speed and Serious Sam with my boyfriend. I know he did all those things to please me. That's why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you boo&lt;/span&gt;. In my opinion, I do think that he wanted to play &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Left Or Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with those guys but instead spend his time with me. It was fun and this is the first time I ever play games in Cyber Cafe!&lt;br /&gt;Well, well... Mr. Alex Deo called and wanted to have a drink and as we were telling him about the wonderful experience with bf's cousin at Hartamas in Finnegans. Then, he suddenly have the urged to drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kilkenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; and recommended a place at Section 17. Hmm... Yes, I've never heard befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;e. Unfortunately, it was closed. OMG... they just had A&amp;amp;W yesterday and they are both still craving for the chicken. Errrgghh, they both claimed to it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"GUILTY MEAL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. I told them why not just get some beer and chill out. So, we when to 7 Eleven and gotten each a can of beer. *Ben and me just got a can of Shandy each.LOLZ... Nvm... we had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So, my bf decided to go to the park and hang out there. Not long after that, there's a dark blue colour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;PAJERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; passed by with a spot light directly shinned into our car. HAHA.. It's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JAIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;people... Well, to my surprised they both didn't know what was that before I told them. Well, guess that "Kampung" people know this better ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It's good to have something to be excited about at the end of the day. I think I should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;for each day that I live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8878395141959035321-5677323386333135858?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5677323386333135858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5677323386333135858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5677323386333135858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5677323386333135858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/boring-saturday.html' title='Boring Saturday!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SertEcNqdvI/AAAAAAAAARA/68i0SmSdE_M/s72-c/IMG_0609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-8797461356525956656</id><published>2009-04-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:07:34.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Abandonees .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COriangel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should I trust a person entirely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I give my love to a person entirely?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Should I tell a person my whole secret entirely?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I questioned myself! I can’t bare mistakes anymore! All I want is for that person to be as faithful and trustworthy as they can. BUT… is that person willing to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“open”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me? I doubt it! I know it’s really difficult for a person who is always closed up to himself for almost 20 over years to be open to me within a year. Anyway, I will have to have&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is sad for someone you love so much to tell you to get down of the car just because he wanted to have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“private”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moments with his so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;“best friend”&lt;/span&gt;. I don’t know what the big deal of me being there. Or does he have the rights to do so? I am so confused! Sometimes, knowing something doesn’t mean you know everything. I’m so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;doomed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe I’m thinking too much. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S : They have been talking for more than an hour without me! So.. am I being control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;freak? Tell me then…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-8797461356525956656?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8797461356525956656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=8797461356525956656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8797461356525956656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8797461356525956656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/abandonees.html' title='Abandonees .....'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-7433391701997287687</id><published>2009-04-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:55:39.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>A Session with friends</title><content type='html'>As I was saying, I have been studying for a while. I feel like having a break. So, I've called one of my friend out for a session of drinking at Mid Valley since she has coupons for DOME which she got it from a lucky draw last month. Well, we went to DOME and spent it all on good food! A few pictures were taken.&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMfq3FUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VXgskOGNPIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMfq3FUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VXgskOGNPIQ/s200/IMG_0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325743169025283394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMbIydZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_Ug7ydEawcs/s1600-h/IMG_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMbIydZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_Ug7ydEawcs/s200/IMG_0593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325743167808632210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXLwsAwII/AAAAAAAAAPg/4ZboUSOHabE/s1600-h/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXLwsAwII/AAAAAAAAAPg/4ZboUSOHabE/s200/IMG_0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325743156413644930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMp3UaBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/G7xqjKMNJe8/s1600-h/IMG_0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMp3UaBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/G7xqjKMNJe8/s200/IMG_0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325743171761891346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there was this contest where we have to come out with a slogan " &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love DOME because....&lt;/span&gt; ". If we win, we will be able to get vouchers to buy high end stuff. Hahaha... I doubt we will win anyway. I have also taken pictures of food too.&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZODj0mkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l-kf3GGYsTc/s1600-h/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZODj0mkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l-kf3GGYsTc/s200/IMG_0602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745394862561858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNyiwMTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ng99RUuaWWI/s1600-h/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNyiwMTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ng99RUuaWWI/s200/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745390294675762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNgonifI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YMsUke-jtIU/s1600-h/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNgonifI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YMsUke-jtIU/s200/IMG_0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745385487436274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNkncwHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Qjm0SbJU1q8/s1600-h/IMG_0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejZNkncwHI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Qjm0SbJU1q8/s200/IMG_0596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745386556276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have spend more than RM50, we get to order our starter for only RM5 which usually is RM15.  The mushrooms soup was great! I've ordered Pasta with seafood, Adri ordered Linguini Olio, and Phoebe has ordered Buttered Beed with Salad. The food was great and I love the hospitality and the warmth of the place.&lt;br /&gt;Besides eating, we also accompanied Adri to buy some clothes and I was so tempted to buy something  but do not have enough money. HAHA.. What a good way for not buying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day did not ended that way. Later, my bf's friend called and asked whether we want to go out for supper with him. At first, I suggested 223, nasi lemak panas with otak-otak but when we get there due to the conjestion. They decided to go to A&amp;amp;W. OMG! It's not good for me because I have been putting on a lot of weights. Anyway, I did not eat but get a few bites from my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sejbkno7dQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uKKHmK7TUgo/s1600-h/IMG_0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sejbkno7dQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uKKHmK7TUgo/s200/IMG_0607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325747981528036610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*The reason why they did not gave us the frosty mug was there's no water supply at that time.&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/8878395141959035321-7433391701997287687?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7433391701997287687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=7433391701997287687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7433391701997287687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7433391701997287687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/session-with-friends.html' title='A Session with friends'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SejXMfq3FUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/VXgskOGNPIQ/s72-c/IMG_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-9019719492076709643</id><published>2009-04-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:53:23.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bullshit'/><title type='text'>STUDY! STUDY! STUDY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;What have I been doing for the past few days&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;Literally staring at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;notes!&lt;/span&gt; I have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; but I can't seem to remember anything! I can't take it anymore! I have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relax &lt;/span&gt;a little bit. So, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;I will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;going out &lt;/span&gt;with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;... Hope that I will get my ass off the chair and enjoy my night out. Adeus amigas, boa noite! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COriangel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;è tarde.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/8878395141959035321-9019719492076709643?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9019719492076709643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=9019719492076709643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/9019719492076709643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/9019719492076709643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/study-study-study.html' title='STUDY! STUDY! STUDY!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5963625261889967184</id><published>2009-04-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:23:25.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chilling'/><title type='text'>CHILLING OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last Monday, 13th of April, my boyfriend’s cousin who was just dropping by in Malaysia wanted to chill out together. He hasn’t been to Malaysia since 2007. So, all of us went to Hartamas for chill out session. There were six of us, Ben, me, Jim, Min Li, Prakash, and Nathaniel. At first, it was a little awkward because I don’t know Nathaniel that well. Later, as everyone has drank more and gotten into our nerves. HAHAHA… Prakash was talking to my bf about the Film Industry in Malaysia. Out of no where, Nathaniel asked me to tell something about my bf, who is his cousin but they hardly see each other. I was a little shy to tell him but later on was more comfortable because of the alcohol. We all had a great night together before he went off to London the next morning. Adios! Below are a few pictures taken when we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedRHiahl5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BjJL2eZYGBc/s1600-h/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedRHiahl5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BjJL2eZYGBc/s200/IMG_0582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325314274327893906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jim, Nathaniel, Prakash, Min Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedRHQNiTuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OY4S_lsEtSo/s1600-h/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedRHQNiTuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OY4S_lsEtSo/s200/IMG_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325314269441576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left to right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nathaniel and Min Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual, Min Li with her funny faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedTs3TQQOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Rf2l4HK6QNg/s1600-h/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedTs3TQQOI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Rf2l4HK6QNg/s200/IMG_0578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325317114612957410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8878395141959035321-5963625261889967184?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5963625261889967184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5963625261889967184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5963625261889967184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5963625261889967184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/chilling-out.html' title='CHILLING OUT!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedRHiahl5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/BjJL2eZYGBc/s72-c/IMG_0582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-3698447732320586626</id><published>2009-04-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:07:53.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>BUONASERA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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This was my second visit to there. I still love the food very much. It's not only good but exquisite. I was again speechless when I tasted the food. I was happy because many of us and we could order more varieties of food to try. The bill ended up about RM300 for 5 person which I think it’s reasonable. Below are the foods that we’ve ordered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedFMpPN7dI/AAAAAAAAANc/tgOXbHrZAiw/s1600-h/IMG_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedFMpPN7dI/AAAAAAAAANc/tgOXbHrZAiw/s200/IMG_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325301167919328722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizza&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDmABJCFI/AAAAAAAAANM/6qdsR7q7qb0/s1600-h/IMG_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDmABJCFI/AAAAAAAAANM/6qdsR7q7qb0/s200/IMG_0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299404507777106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish and Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDl82wZ6I/AAAAAAAAANE/eyUDfDa4xnk/s1600-h/IMG_0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDl82wZ6I/AAAAAAAAANE/eyUDfDa4xnk/s200/IMG_0572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299403658913698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pork Sausage , mash potatoes, and salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDlptJNeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iO58I0WK8lE/s1600-h/IMG_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedDlptJNeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iO58I0WK8lE/s200/IMG_0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299398518322658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasagna&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_ASemK1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/j5RIPS7LMWU/s1600-h/IMG_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_ASemK1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/j5RIPS7LMWU/s200/IMG_0569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294358581619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamb Shank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_ADk7lbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JNKCKhTU5ws/s1600-h/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_ADk7lbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JNKCKhTU5ws/s200/IMG_0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294354581657010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Calimari&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_AP42zkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6nUKuayCR9k/s1600-h/IMG_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec_AP42zkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6nUKuayCR9k/s200/IMG_0565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294357886455362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Penne with onions, cream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec-_4FuTII/AAAAAAAAAMc/wOGwnM1ibWo/s1600-h/IMG_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/Sec-_4FuTII/AAAAAAAAAMc/wOGwnM1ibWo/s200/IMG_0564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325294351497972866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Below are the food that my bf and I ordered when we first visited there. It was our Valentine's dinner. I am very satisfied with the food and felt that we went to the right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX5w6v0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DVi6uLsC2nQ/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX5w6v0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DVi6uLsC2nQ/s200/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325302460845834050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rum and Raisins Gelato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX8zVbUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/172aRqzKofk/s1600-h/DSC00849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX8zVbUI/AAAAAAAAAN8/172aRqzKofk/s200/DSC00849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325302461661277506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pork ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX4DpjlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p36DK_j8b8o/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGX4DpjlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p36DK_j8b8o/s200/DSC00847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325302460387528274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Spaggethi with Salmon&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/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGXg2nRKI/AAAAAAAAANs/wgixvyYqKbo/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGXg2nRKI/AAAAAAAAANs/wgixvyYqKbo/s200/DSC00845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325302454158836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Squids stuffed with minced prawns, vegetables....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGXvFrEoI/AAAAAAAAANk/i2Qova9K6uU/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedGXvFrEoI/AAAAAAAAANk/i2Qova9K6uU/s200/DSC00844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325302457980097154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tomato soup&lt;/span&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/8878395141959035321-3698447732320586626?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3698447732320586626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=3698447732320586626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3698447732320586626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3698447732320586626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/buonasera.html' title='BUONASERA!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SedFMpPN7dI/AAAAAAAAANc/tgOXbHrZAiw/s72-c/IMG_0576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5965827422959001456</id><published>2009-04-15T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:20:02.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>BLESSED AND HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I’ve been busy with my life, study and also love! It wasn’t a bad combination. In fact, I love it! Balancing my life with all the workloads definitely help me to be more independent. I was counting the weeks before I could finish my study. Started of with my proposal for my year end research paper, class tests, first draft……, other assignments and projects, presentations, orals, last but not least…. Time to hand in my RESEARCH PAPER! It was such a relief. I am so happy with my work and keep my fingers crossed that I pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Besides classes, I also go out most of the weekends. First, November was my birthday. Then, in December was Christmas. The month of January was the first month of the year 2009! February was Chinese New Year and… March *tadddaaa* my anniversary with my darling! So, basically.. I’ve gotten presents for all those months. I’m really happy and speechless because I’ve never been loved this way before. Each beautiful poems that was written for me… I’m really thrilled each time I received it. Thank you boo… I LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Chinese New Year was a short one for my family and me. This is due to the short study leave we all (siblings) have. Although it’s short, we had our rituals like visiting to our relatives. It was a shame that I did not manage to take any picture this time round because my brother has forgotten to bring the camera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    For my birthday, my darling bought me a PSP 2000. Even tough I don’t really play games; we make us of the PSP to bond with each other. My darling will make sure to get games that require two players. He actually planned everything for me. Thank you darling. For our anniversary, my darling bought me a digital camera Canon Digital IXUS 870 IS. I was happy and thrilled to get the gift but ultimately, lucky to have such a good boyfriend. Love you boo… Thank you for everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    There are so many other small gifts that he has given me and I couldn’t be happier and blessed to have him. I just wish that our relationship will grow stronger each day despite the ups and downs. LOVE YOU! LOVE YOU!!! Darling… Hugs and kisses from me… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-5965827422959001456?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5965827422959001456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5965827422959001456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5965827422959001456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5965827422959001456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-and-done-with.html' title='BLESSED AND HAPPY!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-7662041517145125867</id><published>2008-10-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:59:41.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Class or Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have decided to tell you all the synopsis of the drama series of "your class or mine".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's the battle of the sexes on the football field.&lt;br /&gt;Can a woman become a better coach than a man?&lt;br /&gt;Pang Kam-Chau (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bobby Au-Yeung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Au-Yeung"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Bobby Au-Yeung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;) is left broke when his ex-girlfriend takes everything away from him but leaves him with a pile of debt. He hides in a soccer stadium to run from the loan sharks where he overhears Jason Ching Kwok-Chu (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Derek Kok" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derek_Kok"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Derek Kok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;) discussing with a business partner on sponsoring the Keegan Spirit soccer team for his brand Legend. However, they lack faith from the first quarter match. Hearing this perfect opportunity to possibly regain his wealth, Chau befriends the team coach, Fan Dai-Wai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Benz Hui" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benz_Hui"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Benz Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;), and is given the title of Operation Director of the soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;With the win in the second quarter, Chau approaches Jason and his business partner to sponsor the team, by promising to make the "three treasures" of the team, Lam Yik-Dan (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Kelvin Leung (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kelvin_Leung&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kelvin Leung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;), Chan Lik-Ban (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Oscar Leung (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Oscar_Leung&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oscar Leung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;), and Fan Pui-Tung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Him Law (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Him_Law&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Him Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;) into academically fit soccer players and bring the soccer team to the A league. They agree to sponsor and with Jason's hidden relationship with Kelly Yim Ka-Lai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Sheren Tang" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheren_Tang"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sheren Tang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;), nicknamed A+ tutor, he persuaded her to tutor the three players for the upcoming national examination. Due to the poor academic levels of the three soccer players, with the help of Chau, they cheated on a practice test. Kelly finds out and refuses to continue tutoring. However Chau tricked Kelly to a press conference where he announced that Kelly will be responsible for the academics of the three treasures. Kelly angered but cannot back out, forced herself to announced that if the three players cannot achieve a grade of 20 points then Chau will automatically resign from his post.&lt;br /&gt;Chau and Kelly continued to have their differences, but always put the benefits of the three treasures in mind. One day an intimate photograph of Kelly and Jason was published in a magazine. Jason's father is outraged and demotes Jason, giving the responsibility of the soccer team to his younger brother, Benny Ching Kwok-Ho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Vincent Wong (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vincent_Wong&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Vincent Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;). Kelly's reputation is also ruined causing her to lose students and upsets the three treasures. How will the soccer team, the three treasures, and Kelly overcome this obstacle...?&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/8878395141959035321-7662041517145125867?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7662041517145125867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=7662041517145125867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7662041517145125867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7662041517145125867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-decided-to-tell-you-all-synopsis.html' title='Your Class or Mine'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5131780180105754030</id><published>2008-10-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:40:53.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COCONUT RICE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I promised my friend to blog about this incident. As usual, I was busy studying and also finishing up my last minute assignment. I did not understand certain things, so I've decided to call my friend to clarify some doubts. Oh well, when we are on the phone, we tend to talk about something else. I was asking her whether tomorrow she wants to have lunch with me. She said she will be having coconut rice and do not want to eat the canteen's food. Well, I was curious about the "coconut rice". When she offered to buy for me, without thinking much, I replied "yes". As our conversation continue, I still can't get off my mind about the coconut rice because what I could imagine was basically, rice with some coconut beside it&lt;coconut+rice&gt;. HAHAHA... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know that's funny&lt;/span&gt;) Without any hesitation, I asked her what is coconut rice.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OMG! &lt;/span&gt;She told me that it is actually "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;". I was laughing non stop and told her off that it would be easier if she said "nasi lemak" instead of "coconut rice". LOLZ...&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to her office and she had the " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;coconut rice &lt;/span&gt;". I ate too much of "coconut rice" when I was younger during my school time. I don't feel like eating it anymore nowadays. That same evening, another friend of us bought a whole basket of "coconut rice" from the Art's Faculty's canteen and she offered all of us each a packet. And my friend was laughing and said that today I meant to eat the "coconut rice". Basically, I told everyone about the story and they laughed. LOLZ.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;What a day!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/coconut+rice&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259960196528639250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 134px; height: 179px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8h7ibIjRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/K6FB8CkPQ5I/s200/2514134166_6802dd6d45.jpg" border="0" width="133" height="162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Here's a glimpse of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;coconut rice&lt;/span&gt;"/"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-5131780180105754030?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5131780180105754030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5131780180105754030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5131780180105754030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5131780180105754030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/coconut-rice.html' title='COCONUT RICE!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8h7ibIjRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/K6FB8CkPQ5I/s72-c/2514134166_6802dd6d45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-2167169139222498073</id><published>2008-10-22T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:22:15.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUZZING AROUND .. &lt;&lt; LOOKING FOR HONEY&gt;&gt;BUSY BEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm buzzing around doing so many things that I've forgotten to update my blog. Going in and out the house was what I basically did for the last few weeks! Somehow, I don't fell like going online and rather watch some Chinese Drama Series. Despite the busy schedule, I still managed to complete watching one of TVB Chinese Drama Series. :) I thought I was over with my holidays over the Hari Raya but I was wrong! My brother downloaded it for me and I just can’t stop watching them because the story was interesting. I was surprised that I actually interested in the story of that particular movie rather than the ending. Oh yeah, the movie that I was mumbling about is “Your class or mine”. I won’t be telling you what the movie is about because some of you all might have watched it or some are just about to watch. Enjoy it! LOLZ….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8G_ZQetvI/AAAAAAAAALg/mr1A5GnAQno/s1600-h/800px-Your_Class_or_Mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259930575973562098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8G_ZQetvI/AAAAAAAAALg/mr1A5GnAQno/s200/800px-Your_Class_or_Mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cover of the drama. Hope you people watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also busy with my assignments and many tests. It was the last two weeks' of the semester. Today I finally have the time to go online and surfing the internet without any worries.Exams are just around the corner which means I can’t relax much too. I feel like I'm a BEE! Busy busy busy.... finding a life, studing, finding a shelter, and the list could just go on and on.... Yes, I am finding a new place to stay. I hope to get a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259936412526176354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8MTIHD6GI/AAAAAAAAALo/2zOM2inGdMY/s200/bee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously... I feel like I'm a bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last weekend, my boyfriend and I went to one of his friend's house warming party. Since it was Saturday, the cooking day or "Lay Suan's day", we decided to cook for party. We made Mash Potatoes, fried mushrooms and also stir-fry mushrooms with oyster sauce. Hmm... we were glad that they all enjoyed it and managed to finish everything. :) On the other hand, the host of the party bought KFC's and Dominos. We felt that it actually complement the food that they've bought because we prepared vegetables. LOLZ... Anyway, it was a pleasant night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-2167169139222498073?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2167169139222498073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=2167169139222498073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2167169139222498073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2167169139222498073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/buzzing-around-busy-bee.html' title='BUZZING AROUND .. &lt;&lt; LOOKING FOR HONEY&gt;&gt;BUSY BEE!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SP8G_ZQetvI/AAAAAAAAALg/mr1A5GnAQno/s72-c/800px-Your_Class_or_Mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-2623424225447392098</id><published>2008-10-09T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:11:03.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAVELLING</title><content type='html'>I do not know why lately I have the urge to go travelling very badly. I just came back from Macau and Hong Kong last 2 months. Isn't that sufficient? Oh no! I've learnt a lot from the trip and I wish to learn more and to search for what I've been wanting all my life. Through travelling, I belief one could gain experiences and also learn something out of it. I've learnt to be more independent, socializing and communicating with other people especially when I could make use of the languages that I've learnt in University.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to life, we have to experience in order to understand life more. The world is like a big classroom where life experiences are our teacher to us. It might leave marks but definitely we could learn something. Knowing new people could also open our horizon of understanding people and the world. I couldn't deny that different people from different background has different point of view in everything.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in this short period of time after my graduation I could work a little harder to save up some money to go travelling in order to exposed myself to the outside world. I feel like I'm being trapped in a world where you can't give any critics and definitely obeying every single rules. I do not know how to rebel to these situations especially when elderly people are being involved. I always think to myself. Do I have my own stand? Could I able to make my own decisions? Will I every make any wrong move? Could I be able to stand up after making wrong decision in life? What will other people say about me? Do I really care about what others think about me? These are some of the questions that have been lingering around my mind. I'm so blind in my own future. Sad to say that I'm not being myself enough to go through all these bumps of life which require self confidence and realization which I know I DO NOT HAVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-2623424225447392098?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2623424225447392098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=2623424225447392098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2623424225447392098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/2623424225447392098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/travelling.html' title='TRAVELLING'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-3324469855729101941</id><published>2008-10-09T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:51:50.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Finally, after the long holiday from hometown with relaxing and at the same time excruciating pain I’ve experienced from the massaging session I had, due to my ankle sprained from the past two weeks. According to the “master”, I’ve sprained my ankle for many times hence when I walk or stand too much, the pain occur and I felt the uncomfortable pain when I’m using my feet to walk. Another bad experience was when my brother and I were trapped in the jam along the highway on our way back to KL. LOLZ… It took us 6 hours to reach instead of 4 hours. Anyway, it’s over and done with. We both reach KL safe and sound... That’s the important part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Besides that, I’ve attended a wedding dinner of my boyfriend’s cousin who born and grew up in England. The main reason why they want to have another wedding dinner was to experience the Chinese way of wedding. Since Paul has not been exposed much to the Chinese culture, both the bride and bridegroom wanted to experience the Chinese style of wedding which include tea ceremony to the elderly. It is of course an eye opener for both of them when some of the relatives shouted that they need to kneel down on their knees to perform the ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Nonetheless, the majorities weren’t fussy and wanted both of them to enjoy the whole process. They ended up performing it by standing. * In my own opinion, if they really wanted to experience the real Chinese way of performing the Tea Ceremony, they should kneel down on their knees. Although it might take a lot of courage for them to do it, at least they are proud of it when they are being asked about their experiences in Chinese style. Anyway, that’s only my two cents. Who cares, as long as they are happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        There were many pictures taken by the professional photographer. I would like to wish Paul and Amanda, Happy building up a family together and happy you both will be there for each other through good and bad times. Congratulations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m96hBcNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zjO652lAj0I/s1600-h/YCH_4551.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255391766542119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m96hBcNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zjO652lAj0I/s200/YCH_4551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m96hBcNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zjO652lAj0I/s1600-h/YCH_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Wedding was held at Sunway Resort.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m-CrHRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-eFHJ5QrA8M/s1600-h/YCH_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255391768731927842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m-CrHRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-eFHJ5QrA8M/s200/YCH_4550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m-CrHRSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-eFHJ5QrA8M/s1600-h/YCH_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the gift for the guest. It is a bottle of Chinese Wine.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qThvlt2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/e3cXGVIrKok/s1600-h/YCH_4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395436384335714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qThvlt2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/e3cXGVIrKok/s200/YCH_4554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I thought that this folded birds were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qTsnkGPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n36FPFpQY7g/s1600-h/YCH_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395439303465202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qTsnkGPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/n36FPFpQY7g/s200/YCH_4568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The stage arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qT4_m4wI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FgDAWzmSKEw/s1600-h/YCH_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395442625536770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qT4_m4wI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FgDAWzmSKEw/s200/YCH_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guest book. Many wishes were written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qT5ifQ4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QjH3raZGUY4/s1600-h/YCH_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395442771837826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qT5ifQ4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/QjH3raZGUY4/s200/YCH_4562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some random picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qUFT-oYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FaUzcDKTnc0/s1600-h/YCH_4615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255395445932204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7qUFT-oYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FaUzcDKTnc0/s200/YCH_4615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet Amanda. She's a nurse. Caring and loving type of person.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7sQAlEUFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jrnNWOv3dXA/s1600-h/YCH_4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255397574965481554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7sQAlEUFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jrnNWOv3dXA/s200/YCH_4619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul.. wishing he's ever young... LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7sQTBjn2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/N1OZqr48r8Q/s1600-h/YCH_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255397579916812130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7sQTBjn2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/N1OZqr48r8Q/s200/YCH_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Loving couple...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-3324469855729101941?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3324469855729101941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=3324469855729101941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3324469855729101941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3324469855729101941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/congratulations.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SO7m96hBcNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zjO652lAj0I/s72-c/YCH_4551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-6276555623394453474</id><published>2008-10-02T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:45:57.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- HEAVEN - Relaxing and peaceful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A day without stress, worries, exhaustions, and the list can go on and on. I have never been this relax since … Hmm… I don’t even know when. Well, yesterday was a blissful day! Woke up at 10 am, I still thought everything would pretty much be the same. Hahaha.. I was wrong. After lunch, brother was pestering mom to go to Tesco ( Taiping Sentral ) so that he could get his groceries or stock back to KL. Of course, I would follow too. We bought so many things that it could last for more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that there were many Malays doing their shopping and buying stuffs. Shouldn't they be visiting the graveyard or families or relatives? Well, in these modern days, things sure have changed. I could remember, last time, during Hari Raya Aidilfitri especially the first day, you hardly see any Malays going to the supermarkets or shopping. Time surely has changed everything!&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping, we brother told my mom to go for “High Tea”. OMG! Then, my mom was thinking of Old Town White Coffee. The newly opened Taiping Sentral seems to be so compact. They have Starbucks, Sushi King, Kenny Rogers, Old Town White Coffee, Vincci and many more. The boom thing was the Cinema! Finally, Taiping has a cinema theatre after so many years. I just wished that during my teenage life we could have all these privileges.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the development, I still feel Taiping still have the tranquility and soothing elements. I can still relax when I’m back to Taiping. Well, back to where I’ve stopped. Later, we went to have dinner and after that we head back home. I’ve spent the whole night updating my blog and also set up the layouts for the blog. This is the best part. After tired doing my blog, I’ve watched the new TVB Drama Series of Moonlight Resonance until 8.30 in the morning today. Woooo… I couldn’t stop watching it because they are so addictive. Hahaha…..&lt;br /&gt;It was like in heaven where I could relax the whole day without doing anything or thinking about absolutely nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252502385887013858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOSjF0yv6-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/M1OPO96evpk/s200/800px-Moonlight_Resonance.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the TVB Drama Series that I'm currently addicted to. I hope to finish watching it before my final examinations. LOLZ... just wish that the exam will be on this drama. I might score! LOLZ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here is the synopsis of the movie :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A decade before the series takes place, Gam Tai Jo (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ha Yu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ha_Yu"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ha Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) and his wife Chung Siu Hor (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Louise Lee" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Lee"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Louise Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) are co-owners of Moonlight Bakery. One night, Hor discovers Jo and her friend Yan Hung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Michelle Yim" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Yim"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Michelle Yim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) having an affair. As a result, Hor demands a divorce. The couple each take custody of half of their six children: Jo gains custody of Ka (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Moses Chan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moses_Chan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moses Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), Yuen (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Chris Lai" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Lai"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chris Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) and Chung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Vincent Wan (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Vincent_Wan&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vincent Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), while Hor receives custody of Ho (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Raymond Lam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Lam"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Raymond Lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), adopted daughter Yuet (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tavia Yeung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tavia_Yeung"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tavia Yeung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) and Hing (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fala Chen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fala_Chen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fala Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;). The separation of the family leaves Hor shattered. Jo marries Hung, and together, they take the Moonlight Bakery name and expand the bakery throughout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hong Kong" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hong_Kong"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;. Their business venture proves successful, resulting in a family asset totaling one billion Hong Kong dollars. Meanwhile, Hor struggles to earn a living working at the modest bakery that she and Jo once owned together.&lt;br /&gt;After Jo’s divorce from Hor, Hung begins to manipulate the family to distant Jo from Hor and the children. Her mother-in-law, Sheh Gwan Lai (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Lee Heung Kam (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Lee_Heung_Kam&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lee Heung Kam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), has a strained relationship with Hor, and Hung deliberately fuels their arguments to keep relations hostile. Lai's sister, Sheh Lai Mui (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Fung So Bor (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Fung_So_Bor&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fung So Bor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), and her son, Mak Yau Gung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Lei Seng Cheung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lei_Seng_Cheung"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lei Seng Cheung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), are blackmailed by Hung to stay on her side. Hung sends Zhong and her own daughter, Yu So Sum (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Linda Chung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linda_Chung"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Linda Chung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;), to study abroad in England and away from Hor's family. Hung blames her miscarriage on Yuen to make him feel indebted to her, and later, he too is blackmailed by Hung. She also bribes family friend Nin Chi Yung (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wayne Lai" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Lai"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wayne Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) to teach Ka about gambling and the stock market. Hung's actions especially anger Hor's greedy sister, Chung Siu Sa (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Susanna Kwan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susanna_Kwan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Susanna Kwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;). Keen for any opportunity to make money, Sa, without consulting Hor's family, sues Hung and Jo for taking the Moonlight Bakery name. The lawsuit furthers the rift between Jo and Hor's family. After realizing she is not blood related to Hor's family and after seeing her daughter, Low Ga Mei’s (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kate Tsui" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Tsui"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kate Tsui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;) true colors, Sa changes for the better.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from earning a living at her bakery, Hor spends her time managing her family and tries to raise her children well. Ka lacks interest in managing the bakery and is addicted to the stock market, which worries Hor. Eventually, with Hor and Yuet’s encouragement, he stops gambling. Yuet eventually develops feelings for him, but Ka instead falls for his cousin, Ga Mei. However, soon after, it is revealed that Ga Mei, like Hung, is a sneaky, selfish and greedy liar; Ka breaks up with her and the family no longer trusts her. This causes Ga Mei to turn against the family and work for Hung. Ga Mei becomes pregnant and forces Yuen into a rushed marriage. She later realizes the baby may not be Yuen's and so has an abortion to avoid complications. She then lies and blames Hor for losing the baby, though Sa, angry that her daughter could treat Hor's family so mercilessly, reveals the truth. Ka is soon after revealed to have an incurable heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Hor’s second son, Ho, has relationship problems of his own. He dated Sum when they were young, but broke up when she left for England. Ho still has feelings for her but Sum gave up on her feelings for Ho to become the third party in a relationship with her colleague Ling Chi Shun (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bosco Wong" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bosco_Wong"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bosco Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;). Ho becomes her “guardian angel” and helps her get over Shun when he leaves abruptly for England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-6276555623394453474?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6276555623394453474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=6276555623394453474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6276555623394453474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6276555623394453474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/heaven-relaxing-and-peaceful.html' title='- HEAVEN - Relaxing and peaceful'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOSjF0yv6-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/M1OPO96evpk/s72-c/800px-Moonlight_Resonance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-3279314905778124610</id><published>2008-10-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:32:09.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife - That's where you find love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In your eyes, I found the greatest prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You and I could not be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in your arms, is everything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now I know my search is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I don't know where you take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But it's exactly where I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[ Chorus: ] It's where the stars line up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's where the ocean's touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in a place you've neverbeen that feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in the air right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's when you give your all, and give a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've never been so sure, that's where you find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People pass, and listen to us laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wishing that they had the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And our friends they ask, how we made it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just smile and say the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm not sure how we got here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby I'm just glad that we got here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[ Chorus: ] It's where the stars line up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's where the ocean's touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in a place you've neverbeen that feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in the air right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's when you give your all, and give a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've never been so sure, that's where you find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's where you find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's where the stars line up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's where the ocean's touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in a place you've neverbeen that feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's in the air right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's when you give your all, and give a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've never been this sure,that's where you find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's where you find love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a2jsDlcuRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3a2jsDlcuRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why I'm loving this song so much. The very first time when I heard this song, I have fallen in love with the lyrics. The meaningful lyrics has brought me in knowing more about my love life. I know it might sound lame but ever since I found him, he has changed my life. Thank you for brighten up my life dear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-3279314905778124610?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3279314905778124610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=3279314905778124610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3279314905778124610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3279314905778124610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/westlife-thats-where-you-find-love.html' title='Westlife - That&apos;s where you find love'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-41255802528286428</id><published>2008-10-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:05:02.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET HOME</title><content type='html'>I was excited and anxious to be finally going home after almost half a year. Yet there is a little voice within myself not wanting me to go back. I don’t care much; all I need is a little break from everything. I’ve decided to go back and have a good rest. At least I know that I will not have to worry about food, laundries, etc. On Sunday, my sister messaged me out of the blues saying that she will not be going back home. I’ve tried to talk to her but I failed. She constantly saying that she’s busy with her studies and she will have to sit for examinations starting on Monday and she needs to concentrate on her studies. Well, I couldn’t say much when it comes to education.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, she has to pass the car to either one of us, me or my brother. Since it’s nearer for her and also she knows how to get to my brother’s place, she decided to pass it to my brother. I have no fuss about it because it would be easier for me too. My brother is known for his delay. It’s better for him to get ready everything and come to me rather than me going over to his place and ending up waiting for him. True enough, my brother was late for two hours. LOLZ.. Psss..I’m happy that I did not have the car. He claimed that after class, he had to go back to his hostel to pack everything. Well, you should see how many things he brought back. No wonder he needs so much time to pack.&lt;br /&gt;Since he was late, I’ve decided to eat first and get him food too. After finishing my so called dinner, I’ve waited for my brother until about 7 something. Finally, he was here and it’s time for us to sail back! As he was asking me where to get food, I showed him a packet of TomYam Fried Rice. Oh gosh, he was happy to see that. At a glance, I could see a hunger monster ready to attack me soon. LOLZ… I passed him the food and decided to drive so that he could eat his dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was a smooth drive back to Taiping. Earlier, I was afraid that we might trap in a massive traffic jam. It surely proves me wrong. I think it was because of the early holidays especially from the school. Straight 4 hours drive. I did not feel sleepy or tired. I was surprised too. When we were at Ipoh, mom called and said that she’s really sleepy and she can’t wait for us anymore. She will leave the keys at the door. Anyway, as we were nearer to home, my brother asked me whether I know anything about Taiping Sentral. Duh! Although I might not be in Taiping, I still read the newspaper. Just a few days before going back, I saw a slot in the cinema’s section about the opening of Cineplex at Taiping Sentral and I was shocked! OMFG! Cinema in Taiping! I couldn’t believe it! Finally, some source of healthy activities for the youngsters in Taiping.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, reach home …. HOME SWEET HOME! Happy to be at home, at last, on my own bed and fresher air to breath and clean water to drink and bath. That’s how I’ve spend my Tuesday… Journey to home.. Home is always the best place for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-41255802528286428?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/41255802528286428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=41255802528286428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/41255802528286428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/41255802528286428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='HOME SWEET HOME'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-8894334829088434460</id><published>2008-09-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:35:45.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING SUNDAY!</title><content type='html'>Hmm...another day of my boring life! What to do today? That was the first thing in my mind when I wake up. Promising myself to finish up my assignment which will be due in another 2 weeks. I keep on procrastinating my work! I don’t understand myself! Why do I always like to do work at the very last minute? Aren’t that so uncool? Hmm… Guess that I never will ever get any answer from my own fault! Laziness is the key.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah… today my darling’s first full coloured advertisement is finally out! LOLZ… He was so excited about it and was flipping through the newspapers the moment he woke up.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Digital Mall after my darling was too frustrated because we both can’t play the games together due to the connection failure. It was like magic, the person who sold us the PSP could connect it. Hmm… weird!&lt;br /&gt;After that, he decided to have lunch there. Guess what, McDonalds. LOLz…&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we went back and the guilt within me was stronger and I started with some reading and did some of my assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-8894334829088434460?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8894334829088434460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=8894334829088434460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8894334829088434460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8894334829088434460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/boring-sunday.html' title='BORING SUNDAY!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-1454336224126519030</id><published>2008-09-28T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:35:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27th September 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It all begins and end well for me yesterday. I woke up early, as usual to get the ingredients to cook for my day … Remember?! Every Saturday is “Lay Suan” day! My darling makes an effort to wake up and I’m proud of him. Thank you dear! We both cooked- trials and errors! Surprisingly, we both produced quite a decent meal. The menu was Grilled Chicken, Grilled Fish, Mash Potatoes, and Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;The Mash Potatoes were brilliant! It tasted great! It was fine with the others too. Unfortunately, when we were cleaning up the fish by using salt, we did not clean it properly and the fish were a little salty. It doesn’t bother us much as it blends well with the Mash Potatoes. All in all, we felt that it was a great cook day for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, darling was saying something about the gift that he planned to give me for my birthday. He just came up with the idea of getting it earlier for me. LOLZ… Without much thinking, he called his close friend and asked him whether want to go with us. He was surprised and instantly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up the mess, we both quickly take our shower and waited patiently for his friend to pick us up. We went to Digital Mall at Section 14. My dear knows that I wanted the Pink colour PSP. Although he knows that it will be a bit more expensive, he said it doesn’t matter, as long as I’m happy! I really love him.&lt;br /&gt;We both each got one, white and pink colour. He really hopes that I will enjoy playing games and enjoy quality time with him. I do hope so dear! Thank you for the early birthday gift. Love you!&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, it was a great day! All begins and end well! A day to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGDpPsJOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7qaXWa6sZ74/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252188987613521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGDpPsJOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7qaXWa6sZ74/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Menu of the day... Grilled Chicken, Grilled Fish, Mash Potatoes and Stir Fry Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGD74Ai-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ii2T1wJopUI/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252188992614468578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGD74Ai-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ii2T1wJopUI/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy..... waiting to eat! LOLZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGD8FsYAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/siEfYrTBK40/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252188992671866882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGD8FsYAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/siEfYrTBK40/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Grilled Chicken with Butter Garlic Sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-1454336224126519030?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1454336224126519030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=1454336224126519030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/1454336224126519030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/1454336224126519030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/27th-september-2008.html' title='27th September 2008'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SOOGDpPsJOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7qaXWa6sZ74/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-7717065681615492689</id><published>2008-09-25T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:07:55.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It always amazed me on how I get to know one of close buddy. I knew her through SKYPE. I couldn’t believe through the internet I could know such an incredible friend which I can’t even find in the real life. Although we might not know each other for a long time, we could bond with each other well. We shared almost everything. We are very frank and true to each other. I think this what we call “twist of fate”. Believe me; many people would say that knowing someone through the internet is a dangerous thing. I partially agree with it because before I know Roxy, I would say the same thing too. It might not work for most people but it definitely worked for me. Oh yeah, my buddy’s name is Roxy-just incase you were wondering who is Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;Despite being far away from each other, we do keep in touch through SKYPE. Well, there was the initial place where we knew each other. We just love the technology and how it brings us both closer to each other. We would talk to each other, sharing problems, helping each other in solving problems. Name it, all we have gone through together which I don’t with my friends. The best part was we never back stab each other, we would tell each other off. That’s the true friendship that I’ve been searching for all these while. You do not need many friends, instead having one that would understand you is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;The hilarious part was I knew my boyfriend through SKYPE too. Guess what? It was in the Skypecast which was hosted by Roxy- #milkyway. She was happy that we both hooked up with each other. We both couldn’t believe that we had gone through a lot together within the short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;It was the happiest moment when I told Rozy that I will be going to Macau for my Portuguese Summer Course. Of course, I will be going over to Hong Kong too. Both of us were counting the days before we meet each other for the very first time. It is amazing on how we both from a total stranger to close buddy and going on bonding our relationship when I am in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;The day pass by, finally I’ve reached Hong Kong, The very first time when we see each other, we do not know what to do or say. Later on, she took me to a buffet and we started to warm up and talking more and more to each other. Since we both like taking pictures, we did camwhore and also took pictures together. After that, she took me for a drink at some local bars. We were bar hopping. I am also surprised that her whole family was also expecting me. I had a very warmth welcome! I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we did went to many places too, namely, Lan Kwai Fung, Central, Mongkok, Stanley Plaza, Causeway Bay, IFC Mall, Tsim Tsa Tsui, Ma Wan, Discovery Bay, Cheung Chau, Victoria’s Peak, Tung Chung, Disneyland and many more..Oh yeah, she brought me to a place with a Big Buddha statue. It was cool~!!&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed each other’s company and we enjoyed in each and every outing. Believe me, she is more than a friend to me.. Some people in Skype thought that we were lesbians… LOLzzz…. I promise to myself to keep our friendship until my last breath and hopefully we could keep on sharing and talking to each other. Love you very much Roxy.. hope our friendship will last…&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pictures that we have taken together throughout the whole trip when I was in Hong Kong. Thank you for all the sweet memories…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvag63AflI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2tk3BPrHrbc/s1600-h/P7110058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250030049721089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvag63AflI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2tk3BPrHrbc/s200/P7110058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The very first picture we took together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvahsVVnfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/og_fifWy8pQ/s1600-h/P7110070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250030063001640434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvahsVVnfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/og_fifWy8pQ/s200/P7110070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took again in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvah3Rc-2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IzAXKPHzz3o/s1600-h/P7110072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250030065938135906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvah3Rc-2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IzAXKPHzz3o/s200/P7110072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvaiA3v0iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b7Rtk65pRmE/s1600-h/P7110076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250030068514673186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvaiA3v0iI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b7Rtk65pRmE/s200/P7110076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we were bar hopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-7717065681615492689?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7717065681615492689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=7717065681615492689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7717065681615492689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7717065681615492689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-friendship.html' title='TRUE FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvag63AflI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2tk3BPrHrbc/s72-c/P7110058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-633478600554679342</id><published>2008-09-24T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:17:38.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th SEPTEMBER 2008</title><content type='html'>It was a bright Saturday morning. I woke up as early as 8 in the morning. Hey, got to remember.. it is freaking Saturday! Why am I waking up this early? Well, basically, every Saturday will "Lay Suan" day.. WOoOoOoo.... What an honour? LOLz... My darling promised to cook lunch together. We went to the morning market together to get all the ingredients. Since it's the very first attempt, we try to make a simple meal. We decided to cook noodles. Hence, we got these following ingredients:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prawns = RM 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Straw Mushroom + Lettuce = RM 4.60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A packet of meat balls = RM3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken = RM2.60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although that was a very simple meal, we enjoyed the process of preparing the meal together. I am happy that my darling willing to wake up that early to the market together with me. Well, you got to know that my darling likes to sleep.. and it's kinda difficult to wake him up in the morning. Nonetheless, he was willing to wake up and I was really happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are the pictures that we've taken before entering our stomach. LOLz.. YuummMmmyy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa9wO-LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/o2xnY-PT7F0/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678701364129442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa9wO-LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/o2xnY-PT7F0/s200/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the final look of our meal. Simple yet delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-BV23bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S4Tg9JYb-Tw/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678705956412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-BV23bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S4Tg9JYb-Tw/s200/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what..?! Those prawns are mine because my darling can't have it. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-DQBT8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/AcfZc8o4bDo/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678706468802498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-DQBT8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/AcfZc8o4bDo/s200/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah.. this is the grilled chicken with garlic and butter plus egg white..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-ebGX4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/yq0Isf5_DC0/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678713763028866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-ebGX4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/yq0Isf5_DC0/s200/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmm.. isn't that yummy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-XStz7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c_CIatuYAQo/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249678711848816562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa-XStz7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c_CIatuYAQo/s200/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, we garnish it with mushroom... I think it's a good shot for instant noodles wraper. LOLzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-633478600554679342?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/633478600554679342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=633478600554679342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/633478600554679342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/633478600554679342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/20th-september-2008.html' title='20th SEPTEMBER 2008'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNqa9wO-LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/o2xnY-PT7F0/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5049218180436203042</id><published>2008-09-22T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:31:34.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENT CULTURE WITH ONE VISION...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to know many people from different background. We came to Macau just to learn or improve our Portuguese Language. Despite the differences in culture, languages, and belief, we all end up with one thing in common : Sabemos uma bonita da lingua...LINGUA DA PORTUGUES. The spirit and enthusiasm within each and everyone of them keep me moving foward in learning the language. Their friendliness and willingness in helping me in articulating the language was magnificant. I really wish that I could be there longer to learn the language. Towards the end of the course, I was reluctant to bid goodbye because I believe that it's not the end of our friendship.. we will still keep in touch with each other. They have helped me in boosting up my confidence in speaking Portuguese Language. Muito obrigada algumas amigas.&lt;br /&gt;I have the Koreans, the Thais, the Indonesians, the Vietnamese,the Chinese and also my fellow Malaysians friends. I had a great time in Macau. Beijosss......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM6ySvu8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dJxWm2H1ubg/s1600-h/P7230103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015100935322562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM6ySvu8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dJxWm2H1ubg/s200/P7230103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are the group of Koreans from my class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM7b6jKFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C-9QXJ2YhV8/s1600-h/P7220081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015112108124242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM7b6jKFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C-9QXJ2YhV8/s200/P7220081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cute Korean friend and also Indonesian mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM8Z1osOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2bqlyn6LdGg/s1600-h/P7240133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250015128730513634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM8Z1osOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2bqlyn6LdGg/s200/P7240133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of them are so young... they make me feel so old. :( They are both Macaunese.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOR4DX4GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CeULLn4N8H0/s1600-h/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016597130076258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOR4DX4GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CeULLn4N8H0/s200/CIMG0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's from China &lt;lu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSHfp8nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y8eWpTumQSY/s1600-h/P7230110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016601275232882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSHfp8nI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Y8eWpTumQSY/s200/P7230110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thai friends and also Tiko from Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSUtQpkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Q99rSa5H4s/s1600-h/P7230111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016604821956162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSUtQpkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4Q99rSa5H4s/s200/P7230111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guitarist..Ricardo from Indonesia and also my little brother from Vietnam&lt;monte&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSjo3yQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wzpdnoHO91A/s1600-h/P7250160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250016608830081282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvOSjo3yQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wzpdnoHO91A/s200/P7250160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a pose..three people from different countries..Vietnam,Indonesia and China. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWfdli28I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WBxvM-lzL70/s1600-h/P7230091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025626636835778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWfdli28I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WBxvM-lzL70/s200/P7230091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my Korean's classmate. They are always blur and sleepy. Well, we know where they went every night...CASINOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWfwk4-1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qTUGAQMi1mA/s1600-h/P7230129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025631734365010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWfwk4-1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qTUGAQMi1mA/s200/P7230129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful art class lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWgVXlxLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KXKFKT8cUcE/s1600-h/P7240135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025641610691762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWgVXlxLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KXKFKT8cUcE/s200/P7240135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the Korean's classmate's girlfriend. She has been to Brazil before. COooLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWg4iyMpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0quYBgOa0OU/s1600-h/P7240131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025651052884626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWg4iyMpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0quYBgOa0OU/s200/P7240131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My adorable and cute Portuguese Lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWhFZM_8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3XnW1_Lz02Y/s1600-h/P7240130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250025654502358978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvWhFZM_8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3XnW1_Lz02Y/s200/P7240130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my classmates...&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/8878395141959035321-5049218180436203042?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5049218180436203042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5049218180436203042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5049218180436203042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5049218180436203042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-culture-with-one-vision.html' title='DIFFERENT CULTURE WITH ONE VISION...'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNvM6ySvu8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/dJxWm2H1ubg/s72-c/P7230103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-4185142690689475629</id><published>2008-09-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:28:35.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MACAU SUMMER COURSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNTB8bmnmHI/AAAAAAAAADc/i2twKg0Bwcg/s1600-h/P7220087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248032709739518066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNTB8bmnmHI/AAAAAAAAADc/i2twKg0Bwcg/s200/P7220087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There you go.. Macau.. full of high rise buildings...mostly casinos...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNTB81HQ51I/AAAAAAAAADk/QPv0nUhXIEc/s1600-h/P7230107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248032716587329362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNTB81HQ51I/AAAAAAAAADk/QPv0nUhXIEc/s200/P7230107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of Taipa from my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, my summer course in Macau was fantastic. I left Malaysia on the 29th June 2008 at 6 in the morning. Of course, at that moment I was excited and thrilled to be able to go to Macau. I've planned to go over to Hong Kong as well because my friend Roxy is there. We both were counting the days before we could meet each other for the very first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The moment I reached Macau Airport, I went to the money exchanger to change my money to MOP, the Macau currency. After changing, we went out to get taxi to the university. It's rather cheap because three of us only need to pay about MOP48 which mean RM 20++. WOW.. but keep in mind, their airport is not like KLIA which located far away from the town. Their airport is at Taipa which only take 10 minutes to reach the university. Min En, Wei Chee and me were the first three to reach University of Macau because we thought it would be better to be there earlier than late. Without expecting much, we went through the management and got ourselves rooms but has been arranged according to the list that has been given by the management. Oh my god, the moment we step into the hostel, we were shocked at the common bathroom. Eventually, after a few days, the cleaners came to clean up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the whole unpleasant welcome, we all did enjoyed ourselves there too. I got to know many people. I hope that we could all keep in touch with each other although we might not see each other again. I've learnt Portuguese language without needing the help of the dictionary all the time. It is because I have friends over there which could help me in mastering the language. They have helped me in speaking Portuguese language and I really miss them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are many pictures from the trip which I couldn't save it because my laptop was crash just a few days before I came back to Malaysia. Nonetheless, I've uploaded most of my pictures in my Facebook. Thank God~!! I wish I know how to make it into photo album. I will have to just upload a few pictures instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248026988001988562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS8vYeFj9I/AAAAAAAAACs/DvidEBcv4zc/s200/n681730378_1385916_4119.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture was taken when I was at LCCT waiting for boarding. It was kinda candid for the other two but not for me....LOL~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9n_FaUFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q-RXdnSd-8o/s1600-h/n681730378_1428381_404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248027960440148050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9n_FaUFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Q-RXdnSd-8o/s200/n681730378_1428381_404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha...we definitely have nothing else to do. C'mmon.. we have been awake since 4 am.. a bit stoning..but still have the camwhore spirit....LOL~~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9oDM-unI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PHnzq44yLNI/s1600-h/n681730378_1428382_681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248027961545636466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9oDM-unI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PHnzq44yLNI/s200/n681730378_1428382_681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the camera couldn't take it... we were taking too many pictures.... that's why it's blur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9oKmOTpI/AAAAAAAAADE/3aVZdJ3J0vE/s1600-h/n681730378_1428385_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248027963530563218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNS9oKmOTpI/AAAAAAAAADE/3aVZdJ3J0vE/s200/n681730378_1428385_1573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm.... always wondering why Min En has to be my backdrop...LOLz~~!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-4185142690689475629?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4185142690689475629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=4185142690689475629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4185142690689475629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/4185142690689475629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/macau-summer-course.html' title='MACAU SUMMER COURSE'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SNTB8bmnmHI/AAAAAAAAADc/i2twKg0Bwcg/s72-c/P7220087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-8757361822552007866</id><published>2008-06-02T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE TODAY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SEypOwVLWoI/AAAAAAAAACk/w4zB2FXtVzI/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209724939917810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SEypOwVLWoI/AAAAAAAAACk/w4zB2FXtVzI/s200/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; MAYBE THIS IS HOW THE GOVERNMENT ROB US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, everyone was shocked by the announcement of our Prime Minister, Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, about the increment of fuel up to RM 2.70 . The news blown off nearly everyone in the country. Most people started to fill up their vehicle's tank as soon as it was announced at 5 pm. The traffic jam at most of the petrol stations were horrendous. According to the Star newspaper on 5th June 2008, the Prime Minister said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"the Government would save RM13.7bil through the restructuring. From the savings, he said RM4bil would go to the National Food Supply Guarantee Policy, RM1.5bil for subsidising cooking oil and RM400mil to subsidise rice imports to make the price uniform in peninsular Malaysia, Sabah and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;The Government would also spend RM200mil on flour subsidy, RM100mil on bread subsidy and RM7.5bil was meant for contributions to the subsidies for petrol, diesel and gas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word, "restructuring" was the term that has been used by the Prime Minister to defend his decision. Let's be realistic, it doesn't help much to subsidise the road tax because the increment of the fuel has more impact on our daily life. Well, there's nothing much we could say about it. Just hope that it won't keep on increasing. *because there's a rumours saying that the fuel price will reach until RM 4 per litre. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : It seems like we have to be more dependable on public transportations soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-8757361822552007866?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8757361822552007866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=8757361822552007866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8757361822552007866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/8757361822552007866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-today.html' title='LIFE TODAY~'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SEypOwVLWoI/AAAAAAAAACk/w4zB2FXtVzI/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-672946683219448618</id><published>2008-06-01T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:40.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is awareness? Based on the dictionary, awareness is having knowledge of something or being mindful or consciousness. That was only a brief explaination of awareness. This poem reflects the awareness from different aspects of life. Hope you all would enjoy it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207173730951532098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SEOY62UcjkI/AAAAAAAAACc/CaCl9YRrG2U/s200/meditation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWARENESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Awareness is the path of immortality;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;thoughtlessness is the path of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Those who are aware do not die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The thoughtless are as if dead already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The wise having clearly understood this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;delight in awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and find joy in the knowledge of the noble ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These wise ones, meditative, persevering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;always using strong effort,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;attain nirvana, the supreme peace and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If a person is awake, aware, mindful, pure, considerate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;self-restrained, and lives according to duty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;that person's glory will increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By awakening, by awareness, by restraint and control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the wise may make for oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;an island which no flood can overwhelm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Fools follow after vanity, are ignorant and careless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The wise keep awareness as their best treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do not follow after vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nor after sensual pleasure nor lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Whoever meditates with awareness obtains great joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When the wise conquer thoughtlessness by awareness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;climbing the terraced heights of wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;free from sadness viewing the sad crowd below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;they gaze upon the fools, like one on the mountain peak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gazes upon those standing on the plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aware among the thoughtless,awake among the sleepy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the wise advances, like a racehorse leaves behind the slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By awareness Indra rose to become chief of the gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;People praise awareness; thoughtlessness is always blamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A mendicant who finds joy in awareness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who looks with fear on thoughtlessness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;moves about like fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;burning all restrictions, small or large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A mendicant who finds joy in awareness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;who looks with fear on thoughtlessness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cannot fall away, but is close to nirvana. &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/8878395141959035321-672946683219448618?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/672946683219448618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=672946683219448618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/672946683219448618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/672946683219448618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom......'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SEOY62UcjkI/AAAAAAAAACc/CaCl9YRrG2U/s72-c/meditation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-6576946747966262151</id><published>2008-05-30T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SENqMWUcjjI/AAAAAAAAACU/-dBcZhS7ldM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207122354552737330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SENqMWUcjjI/AAAAAAAAACU/-dBcZhS7ldM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working isn't fun at all. That's how I felt for the last two weeks. Life's ain't the same anymore. TIRED! TIRED! TIRED! That's what I can tell my friends. I have to wake up earlier than usual and reach home around 8 something. WOW~! By the time I got home, I'm so worn out and do not feel like doing anythingelse. Get my dinner, take my shower and my soul just went off to the dreamland. It seems like there should be more hours in a day and more days for the weekends. I need the extra rest and also time for myself. I hardly spend time for myself or with friends anymore. I suddenly feel I'm an anti-social person. Well, what can I do. Everyday, when the clock struck 10 pm. It seems like a spell being cast from somewhere and my eyes will be darn sleepy. I can't help but just to get to the bed. All those walking and waking up early has been making me lethargic. This is life, doesn't matter you like it or you don't, you just have to move on. Now, I feel like I'm a wilted rose. Signing off. &lt;/div&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/8878395141959035321-6576946747966262151?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6576946747966262151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=6576946747966262151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6576946747966262151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/6576946747966262151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/work.html' title='WORK~'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SENqMWUcjjI/AAAAAAAAACU/-dBcZhS7ldM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-7696170227827105081</id><published>2008-05-29T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:41.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've came across with a website that I would like to share with others. It is a Buddhist webpage with many poems translated from Pali language. It was taken from the Dhammapada which is an anthology of Buddhist versus. It is believed to contain the essence of the Buddha's teaching and is on of the best-loved works in Pali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206065809777790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SD-pRWUcjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2bfIQEa2AeQ/s200/It-is-the-Seer-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TWIN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What we are is the result of what we have thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is built by our thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is made up of our thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If one speaks or acts with an impure thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;suffering follows one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like the wheel of the cart follows the foot of the ox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What we are is the result of what we have thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is built by our thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is made up of our thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If one speaks or acts with a pure thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;happiness follows one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like a shadow that never leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"They insulted me; they hurt me;they defeated me; they cheated me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In those who harbor such thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate will never cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"They insulted me; they hurt me;they defeated me; they cheated me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In those who do not harbor such thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate will cease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For hate is never conquered by hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hate is conquered by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is an eternal law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Many do not realize that we must all come to an end here;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but those who do realize this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;end their quarrels at once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whoever lives only for pleasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;with senses uncontrolled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whoever would put on the yellow robewithout having cleansed oneself from impurity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;disregarding self-control and truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is not deserving of the yellow robe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But whoever has cleansed oneself from impurity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is well grounded in all the virtues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and is possessed of self-control and truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is deserving of the yellow robe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Those who imagine truth in untruthand see untruth in truthnever arrive at truth but follow vain desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Those who know truth as truth and untruth as untrutharrive at truth and follow true desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As rain makes its way into a badly roofed house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so passion makes its way into an unreflecting mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As rain does not make its way into a well roofed house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;so passion does not make its way into a reflecting mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wrong-doers grieve in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and they grieve in the next;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they grieve in both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They grieve and are afflictedwhen they see the wrong they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The virtuous find joy in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and they find joy in the next;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they find joy in both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They find joy and are glad when they see the good they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wrong-doers suffer in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and they suffer in the next;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they suffer in both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They suffer when they think of the wrong they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They suffer even more when going on the wrong path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The virtuous are happy in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and they are happy in the next;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they are happy in both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They are happy when they think of the good they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They are even happier when going on the good path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even if the thoughtless can recite many of the scriptures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if they do not act accordingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they are not living the holy life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but are like a cowherd counting the cows of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even if the faithful can reciteonly a few of the scriptures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if they act accordingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;having given up passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hate, and folly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;being possessed of true knowledge and serenity of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;craving nothing in this world or the next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;they are living the holy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel it is something that we should digest on. It has a thousand meaning behind which could be a self motivation or development within oneself. Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-7696170227827105081?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7696170227827105081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=7696170227827105081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7696170227827105081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/7696170227827105081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom.....'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SD-pRWUcjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2bfIQEa2AeQ/s72-c/It-is-the-Seer-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5468982295903235316</id><published>2008-05-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:41.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ABANDONED BLOG! SORRY~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As days pass by, with busy schedules and life, I totally forgotten about my blog. My friends kept asking me for my blog's site, I was too embarassed to tell them that I've stop blogging for a long time. I supposed to be more organized in my life. Well, everything has a beggining and and ending. I will begin my blogging and stop being so messed up in my life. While busy with my life, I've actually learnt something from a friend of mine. COMPOSING POEM! Never thought I could actually do it. I am happy that I'm improving each day. Maybe I should be posting poem everyday. Well, I'll post up a few of the poem that I think are the best. LOL~ *Do not have high expectation with my work because I'm still a beginner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206025200862006754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SD-EVmUcjeI/AAAAAAAAABs/81pht0IhpTg/s200/2183164988_666e10db34.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Blogging is something,&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing,&lt;br /&gt;Four months abandoning,&lt;br /&gt;Was the worst thing,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everything,&lt;br /&gt;Will go smooth sailing,&lt;br /&gt;Without me worrying,&lt;br /&gt;About my life messing,&lt;br /&gt;Should have been more soothing,&lt;br /&gt;When I keep tracking,&lt;br /&gt;What I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this is specially dedicated to my blog because I've abandoned it for so long. I hope that you all could enjoy my poems in the future. Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-5468982295903235316?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5468982295903235316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5468982295903235316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5468982295903235316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5468982295903235316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/05/abandoned-blog-sorry.html' title='THE ABANDONED BLOG! SORRY~'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SD-EVmUcjeI/AAAAAAAAABs/81pht0IhpTg/s72-c/2183164988_666e10db34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-3636399185897861830</id><published>2008-02-14T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:41.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The following days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow.. it was exciting to be out every night without worrying about the time. The nights were as if morning for me. I've spent most of my nights going out with friends. Chit chating, gossiping, laughing, and simply having fun. Yes... had fun with different groups of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167106453715715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7U_8XJahZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E_mzZbDjwzU/s200/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mr. Koo, a dedicated teacher, doesn't matter in or out of the classrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are all very lucky to have a teacher who still treat us as his students after 7 years down the lane. He has never missed a gathering with us every year. It was a bleesed to be taught by him. He's always great teacher for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gathering, gathering, gathering..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.. I got a call from my ex-classmates of 5VT1. OooOOoOOoohhHhhh... I totally forgot about the gathering that we supposed to have it every year. Luckily, I did not change my contact no. Haha ( which I usually do for the previous years). They told me to inform as many people as possible but I do not have many contacts with me. I did tried to call a few people but they didn't pick up the phone call. It seems like we all are going our own ways. All of us have different commitments now. We all are not as jovial as we used to be. I really missed the old time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDgwILhlAI/AAAAAAAAABE/yZ69hcagFpk/s1600-h/1_490078901l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905357061985314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDhXILhlCI/AAAAAAAAABU/sxUDR3lbxaI/s200/n681730378_914726_9959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDhqYLhlDI/AAAAAAAAABc/bwXSat7nKDE/s1600-h/n681730378_922643_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201905687774467122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDhqYLhlDI/AAAAAAAAABc/bwXSat7nKDE/s200/n681730378_922643_2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDgwILhlAI/AAAAAAAAABE/yZ69hcagFpk/s1600-h/1_490078901l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201904687047087106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDDgwILhlAI/AAAAAAAAABE/yZ69hcagFpk/s200/1_490078901l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was only a short gathering with the 5VT1 ( Class of 2001). No doubt, I had fun chatting, jokings and laughing.. which we used to do it so often when we were in the class. *I wish I could turn back time now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A week later, we had another gathering specially for Shwea Ling because she has not came back for 2 years from Australia. Well, most of them missed her and wanted me to get hold of her before she goes back to Australia. I somehow managed to get through her and we had another gathering again. This time, we had to choose Pizza Hut because one of our friend(May See) has started her work. She was kind enough to spare her lunch time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They were very happy to see her after 2 years of missing her. We were having a great time laughing and chatting. As usual, I've taken pictures from the gathering. I will post it up after my work! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-3636399185897861830?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3636399185897861830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=3636399185897861830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3636399185897861830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/3636399185897861830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/following-days.html' title='The following days...'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7U_8XJahZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E_mzZbDjwzU/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8878395141959035321.post-5165590099389941659</id><published>2008-02-14T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:51:42.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>It was splendid to have such a wonderful day to start off with the New Year. Well, I couldn't say that I've waken up early on that day but it was earlier than the other days. Bare in mind, I only got only a few hours of sleep because I'm too busy watching television with the interruptions of fireworks outside the house. At the same time, I was busy on the phone too. Text messaging friends whom I have not seen for a long time. (Guess, this is the only time we could actually exchange messages.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While texting friends,my eyes were busy watching the television too. I seem to lose concentration from time to time.There were too many nice movies. (Actually, they were old movies which I have no time to watch. I supposed that I'm too outdated.) Due to the late hours, I had to go to sleep and had to wake up early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn.. *Yawn.. I just couldn't stop yawning the whole morning. It was time &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7RK-3JahWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7MzfgUJqP8/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166837116316583266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7RK-3JahWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7MzfgUJqP8/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to have the TEA CEREMONY. We have it every year including this year. I always think that it's unfair being the eldest and I have to be the leading person for my sister and brother. After the ceremony, we went to Ipoh to meet up with our grandaunty and aunty. (Psssttt.. she is 99 year-old.) Does she looks like her age? Believe me, she is still strong. She can climb up the stairs without anyone's assistance. I took this picture without even telling her. It was such a candid that my brother and I has a suprised facial expression. My brother was happy to be out from the so-called "penjara"(prison) place. He was horrified by the food and also the training in there. Well, guessed that you all know. He has to go for the National Service. Lucky for him, he's in the first batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, father got a call from his friend and he wanted to go to his house for visiting. My mom was reluctant to go with him, so we tangled along to get extra "angpow" (red packet).&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7RPQHJahXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/krqGrII9L7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166841810715837810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7RPQHJahXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/krqGrII9L7Y/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced my brother to take picture with me on the way to my father's friend house but was rejected clearly when this picture came out. Look at his unwillingness of taking the picture with me. He claimed that he looks better smiling this way. Haha.. Well, since he was forced to take pictures with me. I do not want to put up the other pictures in here because his face look very awful.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what if someday, his girlfriend wanna take pictures with him. Will he make these types of faces to her. LOL! ( waiting for the future to come. )&lt;br /&gt;On that day, I've taken a few pics of my grandaunt together with her daughter and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7UxAnJahYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_mQ51MgUWoE/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167090034055742850" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7UxAnJahYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_mQ51MgUWoE/s200/IMG_0061.JPG" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We shared the first day of Chinese New Year together! (Father, Mom, Me, Grandaunt, Sister, Aunt and Brother)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mom cooked a few dishes for dinner and of course my aunt went out to get all the other dishes. My grandaunt's sister came to join us. She is a cheerful, outgoing and friendly person. We siblings sat and chatted with her for hours. Well, I can definitely tell you that she can really talk and talk non stop. We were surprised by capability of talking. Most probably she's staying at the Old Folks Home and couldn't feel the closeness in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were thinking why not cheer her up by talking and making her happy on this auspicious day. Another special guest was my mother's cousin. She is also another old lady with no relatives because she is not married. She has two very adorable dogs which she treated them like the King of the House. She would never leave the dogs without any supervision. I did not get any shots of them because I'm too busy talking and eating. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later, I got a call from an old friend to go out but I had to disappoint her because I'm in Ipoh. Anyway, I thought I could make up with her later when I reached Taiping but she was too busy. LOL! Never thought that the first day of Chinese New Year would be so long. We reached Taiping around 11p.m. I will cherished every moments we shared as a family although it's not as grand as others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8878395141959035321-5165590099389941659?l=klslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5165590099389941659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8878395141959035321&amp;postID=5165590099389941659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5165590099389941659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8878395141959035321/posts/default/5165590099389941659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klslife.blogspot.com/2008/02/1st-day-of-chinese-new-year.html' title='1st Day of Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>NaUs^GaL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/SDBY8oLhk_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/aIfk6Zz7uus/S220/1_337859938l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6rlzDO8uX7A/R7RK-3JahWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-7MzfgUJqP8/s72-c/IMG_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
