tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186009102024-03-08T08:13:04.249+08:00Behind These SmilesWell..I don't think I smile that much anymore actually..
I should probably change my blog title, shouldn't I?syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-54516436556610080482010-05-09T20:37:00.000+08:002010-05-09T20:38:30.227+08:00Xuan Xuan says<div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4144867&op=1&view=all&subj=389999974173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=389999974173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" class=" img" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs343.ash1/29294_388164924961_506094961_4144867_1291574_n.jpg" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Meet my 2-year-old niece, pictured here with her 2-month-old brother. My sis just talked to her through the phone this morning.<br /><br />Xuan Xuan: Ni zai na li? (Where are you?)<br />Sis: Wo zai PJ lo (I'm in PJ)<br />Xuan Xuan: Oh...zai Tai Ping ah? (Oh, in Taiping ah?)<br />Sis: Bu shi bu shi...wo zai PJ. (No no, I'm in PJ)<br />Xuan Xuan: Oh..ni zai Tai Ping ah? (Oh, you're in Taiping ah?)<br /><br />My sis laughed...<br /><br />(Here's the boom)<br /><br />Sis: So...ni you jing zu Mothers' Day mah? (Did you celebrate Mothers' Day?)<br />Xuan Xuan: shen me lai de? (What is that?)syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-15503931878306610052010-04-25T13:45:00.003+08:002010-04-25T15:19:45.776+08:00Ice Kacang Puppy Love - A story about usMy current confidence level towards our local film production is at an all time high. Most of the Malaysian movies today aim to showcase our unique culture and I would say, most of them have succeeded. To me, Yasmin Ahmad kick-started this trend with her Sepet, Gubra and Mualaf; not to mention, her string of unforgetable Petronas advertisements. And then, there's Tiger Woo Hoo.<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041561&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs280.snc3/28178_383667939961_506094961_4041561_5430385_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Lately,local favourite Ah Niu took the movie industry by storm despite this being new in the field of directing (Some casts also made very commendable debut appearances namely Gary Chaw Ge).<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041560&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs320.ash1/28178_383667774961_506094961_4041560_4445126_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />His movie, Ice Kacang Puppy Love stood out from other local productions not just due to its lineup of famous casts but the fact that it is much more successful in consolidating scenes we can all relate to.<br /><br />As Malaysians, we should feel very lucky for 2 reasons:-<br /><br />1. We have the right person to do it.<br /><br />2. He is willing to do it.<br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041562&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs280.snc3/28178_383668004961_506094961_4041562_2810626_n.jpg" class="img_loading" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Ah Niu has the network. After decorating our entertaining industry for more than a decade, he is successful in his own right and has many strings to pull. He knows very well our old traditions and old school culture based on his very own childhood experience. He sees the need to capture all these in a movie. Of course, knowing our culture is one thing. Portraying it in a humourous and contemporary way is another. But when done right,the result would be amazing. And I'm proud to say, this movie did just that.<br /><br />He just did all of us and perhaps even our future generations a favour as these traditions may very well become very less-known if not extinct in the future as urbanisation continues to pick up pace.<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041564&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs290.snc3/28178_383668189961_506094961_4041564_1281465_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Old buildings, old notes, playing marbles, telekom phone booth, old police uniform, rotiman on wheels - they may be foreign to our grandchildren. As it is, we are already less 'adventurous' compared to our parents. How many of us can climb trees?<br /><br />As a first-time director, it took Ah Niu 6-7 years of hardwork and lots of money to make this film possible. He poured in millions of his very own Ringgit and even had to made a demo of the film to convince others into joining his production (Yes, he still needed to go the distance to sell his idea despite his reputation in the industry).<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041566&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs280.snc3/28178_383668324961_506094961_4041566_1041177_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Assembling such an interesting line of casts requires vigorous coordination effort but he pulled it off. It is heartwarming to see many Malaysian artists who made it big overseas, willing to spare some time to make this noble project possible.<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041565&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs280.snc3/28178_383668234961_506094961_4041565_5942473_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />The filming took place mainly in Tronoh (near Ipoh) while some scenes were shot in Penang. Oustanding cinematography differentiates this movie from the rest, especially the part which the camera shot from inside the river.<br /><br /><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4041563&op=1&view=all&subj=385236019173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=385236019173&id=506094961"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs280.snc3/28178_383668139961_506094961_4041563_3721198_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div></div><br />Some picturesque scenes were made possible by quality filming. And of course, the brilliant music added to the film's success in stirring various emotions out of the audience.<br /><br />The ending wasn't exactly a fairytale one but hey, not every pupply love ends up down the aisle.<br /><br />We should all be very proud of this production. Our local film industry has just been lifted up a notch and hopefully, Malaysians will continue to be entertained by more quality movies.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-62753231642571167402010-04-04T18:20:00.001+08:002010-04-04T18:26:22.774+08:00Hiking Broga Hill, Semenyih<div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891766&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689159961_506094961_3891766_5752638_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I don’t hike that much back home. In fact, I’ve seen more of Australia’s beauty through Kosciusko, Cradle, Ainslie and the many nature parks in Australia. Thankfully, today, I was able to enjoy Malaysia’s.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891753&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689089961_506094961_3891753_6705514_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It was worth waking up at 3.30am this morning to enjoy my first sunrise in Malaysia with my sis and friends.<br /><br />By the time we fetched the rest and found our way to the foot of the mountain, it was already close to 6.30am and it was still pitch black. A smart lady was there selling torchlight that has this special 3-in-1 or 4-in-1 feature. There were also stalls selling fruits and refreshing beverages but they don’t open as early.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891745&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689044961_506094961_3891745_320012_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">A bumpy ground defined the initial part of the journey before the steepness started to keep us busy.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891764&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689149961_506094961_3891764_6091213_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Some stretches were quite dangerous.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891765&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs490.snc3/26807_377689154961_506094961_3891765_4591764_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">They do have strings at some points but hikers could definitely use a bit more safety measures.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891746&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs490.snc3/26807_377689049961_506094961_3891746_8242570_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It was rather cloudy this morning so we didn’t get to see much sunrise at all.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891747&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs490.snc3/26807_377689059961_506094961_3891747_1707056_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">This was about it.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891873&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377691714961_506094961_3891873_5969690_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">All was not lost though. The view from one of the few peaks was breathtaking especially after the sun rose.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891752&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689084961_506094961_3891752_3157089_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Photographers who were initially disappointed with poor shots at dawn were able to snap some good pictures with a bit of help of the sunlight.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891758&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377689119961_506094961_3891758_4717942_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">The beauty of macro-shooting.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891754&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689094961_506094961_3891754_4361327_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Nice silhouette!<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891756&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689104961_506094961_3891756_7330426_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">There were certainly more people than I thought!<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891755&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689099961_506094961_3891755_3379632_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Some regular hikers. Mind you they were actually meditating, not merely posing for me =p<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891748&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs490.snc3/26807_377689064961_506094961_3891748_4924992_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">We were lucky enough to see a few rainbows.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891757&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377689109961_506094961_3891757_1124601_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I asked my sis and her friends to pose as if they were hiking and they were very amused by this picture =p<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891759&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377689124961_506094961_3891759_1257671_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Walking down was tedious in its own way as we have to watch out for some 'flying foxes'.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891760&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689129961_506094961_3891760_5138516_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Notice that little kid<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891761&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689134961_506094961_3891761_7310740_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Boy, he was quick! Gave all of us a shock.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891762&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377689139961_506094961_3891762_7622805_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Sevvy was so traumatised that she immediately chanted some prayers.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891763&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs490.ash1/26807_377689144961_506094961_3891763_3975881_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">..while my sis did her own 'flying fox' trick =)<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3891767&op=1&view=all&subj=378965694173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=378965694173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs510.snc3/26807_377689164961_506094961_3891767_400431_n.jpg" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">How far was the hike? Well, it certainly felt more than 1.7km but 4.8km? hm let us give ourselves the benefit of the doubt, shall we? =)</div></div><br />On we way back, I noticed, located nearby Mr Bronga was the Malaysian Campus of University of Nottingham which I thought was pretty cool though unbelievably inaccessible. How can you not own a car if you were to study here? Location wise, it seems really pale in comparison with Taylors, Inti, Sunway and the like. However, it does give its students a bit more of a campus feel. And it is University of Nottingham at the end of the day. My, just the word ‘Nottingham’ itself reminded me of Hugh Grant.<br /><br />Beside the campus was a Biotechnology Research Center which provoked a sense of pride towards my country. Innovation… we’ve heard of it countless times. Everyone seems to be slipping this word in their inspirational speeches these days especially following the announcement of the long-awaited New Economic Model by our PM. I wondered how many of research centers like this are there in our country…how developed are they..how much have they contributed. Biotechnology was one of the hyped-up choices of degree during my time, after Information Technology has had its glory days. Have government made good use of our biotechnology graduates? If Kai Xun, Jason, Su Yin, Felix, and other biotechnology graduates were to serve back home, they could be posted here, right here in Semenyih.<br /><br />Ah…random thoughts. I did sleep in the car after that, while my sis was doing all the driving =p Terima kasih!syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-19467873508071355872010-01-09T13:43:00.002+08:002010-01-10T02:06:22.606+08:00Last Few Days in Canberra<div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338727&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs300.ash1/22742_239962649961_506094961_3338727_3004864_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">On graduation day, I saw Elvin taking pictures on this lavender patch so I've decided to take a last stroll down to ANU.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338725&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239962634961_506094961_3338725_711546_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I couldn't help but to notice how well they bloom in summer.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338668&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239955559961_506094961_3338668_6348718_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">And as I was away in Melbourne, 3 new sculptures were placed around civic and ANU. This one was easily my favourite not only because of its cuteness, but the story behind it. It's located near the Civic carousel.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338669&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239955564961_506094961_3338669_2356323_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">On the Staircase, 2005 by Keld Moseholm<br /><br />"This bronze and cooper sculpture contrasts a series of small human forms with the architectural weight of an oversized staircase. The artwork has a philosophical aspect by reflecting on the effect of reading on the spirit -<br />the more I read, the smaller I feel.<br /><br />Launced by Jon Stanhope MLA Chief Minister and Minister for the Arts on 6 October 2009.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338672&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs220.snc3/22742_239955589961_506094961_3338672_2972488_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">The second sculpture is located just a few footsteps away from the first. It originated from a weird Greek myth.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338671&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs300.ash1/22742_239955579961_506094961_3338671_5869936_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Icarus Series, 2009 by Jan Brown AM<br /><br />"These four bronze figures are inspired by the ancient Greek myth of Icarus. This in story, Icarus' father, Daedalus, creates wings made from feathers and wax for himself and his son to flee from captivity on the island of Crete. Icarus is warned by his father not to fly too close to the sun or the sea. However, exhilarated by the experience of flight, Icarus flies too high, his waxen wings melt and he falls to his death. Brown's sculpture<br />encourages sympathy with Icarus' unbridled exuberance and an acceptance of its inevitable tragic consequences."<br /><br />Launched on 16 December 2009 by Jon Stanhope MLA, Chief Minister and Minister for the Arts and Heritage</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338728&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239962654961_506094961_3338728_2511412_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">This one, many of you may have noticed it during graduation since it's strategically located near street theater cafe. As for as I know, there's no story behind it.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338730&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs300.ash1/22742_239962674961_506094961_3338730_1419840_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Relic, 2007 by Rick Amor<br /><br />"Bronze, corten steel base."<br /><br />Launced on 10 December 2009 by Jon Stanhope MLA Chief Minister and Minister for the Arts and Heritage.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3338693&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239957524961_506094961_3338693_3894337_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Also, thanks to organiser, Mr Daryl, we last a great time catching up just a day before Winnie and Lyon flew off. Btw, Daryl and Barney raced in Northbourne Ave =p</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3337807&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs220.snc3/22742_239844564961_506094961_3337807_6330020_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Just yesterday, attending the ANU pre-dep in Spore reignited the excitement I had during my first year, "What will I see upon landing in Canberra? Who will I meet? What events will ANU organise? etc"</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3337874&op=1&view=all&subj=241910614173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=241910614173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22742_239845099961_506094961_3337874_7167541_n.jpg" alt="" class=" " onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Man, I feel so excited for the newbies! Coincidentally, Winnie upload the unforgettable 1st-year Indian dance =) Ah...I'm so gonna miss uni.</div></div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-16933118560980059162009-12-05T17:04:00.001+08:002009-12-05T17:04:57.922+08:00BooksI just spent a good 3 hours in Newslink, reading about all sorts of things ranging from Tiger Wood's affair to 'Places to eat in Taiping'. There was this book about 'The Worst Invention of Mankind' and 'Karaoke' was surprisingly in the list. Perhaps I should go back and check out the reason.<br /><br />These couple of years, I realised that I could potentially spend hours in bookshops. It's like I'm in a zone where almost every type of books appeal to me, be it self-help books, fictions, traveling magazines, etc. I remember telling Ann Bell, "I love buying books but would never finish reading them." She found it pretty weird but that sentence still very much describes me.<br /><br />You see, I may be interested in a particular book when I first saw it but it may eventually lie untouched in my cupboard after being scanned by the cashier. Perhaps I have the ADD thingy that Barney has. My attention diverges too quickly. Thus, it may be best that I just pay a weekly visit to bookshops and flip through all sorts of books.<br /><br />All books are interesting in their own way, addressing different aspects of our lives and representing the hard work of their respective authors. Unfortunately, their price usually puts potential buyers off. It may also be impractical to keep buying books due to storage issue and the fact that they may not even be re-read.<br /><br />Yi Sung showed me his e-book about a week ago. I was really impressed by its features and practicality, though Sung said he would miss the sight of his bookshelves should e-book totally eliminates the need to print books in the future. Perhaps some of us would miss the act of flipping pages, the dog ears, bookmarks, etc. These could be some of the things we like about reading and e-book takes away all that.<br /><br />I think in the future, I'll end up bringing my children to bookshops and let them discover that there's so much to learn and every book is special in its own way.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-29177858490617432662009-11-07T17:14:00.003+08:002009-11-07T17:21:40.275+08:00Candle in the windThe battle has ended. Just as I was drown with exams and studies, this news hit me hard. It did occur to me once in a while, “What if… she lost?” If you were to time-travel and told me my 4th aunt would only live till the age of 50, I’d say that it’s a cruel statement to make to a lady who was dear to everyone.<br /><br />I find it hard to believe the hug I gave her last month was the last. The slight recovery she made when I was back home gave me hope, that I could one day see her normal self performing her daily routine and that I could one day, give her one tighter hug. I kept wondering what I would have done differently if I had known of this fact earlier.<br /><br />Perhaps God has all this while been arranging a brief but merry life for my aunt. For those of you who were lucky enough to meet her, you’d remember how easily she made you feel belonged and how caring she was, even if you were not a close family member. At the end of the day, we’ve all been granted our wish, just in a slightly different way. She is no longer suffering but is no longer with us either.<br /><br />All is not lost. Throughout her hardship, humanity has shone through her beloved husband, sister, daughter and family members who have been by her side, doing whatever they could to help. I admire them, deeply. Let us hope that she has regained her health and is happy wherever she is. In this trying time, may she guide her children though their exams and be there spiritually for her family who would find it very challenging to carry on living without her parental guidance and love.<br /><br />To my 4th aunt, you have been an inspiration and will be deeply missed. We love you.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-38384996469559443902009-11-01T15:00:00.001+08:002009-11-01T15:35:53.085+08:00My first radio interview<div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"> <div>I've always wanted to hear my own voice in a radio ad, saying,<br /><br />"My FM, ying yue wu sian, tie xin kong jien. tai ping, 100.2, wo shi yeam"<br />"988, you sheng you se. tai ping 98.8, wo shi yeam"<br /><br />And while watching Skyfire last year, I scrolled through as many radio stations as I could to see if there was any Chinese radio station in Canberra. Unfortunately, zero.<br /><br />Hence, when HL called me last week and said he wanted to do a recorded interview with me on behalf of a Chinese radio station, imagine how excited I was. Aside from the fact that I've never done a radio interview, this would actually be conducted in Mandarin when I could barely string a perfect sentence with it. The topic revolves around uni, cultural shocks, student organisations, plans after uni, Malaysia, and also a bit on relationship. Understandably, everyone is worried about my cannot-make-it mandarin so I was thinking of brushing it up but assignments and exam preparation took up most of my time.<br /><br />So I was pretty nervous when approaching HL today and prayed hard that he didn't have to pause the recording too frequently as a result of my poor mandarin.<br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871612&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202209961_506094961_2871612_1657123_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I was greeted by this front desk.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871624&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202284961_506094961_2871624_5811378_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">And a familiar face =) Nick actually runs his own programme though I can't remember whether it's a daily or weekly one.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871613&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202214961_506094961_2871613_743367_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It didn't take me long to realise (from the pictures on the wall) that most of the people operating this radio station were uni students. The main station is located in Melbourne but FM88 just recently branched out to Canberra last May.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871618&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202249961_506094961_2871618_3572047_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">While we can't receive signal of this 6-month old radio station in radios, we can still do so online.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871630&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202329961_506094961_2871630_6248093_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">The interview lasted for slightly more than an hour. Thankfully, HL didn't have to stop the recording due to my mandarin.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871631&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202334961_506094961_2871631_8658_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">While he was busy editing the interview, I wandered around the station.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871619&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202254961_506094961_2871619_4908472_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">admiring the technologies<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871628&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc3/14844_165202309961_506094961_2871628_4131878_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">and capturing as many pictures as I could to remind my future-self of this historic mandarin interview.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2871632&op=1&view=all&subj=166337354173&aid=-1&auser=0&oid=166337354173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs101.snc3/14844_165202339961_506094961_2871632_3941279_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I was really tempted to stay for Ellen's interview but it would just make her more nervous =p<br />Anyways, I'm sure she would do well given that her mandarin is way better. Thanks a lot to HL for the memorable hour! (and stay tune to FM88) =p</div></div></div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-49492051137175128442009-10-18T20:08:00.002+08:002009-10-18T20:11:28.792+08:00Bruce Hall looks pretty<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDADlYhaJjUWtu4IrYh10Fd-9y5p2-YBn51vdIPlh18CigRvLwTXZNARQf-eH7xxMrGK57VXsak9QMhBSzmxjfX-MqxBqVH52r5vt91lGZMlRGsSbvvvCisw9K21BTA3YbjE3f_w/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDADlYhaJjUWtu4IrYh10Fd-9y5p2-YBn51vdIPlh18CigRvLwTXZNARQf-eH7xxMrGK57VXsak9QMhBSzmxjfX-MqxBqVH52r5vt91lGZMlRGsSbvvvCisw9K21BTA3YbjE3f_w/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393911099778525186" border="0" /></a>Small yellow flowers blooming on the grass patch just outside of extension. Not very obvious from this photo but you get the idea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnL7QYVJf3s4TEdNpYO2Sg9-fiWXLRZ_O469AMVZIX05F_Pc-mGv1j3q1zWacaE4_KAGOPYZwv3g8Zs5wljCfCOqxe1L4bRDyT9w9Ddo0Rf_Mc9MhOHGIErQd-ChtnQ_tqpCw1g/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnL7QYVJf3s4TEdNpYO2Sg9-fiWXLRZ_O469AMVZIX05F_Pc-mGv1j3q1zWacaE4_KAGOPYZwv3g8Zs5wljCfCOqxe1L4bRDyT9w9Ddo0Rf_Mc9MhOHGIErQd-ChtnQ_tqpCw1g/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393911116216306674" border="0" /></a>And I snapped my first bee pic today =)</div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-48626087651799795332009-10-14T23:07:00.002+08:002009-10-14T23:11:57.389+08:00*breathe*An email which I thought would be a generic chain mail turned out to be a sweet message from my dad. He reminded me of the saying I painted on the wall of my room. I suddenly felt as if there was a force field, shielding me from the noisy metropolitan, slowing down the world a little bit. It gave me a well-needed kit-kat break. I closed my eyes and pictured my blue cozy room. Then, reality honked at me. I was back in a noisy city with cars everywhere and people rushing to get to work.<br /><br />Uni has been crazy lately. With all the assessments happening coincidentally at the same time, this week can easily be the most challenging one, academically, out of my 2.75 years here. Felt like I couldn’t catch a break (Hofstadter 2009). I’m surprised a sleep-deprived me has yet to form that two very dark rings though I have been spotted dozing off in classes.<br /><br />My sincere gratitude to all who prayed for my aunt. It’s very sweet of you all to include her in your prayers. In his email, my dad said she is well recuperating everyday despite not relying on medication. Prayers and natural goodness from mother nature ie fruits, water, wheat have done her good. Here’s to an ongoing recovery to my aunt and a smooth-sailing assessment period to all students.<br /><br />Cheers.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-86071786235846880732009-09-28T10:35:00.002+08:002009-09-28T10:42:15.745+08:00Family...it's bitter sweetAlert: These are random thoughts. Paragraphs may not flow.<br /><br />In a span of three days, I stepped foot in Canberra, Sydney, Spore, Nilai, KL, Klang, and Taiping. That’s as to close to teleportation as I can ever get, I think. It feels very special when you’re busy with uni life in Canberra today and find yourself eating crab for dinner the next day in Nilai, listening to your parents reminding you to take Vitamin C, and hearing David Tao’s latest single from your sister’s playlist. For the past two years, I’ve always given myself a grace period of a few weeks (after my final exam) before flying back during summer, so the mindset is there, “I’m going back home.” But this time, I was pretty drowned with not so much studies, but performance, editorial work, etc. Before I knew it, I was spending a wonderful time enjoying (making fun of) the performances in China Night with Tim and Daryl on Thurs night, then appreciating the sound of mahjong bricks and family chats two days after. It’s special, really. As aforementioned, it definitely feels like I just teleported.<br /><br />While I enjoy the food and company back home, reality slapped me right on the face. Not that it reminded me of the 3 assignments I have yet to touch. It was about the differences in mindset between my family and I, or more generally, between the younger and the older generation. We love each other despite the lack of physical expression. They watched me grow and have helped me in countless ways. My life would’ve never been the same without their love and care. It is not surprising that throughout my 3 years in Australia, the thing I miss about home (besides the food that is) is definitely the family atmosphere. Many times, halfway through lecture, I wish to be teleported right to the mahjong desk in my uncle’s place or to the Chinese New Year eve gathering dinner in my tua ee’s house.<br /><br />Now that I find myself in that actually position, I’m happy, but far from contented. Language has been a great barrier when connecting with my family.. My tua ee took good care of my sister and I when my parents were busy teaching. She loves us a lot and well, she does show some physical affection. Eg before giving out Ang Pow during Chinese New Year, she kisses both of us. Every year, I see her white hair conquering a larger proportion of her head. I realised that I should treasure the time I have with her but I’m lost for words each time I try to start a conversation. My Hokkien is just too basic for any deeper conversation. There’s a lot that I wish to share with her but till today, I failed miserably. The only things I’ve done so far were standing/sitting beside her for a few minutes and getting her water while she works her magic at mahjong.<br /><br />Even with my nephews and nieces, I wanna sit down and talk to them, about studies, friendship, etc. I wish to share with them the things that they can expect from the outside world upon completing school. Not that they can’t understand English, but it may feel a bit weird speaking English with them because Hokkien and Mandarin are the two mediums of conversation we used all this while. Also, it’s difficult to find the right setting.<br /><br />Since heart to heart talk doesn’t really exist between the younger and older generations in my family, the elderly tends to judge us, teenagers too quickly, based on everything physical ie appearance, actions, etc. More often than not, we keep quiet despite the wrong impression that they have on us either because we’re too lazy to defend ourselves, doing so make us desperate, or we choose to ignore how they feel about us. To make matters worse, it’s too normal for human to remember more of the negative things that others do to them instead of the good. I don’t know, perhaps bad incidents just leave a longer-lasting scar in human heart. There may never be a practical solution. And we don’t choose our family members. Fortunately enough for me, the fact that majority of my family members are kind-hearted lots over-shadowed this problem. Hey, even friendships have their own set of conflicts.<br /><br />Two days ago, I saw my sick 4th aunt. As I turned the doorknob, I kept saying, “This is it. This is it.” My sister a couple of days ago updated me about her situation just so I wouldn’t be too shocked when I see her face to face. It feels very painful to see one of the most kind-hearted women I know who appears to be fine in the beginning of this year but is now so frail. I can’t stop picturing her normal self. It’s just too difficult to digest the fact that cancer has consumed her terribly quickly within less than a year. The pain that she has gone through is beyond my scope of imagination. It’s scary to even think about it. Everybody questioned God. Everyone thought God picked the wrong person. But none of this can help heal her. For the past few weeks, we’ve been praying, releasing animals, and asking for spiritual help. During this trying time, the norm has been challenged. Priorities were shuffled. I’m glad everyone is sticking together.<br /><br />To my dear aunt, you are the most selfless person I’ve ever met and I hope God quickly remembers that.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-23194522487960761032009-09-06T23:00:00.001+08:002009-09-06T23:08:52.808+08:00First Magpie Attack<p>Bought McD breakfast this morning and a magpie approached me (near Packard), gently showing some interests on my mcmuffin and hash browns. </p><p>"Nope, nope, this is not for you," I said.</p><p>Half an hour later, on the way to sports hall, there was this magpie which flew just right above my head. (I have yet to freak out). Then it stopped and stared at me as if I'm its long-time enemy. And CHARGE towards me!</p><p>"Gosh, is this for real? Is there food on my hair?" I've never felt this panicked, not in ANU.</p><p>This time, its left wing actually hit my head. I shouted and started using my badminton bag to cover my poor head. It stared at me again before it started charging. I can hear it making contact with my badminton bag. </p><p>"Should I run? Should I run?"</p><p>I didn't...Thank God after charging for a couple of times, it left me alone. </p><p>I actually couldn't think of any good reason for the attack until Wei Min said, "Hey, could it be the same magpie you refuse to give your McD to?"Well, that makes sense but if that's actually true, then crows are so revengeful! (and it proves that they can remember faces very well)</p>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-54716342047109010162009-09-01T08:49:00.003+08:002009-09-01T08:52:24.799+08:00Cool Plate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPrq9-MoLxbt2u8OsXES1LBMnD4jxUiHrqL8Fv9f3fuQfsFfNrUynTwi9ntcOj74ZjdSLxKan6PGdjP_K7i0WRBAjzIpyMS-Nk6cnZu1qEU_r_F5Hdy6F1AnP_e3PwzjZpGbO4Q/s1600-h/CIMG2917.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPrq9-MoLxbt2u8OsXES1LBMnD4jxUiHrqL8Fv9f3fuQfsFfNrUynTwi9ntcOj74ZjdSLxKan6PGdjP_K7i0WRBAjzIpyMS-Nk6cnZu1qEU_r_F5Hdy6F1AnP_e3PwzjZpGbO4Q/s400/CIMG2917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376294781006486466" border="0" /></a>Ah Boon came to Canberra last week. As we walked from Civic to ANU, he noticed this hilarious. I didn't even notice how funny it was until he pointed it out.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-37145762647715959522009-08-19T15:03:00.001+08:002009-08-19T15:04:39.892+08:00A Phonecall that Changed My LifeIt's never gonna be the same for the next couple of years.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-14962125023880397022009-08-08T11:56:00.007+08:002009-08-08T13:21:53.204+08:00To all parentsWhen you are wondering if your children are coming back for meals, I get it.<br />When you are wondering if you should cook the vege now cause it may be cold already by the time your children get back but this is the only time you are free, I get it.<br />When you are wondering how much of your advice will actually make it to their brain, I get it.<br />When you feel like lending your brain to your children, just so they know what you meant by 'consequences', I get it.<br />When you are helplessly looking at your children going down the wrong path, I get it.<br />When you feel that there's a need to explain yourself but you're too tired to, I get it.<br />When you feel that your children are wasting their time doing nothing because by comparison, you are using your time more efficiently, I get it.<br />When you are wondering why your children can never get things done without you asking them to ie. nagging, I get it.<br />When you are upset that your children did not inform you where they went especially at night, I get it.<br />When you feel bad for scolding your children, making them think that you are furious and afraid of you when you are not actually that angry, you were just caring for them, I get it.<br />When you see your children spending money like nobody's business while you work so hard to earn a living, I get it.<br />When you wish you could just sleep a little longer but you can't, for your children's sake, I get it.<br />When you wonder why your children can never eat healthily on their own initiative, I get it.<br />When you feel like you are racing against time to drive your children to school (or anywhere else), sacrificing your leisure or work, I get it.<br />When you are upset that your children did not eat your cooking, I get it.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-78518819697019937162009-08-07T21:47:00.003+08:002009-08-07T21:52:06.399+08:00Stepped on sthStepped on a chewing gum today in sports hall. Suddenly felt that my right shoe had a better grip.<br /><br />"Nah..couldn't be chewing gum..this is Australia"<br /><br />After 30 minutes, I realised it actually was. Can't remember that last time this happened.<br /><br />Btw, I feel pretty tired of doing ppl favours. But life would be meaningless if it only revolves around me. I foresee this dilemma of helping ppl will continue for the rest of my life. God, please be with me. I know I'm doing the right thing but it's tiring.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-40773174008116566842009-07-14T08:36:00.000+08:002009-07-14T09:52:53.033+08:00Oprah House Performance<div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140252&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101159864961_506094961_2140252_2579333_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Canberra Choir performed Beethoven's Ode To Joy along with choirs from New Zealand, China, and US.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140153&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101157539961_506094961_2140153_5035139_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Rehearsal in St Andrew's Cathedral</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140182&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101157754961_506094961_2140182_1477401_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Choir coach, Jeffrey from Seattle, giving some advices. Very charismatic. Like Paul Chen.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140156&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101157559961_506094961_2140156_2761612_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Mass rehearsal in Angel Place Recital Hall</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140159&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101157579961_506094961_2140159_5396821_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I present you, Linn Weeda with his 64-piece orchestra from Alaska! Linn has a classic look of a historian.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140319&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101160309961_506094961_2140319_6749555_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">See what I mean?</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140169&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101157664961_506094961_2140169_3584630_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">And he sweats profusely due to some vigorous conducting movements.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140184&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101157764961_506094961_2140184_7510719_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">This choir group was an enthusiastic lot. They warmed up by singing/talking to the person next to them.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140187&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101157784961_506094961_2140187_4372645_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">In fact, the man at the bottom left, even talked to his imaginary friend.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140254&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101159879961_506094961_2140254_6001534_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Roughly 24 hours before the performance began, we received a notice to perform a Chinese song, Shi Jie Bo Lan (World Expo) with the Chinese Choir. I think they wanted us to help fill up the stage and also, they wanted to reflect unity.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140253&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101159869961_506094961_2140253_3237628_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">So we were provided with this han yin pin yin which interestingly has another line of english translation since most english native speakers may not be able to pronounce han yin pin yin that accurately.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140232&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101159749961_506094961_2140232_2767802_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">"I want you all to go out there with some excitement and do your best. I know you haven't rehearsed this before but I've looked at the chords. The melody's simple. You are performing in the finale of 20th Australian International Music Festival! This is gonna be the night that you'll never forget. I'm actually jealous! And don't be afraid to speak to the Chinese Choir. Be friendly. They know a little bit of English too."<br />One of them: "How to you say hello in Chinese?"<br />Me: Ni hao<br />Students: lol..miao miao...lol</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140278&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101160034961_506094961_2140278_7221036_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">After lots of funny moments and a few short rounds of rehearsal, we were set to go on stage with the Chinese orchestra and choir, following a breathtaking umbrella dance by the Chinese contingent.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140282&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101160059961_506094961_2140282_2092569_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It all went well with the song, after which all of us waved this flag with enthusiasm. I then found out that this song was meant to promote the World Expo in Shanghai next year.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140281&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101160049961_506094961_2140281_6795759_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It was about half an hour before the Beethoven performance began so we had a short break.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140234&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101159759961_506094961_2140234_4766905_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Look at the huge cellos!</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140261&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101159919961_506094961_2140261_1633353_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">I have to say the Oprah House Concert Hall didn't look that superb from the stage. But I'm sure it will be so from the audience's angle.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140292&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101160139961_506094961_2140292_6162727_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Half way through the interval, we re-entered the stage and got into position. The mass choir started off performing Gloria (before Beethoven). And since a few of us didn't know that piece, we have to pretend as if we did, by moving our lips and flipping pages.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140301&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101160199961_506094961_2140301_3856835_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">Linn then introduced the four solo singers for Beethoven's piece and the mass choir gave it their all.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140325&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs197.snc1/6652_101160344961_506094961_2140325_3177644_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">After the performance, we received a huge round of applause.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140309&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101160249961_506094961_2140309_4787299_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">We shook hands.</div></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2140308&op=1&view=all&subj=101683959173&aid=-1&oid=101683959173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs177.snc1/6652_101160244961_506094961_2140308_7964726_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">It felt great. Months of hard work finally boiled down to this moment and we weren't disappointed. It is indeed a moment of our lives which will not be forgotten.</div></div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-9226100138220603532009-07-12T07:28:00.003+08:002009-07-12T07:33:12.684+08:00SGI schoomates, read this =)Imagine not seeing a high school senior for at least 5 years. Then all of a sudden, you spot him in a foreign country. He looks a much buffer than before.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vHnCXnR3nXNoX-6eqepePsG_EgVMu4Dsyf1psjbvun9bFz3AgkvIX3yRRR0_dj4XE73BUAGEpRlRHJr7mJLyfJpkbE5AJVtdRAlMaR6TX36n1WWNL6vyGWp5n7hdTz9_88J-eA/s1600-h/DSC_0901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vHnCXnR3nXNoX-6eqepePsG_EgVMu4Dsyf1psjbvun9bFz3AgkvIX3yRRR0_dj4XE73BUAGEpRlRHJr7mJLyfJpkbE5AJVtdRAlMaR6TX36n1WWNL6vyGWp5n7hdTz9_88J-eA/s400/DSC_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357348961378031282" border="0" /></a>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-58103867555124440402009-06-11T13:16:00.004+08:002009-06-12T21:10:50.244+08:00A Keanu Maybe?The threat human poses to environment is real, everyone knows that. Perhaps it’s due to this exact reason that many of us do not even bother doing anything about it anymore. Strong advocators of environmental issues are deemed as nagging individuals who has nothing better to worry about (chiak pa boh su cho, sek pau tang si oh).<br /><br />We owe it to our future generations for not being able to think on their behalf, for letting them reap what we sow. Development has always been occurring with the expense of the environment. The balancing point is a grey area that is forever up for debate. In a matter of decades, the next generation will face the horrible consequences of our selfish actions.<br /><br />Just today, a Star article “Conserve water from now, Klang Valley folk warned” caught my eye. The first sentence goes, “Water rationing could start next month for Klang Valley residents if they do not conserve water from now”. Typical Malaysians would’ve had their jaws dropped at this point till they glance through, “At the moment, the water levels at most dams in the country have not reached the critical mark.” With a sigh of relief, it’s business as usual for them from then onwards.<br /><br />Drainage and Irrigation Department Hydrology and Water Resources Director (longest title ever), Datuk Lim Chow Hock advises Malaysians to, “water your garden less frequently, do not let water run when you are brushing your teeth, use pails instead of a hose when washing your car.” While all those are sound advices, I can’t help but to wonder if he actually practices that himself or is he just saying it because he’s the director of (the longest name).<br /><br />Our lists of priorities are growing day by day so much so that ‘taking care of the environment’ is never anywhere near the top. It takes a lot of effort and commitment for someone to be environmental friendly. For firms, it also involves money and typically, ‘being environmental friendly’ means increasing cost and shrinking profits. I guess it’s fair for us to assume that environmental-friendly policies are one of the last things they’ll accept with open arms.<br /><br />Of course, there’re lots of responsible companies and individuals, fighting for the betterment of mother nature and I’m proud of them. I see lots of shoppers in Supabarn using green bags, MASCA NSW introducing a refreshing “We Are Going Green, So Can You!” concept, Bruce Hall initiating a four-minute shower effort, Shell finding a way to safely store CO2 underground, Honda producing hydrogen-driven cars, Readers Digest printing a blue issue specially devoted to water matters, Times publishing a list of food that requires lots of energy of produce, etc. Whether or not they’re doing it for the sake of good image, I choose to be optimistic. I pray that we won’t be outnumbered by profit-driven companies and short-sighted individuals who may ultimately offset these noble efforts.<br /><br />It never stopped occurring in my mind that we need a Keavu Reeves to come down to earth and threaten humans, ending our fragile existence on the poor Earth. By that time though, it may have been too late.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-60536564577727410852009-06-06T14:18:00.005+08:002009-06-09T19:07:42.451+08:00Gardening<div style="text-align: center;">Doing gardening with Bruce Green has been an eye-opening experience. Cleaning the Green House, planting onions and baby carrots, setting up the irrigation system and touching dirt again reminds me so much of Kemahiran Hidup. Here are some interesting things I saw:-<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpRf2_3O00i-9NSDqoqkwvUERMmu8A0qQPQcJmUlzrAksCAIjzQfWFicYZz7Huap_qw2D9f9MkEdzmEMynkDahf2EbvuLptWeDi_DIIuqxuNwc4eApxz22GfiQ1yIPfrws2C78w/s1600-h/DSC_0671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpRf2_3O00i-9NSDqoqkwvUERMmu8A0qQPQcJmUlzrAksCAIjzQfWFicYZz7Huap_qw2D9f9MkEdzmEMynkDahf2EbvuLptWeDi_DIIuqxuNwc4eApxz22GfiQ1yIPfrws2C78w/s400/DSC_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095732046694818" border="0" /></a>ANU's organic garden<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSmDSdlwIec8sG2Eh8dV7BTSdSOYwjhfvln1nyRS1MOOODtOFNnQI8JxcdifUjApXGIFSHqzejfxO1SS9heJxdulrUZLiH-Ht0DpY9-P04kS7ACL2f6NtVxlwgkluDjOtJnxk_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSmDSdlwIec8sG2Eh8dV7BTSdSOYwjhfvln1nyRS1MOOODtOFNnQI8JxcdifUjApXGIFSHqzejfxO1SS9heJxdulrUZLiH-Ht0DpY9-P04kS7ACL2f6NtVxlwgkluDjOtJnxk_Q/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095845934508322" border="0" /></a>A cool garden car<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4Js1wFWYcp1l99nFK5zro3QcoYGoeomKd-3WlYsOrSecI1AeEAsU73DKilm-OROi20U7JNgSGS2kS5JSppoizhqYU0bgUXvfVPCiu29dIqfJESGZQCxCNawdEdrFI7aD97Wz0w/s1600-h/DSC_0653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4Js1wFWYcp1l99nFK5zro3QcoYGoeomKd-3WlYsOrSecI1AeEAsU73DKilm-OROi20U7JNgSGS2kS5JSppoizhqYU0bgUXvfVPCiu29dIqfJESGZQCxCNawdEdrFI7aD97Wz0w/s400/DSC_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095843479373026" border="0" /></a>A compost bin made to breed worms<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvWt9kDvQdCiFZXzDaPQQ5oTNMnJQl-lA0sQmq7dD4hepVc0Aj7I2mhwBzoufrD7fEgfB9ndX9uNLSX-syQkcmllIMUU7gPv3jF_2oZAVw7jsXR1lsSE0B0W03iNo7QrgEBWSNg/s1600-h/DSC_0683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvWt9kDvQdCiFZXzDaPQQ5oTNMnJQl-lA0sQmq7dD4hepVc0Aj7I2mhwBzoufrD7fEgfB9ndX9uNLSX-syQkcmllIMUU7gPv3jF_2oZAVw7jsXR1lsSE0B0W03iNo7QrgEBWSNg/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095734371752546" border="0" /></a>Another version of scarecrow (note the marble eyes)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUufCkiS-oUcugNpskksaRYLggFDvj8VxcsvPMfM7XybpHDWwdWRX07BqInwt1gtZi6sLO4ihTcAhhpFmUBBOdEJ0AbP3s9-m0v91rZRRG7hJJEUYCHRwsr8iwLtx-MzfyJ41Lg/s1600-h/DSC_0685.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUufCkiS-oUcugNpskksaRYLggFDvj8VxcsvPMfM7XybpHDWwdWRX07BqInwt1gtZi6sLO4ihTcAhhpFmUBBOdEJ0AbP3s9-m0v91rZRRG7hJJEUYCHRwsr8iwLtx-MzfyJ41Lg/s400/DSC_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095731852149858" border="0" /></a>I even ate a flower<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbtqvsZKihULKtEEEAGIz2K022rLGOGSPb8aIsuTRjlvhqZlZkt-ssPXhfuf9OxhHMg1QdegjUb7BzqUhA9eFIpqYd_MnTh-R-Qc5Ahzko85wWk4J6mctqmecj5HlnjsF00Tz-w/s1600-h/DSC_0666.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbtqvsZKihULKtEEEAGIz2K022rLGOGSPb8aIsuTRjlvhqZlZkt-ssPXhfuf9OxhHMg1QdegjUb7BzqUhA9eFIpqYd_MnTh-R-Qc5Ahzko85wWk4J6mctqmecj5HlnjsF00Tz-w/s400/DSC_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095745033289314" border="0" /></a>But I guess one of the best thing is the range of people I'm mixing with.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aVNgcINDR-j2nSlJOtFKDCNVRBjis-0DwpU3Kol5ndyuB918bqMTYHBNG00eqMseh6laXu1i7WTfZCqd_vsElov5WyDM4vHfiVLsvX8Jkz4pXQM0EmiLuDtPgiD59BxiyJkatg/s1600-h/DSC_0667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aVNgcINDR-j2nSlJOtFKDCNVRBjis-0DwpU3Kol5ndyuB918bqMTYHBNG00eqMseh6laXu1i7WTfZCqd_vsElov5WyDM4vHfiVLsvX8Jkz4pXQM0EmiLuDtPgiD59BxiyJkatg/s400/DSC_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344095740719551986" border="0" /></a>This is a new German friend of mine holding a pumpkin partially eaten by a mouse. Today's probably the last time I'll be seeing him since he's on exchange for this semester only.<br /><br />I've also befriended my very first Mexican friend and had a shock when he pronnounced his country as meh-hee-ko instead of max-see-ko. Last Monday, when Jun Sang said meh-hee-ko and made the whole class laugh, I thought he was merely making fun of the country. Now I know it's actually the local way of pronouncing it.<br /><br /></div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-65003441144627915772009-06-02T18:57:00.001+08:002009-06-02T19:08:32.829+08:00Hit Hard By A Change<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEqX74FHqliE8p_0clP5LXmsyTYWdS3ChGFRysvjWGxWCG-_CwkReubOOOMfKylHLjwOv5XKIZdXMEN_fPO9SY1upIee6Y993BUcz3HTv8B8LUWNAVaYPUz-xJUbFbiR2xSd0qw/s1600-h/DSC_0860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEqX74FHqliE8p_0clP5LXmsyTYWdS3ChGFRysvjWGxWCG-_CwkReubOOOMfKylHLjwOv5XKIZdXMEN_fPO9SY1upIee6Y993BUcz3HTv8B8LUWNAVaYPUz-xJUbFbiR2xSd0qw/s400/DSC_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342683725429285138" border="0" /></a>This is something you'll usually ignore in lecture, thinking that it's just another policy a hopeful candidate is trying to put forward in an upcoming election to fish for votes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsGt5DHBjbvrfc4OJmkSR7lgJdTF0rFKcTDUGoRo6dNQ4gAKLcQrmHbjxd6iDH_rN146KO0dvvxv218WGgj76vGgBlfIsIxtSe6COMo2CkM1uJlVMXwpifzkSaBfemUhFnZZ1EQ/s1600-h/DSC_0864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsGt5DHBjbvrfc4OJmkSR7lgJdTF0rFKcTDUGoRo6dNQ4gAKLcQrmHbjxd6iDH_rN146KO0dvvxv218WGgj76vGgBlfIsIxtSe6COMo2CkM1uJlVMXwpifzkSaBfemUhFnZZ1EQ/s400/DSC_0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342683720784720002" border="0" /></a>However, when you stare at this bad news for a couple of seconds and realise that it is actually for real this time and there's nothing you can do about it, it feels awful.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSr2sY1rVCf-MrXNwLQm-cnCQ-6gwC_cs7pkBJhMrwVpnzow8WfNSrLpYL3FbQGeOYoK2Q87SFksc7LscJzNpa4FZZI42VhLbtuvbaA-2wfvJRzA-7ZnJx1PjNDrhQjWkdfaYgg/s1600-h/DSC_0866.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSr2sY1rVCf-MrXNwLQm-cnCQ-6gwC_cs7pkBJhMrwVpnzow8WfNSrLpYL3FbQGeOYoK2Q87SFksc7LscJzNpa4FZZI42VhLbtuvbaA-2wfvJRzA-7ZnJx1PjNDrhQjWkdfaYgg/s400/DSC_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342683717162276690" border="0" /></a>I guess that's how a firm will feel should its investments turn obsolete someday.<br /><br />Btw, an important announcement that ANU students must read, http://timetable.anu.edu.au/H1N1Flu.pdf<br /><br /></div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-39293638296807777172009-05-28T01:22:00.000+08:002009-05-28T01:32:43.310+08:00I Couldn't Sleep So I Sat Down and Posted This<div>I felt pretty sick yesterday and decided to call it a day at 9.30pm. Instead of sleeping soundly through the night, I struggled in my dream and woke up at 12.30am, mentally exhausted.<br /><br />In my dream, my sis was driving me around in Penang.<br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1867729&op=1&view=all&subj=84508839173&aid=-1&oid=84508839173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4693_84229039961_506094961_1867729_7762806_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /></a></div></div><div class="clear_none"><br />Instead of being in the car, I was actually on the outside with both my legs tied on the bonnet. Can't remember why.<br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1867730&op=1&view=all&subj=84508839173&aid=-1&oid=84508839173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4693/230/23/506094961/n506094961_1867730_640164.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /></a></div></div><div class="clear_none"><br />The horror started when the road suddenly went vertical and super narrow with cracks everywhere. I was shouting to my sis, "No, no, no! You're not driving up there! I'm gonna fall...even you're going fall". I think she couldn't hear me. Anyway, she kept driving but surprisingly, the car didn't fall. Me on the other hand, hung on to the car the best I could.<br />Minutes later, my arms began to shake and were about to gave way. I imagined myself hanging in the air with my legs tied up the car...<br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1867731&op=1&view=all&subj=84508839173&aid=-1&oid=84508839173&id=506094961"><img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs094.snc1/4693_84229164961_506094961_1867731_3826012_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" /></a></div></div><br />Then I woke up. And couldn't fall back to sleep...btw, the vertical road was shaped like an intestine and linked the highway to the Penang bridge.syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-16726602428724897102009-05-15T09:08:00.003+08:002009-05-15T09:50:10.084+08:00Living It!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgPkU2_3e8DSxKYnv-JTzAalyoSKplc51mALg82P4jsvk5Dkqal17kbxm0OUhX9t5E0kpPk3Kg5ALgbYJv14hw4WQMFu4M-rh5dhyjZjk77_CA8tNnL6TjN_-_mYOTcDBdi4cJA/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335854546227116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgPkU2_3e8DSxKYnv-JTzAalyoSKplc51mALg82P4jsvk5Dkqal17kbxm0OUhX9t5E0kpPk3Kg5ALgbYJv14hw4WQMFu4M-rh5dhyjZjk77_CA8tNnL6TjN_-_mYOTcDBdi4cJA/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" /></a>Picture at times, exaggerates the true beauty of nature or even human. You scrolled through some awesome photos of destination you were about to visit only to be disappointed that the real place didn't live up to your expectations. You would be standing there thinking, "Darn, I could've sworn this place looks a hundred times better in photo!"<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335854532868229842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9J8s_4sgxEeoMr-KF4muOBw4DU05ihmPmlDJEIHWjmz9LNARDwn_oJIWNcRjpthp9B_xI-mJf06fGbU0IxDV5GFtU6VvCWhOYMdClA47dShaT_nJ_5B6pHSnKFVgwtbpuFtg3Q/s400/4158_79359549961_506094961_1793970_1058990_n.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">But when it actually does, you'll start to feel as if you're living in a dream. It soothes your emotions and temporarily deviates your attention away from whatever stress you're having. Cycling through campus every single day during autmn has been such a wonderful commute. I'll be riding my bike saying, "Wow..it's like I'm living in a poster...everyday." </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335854538563465922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-tDDKOjSojId0MWpf_PHjFeCOK0vfzQla-tEd9bMpjRdianR6uhNDLlQ1y1HbTmIrZT618kjCH9I03LjuTQE9zy_zo6utyQhSarjWY6jI9FiqBT40enQNgxME_IlXATHsILL5w/s400/DSC_0475.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">ANU is currently experiencing its very own version of Sakura Season. It doesn't take an observant student to notice how quickly the colour of the leaves changes from green to red/yellow/orange, and finally brown, sometimes only in a matter of days. Soon you'll start to notice that the leaves start to fall and the tree that took your breath away yesterday is starting to balder and balder. Looking at the pile of leaves on the grass makes you feel like lying down on them and make a swimming action =p </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335858487227869954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif02zNjBS9XeyeeVpNLskxNZ-NukirNJBu2WcfuiADYCV3H2PxhYwPtE3pRDkOu7GWHH7cpxQ1Pi6oRFAHHv_swChC29kp_D71sGfg_2a-YBuBWddh5ghpK3yQcZ_8zBhx7abt2g/s400/4158_78973854961_506094961_1788458_6412653_n.jpg" border="0" /> As time goes by, you'll start to notice any particular tree that stands out amongst the rest.</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335854543478172658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWkupnn4ZuPx2GfiLqcupFKMQ-4eu5-G0f8s6r4FddsgW9DECoHYqeqtxxLpUqfDQVzH2qbSC72CQ9f6SCWpN7ojZ1aDw_gnsEBpuKurHD0tl-iHtVHH4lJtW0YJDYGoUGJdlwA/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" /> And you hunt for the sole leaf survivor when most of its "colleagues" are already on the ground.<br />Aw..how I wish Taiping Lake Gardens could experience autumn. </div>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-91576086517443312792009-05-10T07:55:00.003+08:002009-05-10T21:44:30.930+08:00Pengalaman Band yang Pertama<p><br /></p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977827908804066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjsbv-BARDjwLlDcVP4FPZwMdrNgZnF5CkuT9CmYL-2MmXAXH6OKedfulKKgT1uouOcNxXtLnBUW22re6HP4f2IATBmmT8LddUtHQ9QFw5YAmQnLGA5ukLRwCTgEDyO1f2G6Sc7w/s400/DSC_0515.JPG" border="0" />Melibatkan diri dalam sesebuah band sememangnya tidak mudah. Namun, itulah impianku selama ini. Kutidak mahu asyik bertungkus-lumus mencari karaoke lagu-lagu kegemaranku sama ada di Youtube mahupun di pasar malam. Lagipun, pengalamanku akan lebih bermakna jikalau band tersebut terdiri daripada rakan-rakan seperjuanganku dari ANU. Justeru, apabila Tim dan Lili ingin menubuhkan band sempena pertandingan Avenue of Stars, kutidak melepaskan peluang untuk menyertai mereka. Tambahan pula, 2009 merupakan tahun terakhir kami di ANU. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977829720238642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8mVVnXBdVmzPVsFAiPh1punFR9Ro4DgkSZVzSuUnDcJWmp97MjKJncYu2O-Bo-sgBemDD4SVqPCmWRvB3Vcdd3y-TSKb_-s_BFAMN7NnJQ91tIIUOrxxr8wix3EbrpJ1hz0OHw/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" border="0" /><br />Seperti yang dijangka, konflik tidak mengambil masa yang lama untuk menjejaskan sesi latihan kami. Aku pasrah apabila beberapa cadanganku ditolak tanpa diberi pertimbangan yang sewajarnya. Sampai minit yang terakhir, ada lagi ahli kumpulan yang masih belum menghafal lirik-lirik dan nota-nota muzik sepenuhnya. Selain itu, kami tidak habis-habis menghadapi masalah untuk memilih antara persembahan dan persahabatan.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977835682465746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjoZlHsfND3Mkuj4vagSwnT7GYgprnYP7hvvtO-vOESwQUmUb4fxB9bGpukw1AeoBtBqofD2nsXoSk1kUDNg8G6qvMDVthYA2oXLScNgDJzq-dmyv4HvLTt7RtxpV58syHCUEhA/s400/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" /><br />Pada malam persembahan tersebut, aku melakukan beberapa kesilapan di luar dugaanku. Salah seorang ahli kumpulanku berasa amat marah akan apa yang berlaku. Sebenarnya, aku sendiri turut kecewa akan kesilapanku. Pengalaman semalam memberi gambaran seolah-olah apa sahaja boleh berlaku di atas pentas. Tidak kira betapa gigihnya seseorang itu berlatih, kebarangkalian berlakunya kemalangan tidah mungkin dapat disingkirkan. Yang penting sekali adalah reaksi kita terhadap apa yang berlaku, seperti apa yang dikata oleh Stephen Covey, "10% of life is made up of what happens to you while the other 90% is decided by how you react." Mana-mana ahli kumpulan yang tidak berpegang pada prinsip ini, sudah cukup untuk menjejaskan prestasi sesebuah band dan mencemari perngalaman sekumpulan sahabat yang cuma ingin melakukan aktiviti yang bermakna bersama-sama. </p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333978123165539602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwsXEoR-YTYzMd6Hl2N2k8uv8bY-lkVtJg2HigwFrb5nhIkaibDl3V9VoikRg55IsSCtBbHS3_BCCZloAqSh8kx5gaIFOVOm7FFt1qX8JOCw0jtielKA8Mk6Xs36ZQZ2naigD4w/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" border="0" /><br />Sekiranya diberi peluang, kutidak pasti sama ada kuakan melibatkan diri dalam kegiatan sebegini pada masa akan datang. Menjadi kawan karib dan menubuhkan sebuah band adalah dua perkara yang agak berbeza. Kita mampu bertolak-ansur dengan perwatakan negatif rakan-rakan kita tetapi setiap manusia mempunyai had masing-masing. Apabila kita perlu bekerjasama dan meluangkan lebih banyak masa bersama-sama, barulah kita berupaya memahami sikap mereka dengan lebih mendalam. Malangnya, persahabatan yang dahulunya kukuh menghadapi risiko untuk menjadi makin rapuh dalam tempoh ini. Mungkin sebab inilah kawan rapat kadang-kala menjadi musuh setelah tinggal lama sebumbung. </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977822295578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhtKlUIEFuTqVLwB6DCsmTpSkiiDnOPnkNWKiYLZxqXx3Zajybn8IzfTRxIFS8Vtiv4vPln-51Bu7MJJsHfYJ4XoofEIRs3vewc3XC60i6dgq9uWz2kJkOPQSRd5_ewoGtBb8gTw/s400/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333977813964682786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ugVdnAjt_DCdwwyOms3fxOM8nz4ezd8If2gvjxJMyB4o5crIzqURW6cqO8IjHYI6HV1LlL_TVfxlNu0mNoAdfgsPqlmSb6aax4_qS4ejHK_-eA2cfq-8tpvnq1S5AOrlDF2LEw/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" border="0" /><br />Walau apapun,pelbagai aspek tentang band telak kupelajari dan memori-memori manis bersama rakan-rakan seperjuangan sudah kuperolehi. Aku turut bersyukur kerana mempunyai penyokong-penyokong yang meluangkan masa, tenaga dan wang masing-masing untuk menghadiri malam tersebut. Ada di kalangan mereka yang memberikan kata-kata semangat yang sangat bermakna buatku. Jutaan terima kasih kepada kamu semua =)syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-10854466842664098652009-05-09T20:27:00.001+08:002009-05-09T20:28:28.543+08:00This Quote Rocks!If every person in the world was given 1/4 of an acre of land<br />The whole of the worlds population would fit into Australia<br />With the rest of the worlds land left over<br /><br />Source (no one would've ever imagined): http://www.user-guides.co.uk/Compaq/CompaqCDDownloads.aspsyyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18600910.post-61043301860450537652009-04-21T09:44:00.004+08:002009-04-21T09:51:57.135+08:00Sis Got Lucky<div align="center">Last week, my sis was sent to Spore for work. When she flew back to KL, guess who was boarding the same flight.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326956196800924754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gPtGU7Nmk7dv2XaPX1CJAWksS5OYpKAhgSZLkn4vfd-EjJTczajzod0izQchijYu5amgIoGCjfMp235iGHVX76450FPJfPu-39VFXFn1r68KbWInt3yF3zfHmZwN8Y7lmUoK6w/s400/100_6739.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Mr Archuleta! He was in KL to promote his latest album.How much better can it get? =p</p><p align="center"></p>syyeamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100291426514042495noreply@blogger.com3