<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:39:53.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vely = Kenui = Chicken Egg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-8365206417685413074</id><published>2007-11-04T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:59.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 19</title><content type='html'>Back from Tapah Lata Kinjang Waterfall, we had dinner in Subang. Then we went back to INTI.&lt;br /&gt;They, who went with the rented van, reached INTI earlier since they didnt go to the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching INTI, we stopped at Block B. Bibi's staying there. I thought that going to juz let her down then we were going to another block. Who knew that Sarabjit parked his car. And I was wondering what actually we were waiting for. Don't really care about that, I talked with Julia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bibi came to the car again, and Sarabjit asked us to come down and walked. It was so odd that all of sudden, Sarabjit asked us to walk. It was becoming more and more strange. I was suspecting... The wierdest thing was I saw Hweeli and Kaheng. They were walking so fast and avoinding to be seen by us. Somemore Dain came and talked to them outside of the car and then disappeared...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was suspecting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suspecting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suspecting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walking with them, suddenly Sarabjit closed my eyes with his strong hands. I asked him to let me go and stop playing. Then I felt something hit me so hard. The next moment I realized that I was wet. It was balloon filled with water that hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4_l009sjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3y0mBUpdqns/s1600-h/PB010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129106944690074162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4_l009sjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3y0mBUpdqns/s320/PB010356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Sarabjit let me go, I saw my frens coming with a cake. They were celebrating my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou, I was and am so touched. I always thought that my birthday is going to be the sadest birthday ever since most of them leave before my birthday and no one will celebrate my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5ABE09skI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DLxuJUR0L70/s1600-h/PB010358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129107412841509442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5ABE09skI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DLxuJUR0L70/s320/PB010358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a wish for my birthday and Wendy came and pour a pail of water on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee... I was a wet chicken egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5CkU09smI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WeKcRvO8yJQ/s1600-h/PB010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129110217455153762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5CkU09smI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WeKcRvO8yJQ/s320/PB010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5ABE09skI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DLxuJUR0L70/s1600-h/PB010358.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they pushed my head on to the cake while taking the candles out using my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5EdU09snI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ftty7Qo-OxA/s1600-h/PB010366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129112296219325042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5EdU09snI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ftty7Qo-OxA/s320/PB010366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This how the cake looked like after they pushed my head on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5FlU09soI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IGX6FKkhev4/s1600-h/PB010376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129113533169906306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5FlU09soI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IGX6FKkhev4/s320/PB010376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny was that Andy and Sarabjit ran to catch amiao for me. Then I applied the cream to her face. It was a funny thing that all of us won't forget. Imagine... 2 guys ran and chase her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5GrE09spI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZIOMv3-eU0E/s1600-h/PB010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129114731465781906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5GrE09spI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZIOMv3-eU0E/s320/PB010380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I continued to chase everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally everyone there was being applied the cake's cream by me... HOHOHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5HNk09sqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Xec78tCPPCM/s1600-h/PB010397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129115324171268770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5HNk09sqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Xec78tCPPCM/s320/PB010397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fed amiao to eat the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5IJE09srI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AdYRak84jB0/s1600-h/PB010392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129116346373485234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5IJE09srI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AdYRak84jB0/s320/PB010392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we drank another bottle of wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is that Julia spilled wine to my body... Gosh!!! I smelled like wine and cake.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily they didn't go and buy eggs and threw me. Or else i would become the smelliest chicken egg EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5d1k09ssI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m9DdvCMGFw0/s1600-h/PB010396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129140200621847234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5d1k09ssI/AAAAAAAAAIk/m9DdvCMGFw0/s320/PB010396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5eYU09stI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UFoyE6vOU24/s1600-h/PB010401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129140797622301394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry5eYU09stI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UFoyE6vOU24/s320/PB010401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my birthday celebration on 1st November. It was one of the most unforgettable birthday i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today November 5, 2007 I am officially 19 years old. And also unexpectedly had another birthday celebration. Wendy brought secret recipe cheesecake which i craved for so long time as my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Hweeli and Wendy came and knocked on my door with the cake. Initially they planned to use webcam to show me. But then the connection was so slow that we couldn't connected. Then Hweeli and Wendy came with the cake. Unfortunately they had o knock for quite a long time coz i was watching with my earphone. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Then Wendy, Hweeli, Dain and I finished the cake together. We went out for supper together. Although some of them couldn't join, they still wish me a happy birthday after all. Which I appreciated so much. Thanks a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that has wish me happy birthday. And thanks for the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;L.O.V.E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-8365206417685413074?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/8365206417685413074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=8365206417685413074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/8365206417685413074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/8365206417685413074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-19.html' title='I am 19'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4_l009sjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3y0mBUpdqns/s72-c/PB010356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-7794151069521020984</id><published>2007-11-04T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:22:59.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>otw back from cameron</title><content type='html'>The way back from Cameron Highlands, again we had a very nice sleep. We stopped by Ipoh to had lunch (tauge chicken rice) and stopped by to have Old Town Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ipoh, we planned to go back straight to Nilai. Then Sarabjit asked us, who were in his car, whether we wanted to go to visit his hometown. He told us that there is a very nice waterfall there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waterfall is really nice. So much more nicer than the one we have in North Sumatra the Sipiso-piso waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129095829314712098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41e009siI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6p8Zj5a-7is/s320/PB010341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Lata Kinjang Waterfall at Tapah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41L009sgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/--aierG1vW8/s1600-h/PB010322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129095502897197570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41L009sgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/--aierG1vW8/s320/PB010322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is the Lata Kinjang Waterfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot to Sarabjit that had brought us there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry for the friends that used the rented van couldn't join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i think we will go there again one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scenery is too nice to be missed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guys, wanna visit this waterfall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We shud!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41WE09shI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K_LX3YW10z4/s1600-h/PB010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129095678990856722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41WE09shI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K_LX3YW10z4/s320/PB010330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry404U09seI/AAAAAAAAAG0/x1t-TXR5asw/s1600-h/PB010330.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posing with the nice scenery of this amazing waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry40q009sdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/suwGsXgqmSg/s1600-h/PB010322.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing water and posing for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129095326803538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41Bk09sfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/meF_NDwBBqY/s320/PB010353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should visit this waterfall. And i guarantee u that u will like it so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-7794151069521020984?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/7794151069521020984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=7794151069521020984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7794151069521020984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7794151069521020984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/11/otw-back-from-cameron.html' title='otw back from cameron'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry41e009siI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6p8Zj5a-7is/s72-c/PB010341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-4476933902978771320</id><published>2007-11-04T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:23:04.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cameron trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day after final, we went to Cameron Highlands. There were 2 cars. Sarabjit's and the other was the rental van. The van was nice and also the driver was a nice guy. Thanks to Mr.Albert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129072941433991250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4gqk09sFI/AAAAAAAAADs/eE3pHiq6-gM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way to Cameron Highlands, most of us slept so tightly. The most important thing is Kaheng farted... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129073538434445426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4hNU09sHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8heIwKOmnPA/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reached Cameron Highlands, we went to the cactus valley. Where u can find lotz and lotz of cactus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129074294348689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4h5U09sJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Xo1Mpcrt3zs/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not wasting our time, we went to the strawberry park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129073942161371266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4hk009sII/AAAAAAAAAEE/NxF3dohyDlk/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this strawberry park, we can try lots of the strawberry dishes which are super nice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129075265011298514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4ix009sNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/raJjopmffMI/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;strawberry milkshake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129075003018293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4iik09sMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TzbdNICUsa8/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;strawberry fried ice cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129074758205157554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4iUU09sLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bCt5szR0Yy4/s320/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;strawberry waffle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129074436082610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4iBk09sKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hROudyMqvGc/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;strawberry yoghurt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129076132594692338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4jkU09sPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-6h1VCmXW_A/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lots of strawberry in the salad bar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129075763227504866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4jO009sOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0JUMGIzA1gU/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only strawberry, u can also get this drink. It is the butterhead juice. It tastes quite nice, though some don't really like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went to the tea plantation own by B.O.H (stands for Best Of Highland according to Leehong). The scenery here is super nice. Wendy and I took lots and lots of pictures. Even we took picture in the toilet. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129077584293638418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4k4009sRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-jRizi53C2Q/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129076879919001858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4kP009sQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K5JhWC358gc/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129077867761479970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4lJU09sSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7XHDZ9e4aww/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129078056740041010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4lUU09sTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ctnD3HX9VHg/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner time, we went to have steamboat. Very nice to have steamboat in highlands. We drank wine as well sponsored by Mr. Albert. What a nice man, isn't he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4llU09sUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pa2sIz7lm2s/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129078348797817154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4llU09sUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pa2sIz7lm2s/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mLk09sVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YcWBsQO21dM/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079005927813458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mLk09sVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YcWBsQO21dM/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U might wonder what is it the black long thingy in the middle... It is actually filled by charcoal. This is actually to make the steamboat cooked faster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mY009sWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fBcuzyR6BGk/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079233561080162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mY009sWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fBcuzyR6BGk/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amiao drank wine and ended drunk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventhough not too drunk but we knew that she was drunk. Coz of the way she talked non stop, it showed that she was drunk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her face turned red once she drank the wine. Funny amiao... LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4m5009sYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k7DRLzL0Nzc/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079800496763266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4m5009sYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k7DRLzL0Nzc/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After having extremely full dinner, we went back to the farm house we rented. Having the junks we bought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mpE09sXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YRUJvJM2uZw/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129079512733954418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4mpE09sXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/YRUJvJM2uZw/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we drank another bottle of wine. Due to don't have any opener, Sarabjit had to use his tools to open the bottle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129080023835062674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4nG009sZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DowMEmSk3es/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129080212813623714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4nR009saI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A7ZyGk9l0IA/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very nice pictures taken by Leehong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next morning we went to have breakfast in T cafe. A very unique cafe wif a very nice environment. The foods were not bad though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129073272146473058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4g9009sGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Bo7Y84DMg30/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129082995952431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4pz009scI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MmHd5i1Qv1g/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chicken lasagna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-4476933902978771320?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/4476933902978771320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=4476933902978771320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/4476933902978771320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/4476933902978771320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/11/cameron-trip.html' title='cameron trip'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/Ry4gqk09sFI/AAAAAAAAADs/eE3pHiq6-gM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-532980545615907675</id><published>2007-10-29T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:17:43.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO (2) months break</title><content type='html'>The suffering of Biochemistry has finally ended!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although I know that I won't do well in this final, but having TWO months break makes me feel happy more than everything that can make me sad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TWO months break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TWO months break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TWO months break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, after think for a while, TWO months break doesn't sound that cool. Coz i am going to rot at home for TWO months. Mold will grow all around my body. Yuck... Can't imagine that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should find daily activity to do in that TWO months. Or else i will juz sleep eat n watch. What a pig daily activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to stay in INTI till Nov 7 then only can go back. Gosh, nothing we can do here. Everyone must be leaving soon. It will be such a boring week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't imagine how am i going to pass my birthday. Everyone has going back and i left here. Such a sad case. The more i think bout it the more i wanna go back earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I've just realized that I have been absent from blogging for more than 1 month. Gosh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like what Leo always comment, THIS BLOG IS REALLY DEAD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What to do... INTI student is always busy... LOL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, to pay for my absence for quite a period of time, I will utilize this 1 week time to blog. Hopefully I will post everyday. (Wendy must be very happy of this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok... Now I am running out of words... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be continued...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-532980545615907675?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/532980545615907675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=532980545615907675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/532980545615907675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/532980545615907675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-2-months-break.html' title='TWO (2) months break'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-397046804844331566</id><published>2007-09-22T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:23:04.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No HOPE = No DISAPPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First of all, I would like to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;To : Wendy Liu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113459792253550914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RvaolrqEAUI/AAAAAAAAADk/pgHEby540Jg/s320/Copy+of+DSC09762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have been absent from blogging for so long... And also always being reminded by Wendy to update my blog and yet I kept on forget about it. But, today is your special day. So I update it as my promise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As you all see, my title is : &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope = No DISAPPOINTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pick those words from a drama that I watched. One of the character said that she didn't want to have hope so that she wouldn't feel the disappoinment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you think??? Do you agree with this statement???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept on thinking about this statement. It is not only after I watched that drama then only I thought of that. It has been in my mind since so long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I felt that it is better not to hope. Because if in the end the things didn't go as it was wished, the feeling of disappoinment would come. For some people will feel so empty. It feels like there is no determination to go to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side, hope is a very important factor for people to have their life full of meaning. Having hope is when people will do their best to get what they wished. Maybe the way to get what they were hoping, is not easy. But during that journey, they can learn a lot of things. That is why the life will become meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I didn't dare to hope because I don't want to feel the feeling of disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in this moment, I don't dare to hope to much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of hoping, I'll do my best to get what I can achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of dreaming, I'll do my best to face the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough, I also might not get what I aim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough, the feeling of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;, I will still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;do my best&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that is the only thing that I can do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my opinion. How about yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-397046804844331566?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/397046804844331566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=397046804844331566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/397046804844331566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/397046804844331566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-hope-no-disappointment.html' title='No HOPE = No DISAPPOINTMENT'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RvaolrqEAUI/AAAAAAAAADk/pgHEby540Jg/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC09762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-7192794594088215089</id><published>2007-08-01T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T06:45:47.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare comes ALIVE</title><content type='html'>August 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the day of my presentation. I had Computing subject that required us to present the topic of our assignment. Since the night before, I had been doing it in my partner's room. My partner is Deepa. I brought my laptop to her room and we did together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till it was nearly 00.00 am in the morning, which means it was august 1, I was called by Andy to went down to celebrate my friend (Steven) birthday. So i rushed down from Deepa's room and found Diana and we went to Dining Hall together. We were celebrating his birthday in a hurry, because we had presentation to be prepared, while the birthday person himself had 2 tests to study. But the celebration was fun. As tradition, we put cake's cream on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything was just fine till the celebration was over. Then the nightmare was started to be ALIVED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went back to Deepa's room. She was sleeping and has finished her part. I started my laptop because it had been in standby mode. When I on it, I saw my friend (Chandra) had sent me a folder of picture. But it had been canceled because I was not around to receive it and had signed out automatically. So, I closed the window and wanted to online again. So, I clicked on the Internet Explorer icon. But somehow it was not functioning and came out something said that the program was not found. Then I wanted to open the file that Deepa had done from pendrive. Same thing happenned. The file couldn't be openned. Then I thought that there was something wrong with the pendrive. Deepa helped me to check it in Hweeli's laptop. It was functioning. Everything was fine. That meant the problem was on my laptop and not the pendrive. Then crossed in my mind that Andy told Diana before he had received such a folder before and it was a virus. My laptop was affected by the virus. But how can? Because I was not around to receive the file and somemore the sending of the file had been canceled by itself. A big question in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was about six hours before my presentation and i had not finished my slide show. I needed someone's help in slide show because neither Deepa nor I are good in powerpoint. So, I rushed down to the common area and found Diana, Ivy, Pearlyn and Jason there. I asked whether they had any free laptop that i could use. Same as me, they were doing the assignment as well. Then I called Andy and asked him if he could borrow me his laptop. Luckily he had finished and he was not using it. I got his laptop from him and faster did it in the common area with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sa stresses that I scared I couldn't finish the assignment and the slide show. I was nearly to give up and wanted to stop doing. But I quickly threw that kind of thought from my mind. It was not my assignment only. I had my partner to be considered as well. Then with their help on slide show, I could finish it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was checking this and that till 6 in the morning then i walked back to my room with Diana and slept for 30 minutes. Then I had my shower and dressed up. Deepa had been waiting for me outside my block. So, I walked with her and Diana. Reaching basketball court, crossed in my mind that I forgot to bring my hardcopy. It was nearly 8 o'clock. And i needed that hardcopy to be handed in. There was no choice. I should go back to my room to get it. But I was wearing heels. It was impossible for me to run or even walked fast on heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, the craziest thing I've ever done in my life; I took off my heels and run back to my block with bare feet. Everyone along the road was looking at me running bare feet. It was really embarrassing. But nothing I could do. I was going to late and I needed to went back to my room to get my hardcopy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I reached my room and got the hardcopy. I changed my heels with sandals so that I could walk fast. But I still bring my heels along cause I needed it for my presentation. I rushed to the academic block. I walked fast and was about to reach the class. Then I wondered why there was no one outside the classroom. Normally before the lecturer had come, mostly of my classmates will go outside of the classroom. So I thought what day was that day. It was Wednesday. And the class was not supossed to be there. It was at the other block. I walked to Block B and the class was at Block A. Then I rushed to Block A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached the class and luckily the lecturer was not there. She was late. I was so tired because of rush here and there. I changed my sandals with heels and rested for a while till the lecturer came. She came in and on the computer and sit in front and said "OK. First group"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking "Oh my God. I was so tired of rushing here and there. And now she straight away called my group to present". Then me and Deepa went out to present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The presentation was not good. She looked not happy of our presentation. It was just added another nightmare of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What made it worse was the result of the test that she gave us. It was really BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after the class was over, I went back to take brunch with my friends. Then went back to my room to rest for a while, but who knows, the moment I wake up is 5.30 pm. That was when Wey Kay knock on my door to borrow something. And my class was supossed to be at 12.00pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I asked Diana if the lecturer had given any assignment or not. Luckily there was not any assignment. So, I laid down again and FAINTED again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next moment I wake up was 7.30 pm. It was amiao (Catherine) that knock on my door and asked me to go out for dinner. Thinking not to join but then she insisted on asking me out. So, I went out till 9.30 pm. I didn't had my dinner though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I came back to my room. Diana asked me whether I wanted to go out for dinner with Steven and my other friends. Since it was his birthday, I agreed to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I had my dinner with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was the end of the day when my NIGHTMARE came ALIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I won't blog till the beginning of new sem. It was around the beginning of september.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, don't miss me a lot... hahaha... =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-7192794594088215089?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/7192794594088215089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=7192794594088215089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7192794594088215089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7192794594088215089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/08/nightmare-comes-alive.html' title='Nightmare comes ALIVE'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-224514746835226932</id><published>2007-07-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:23:05.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lizard terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday July 14,2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a normal day and was passed normally. I had my lunch with amiao (Catherine), cooked ourselves since we took vegetarian. It was macaroni and spiral pasta. We mixed them together and cooked it with carrot and egg. It tasted not bad, quite nice. And it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;not oily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at all. We had apple and pear as our dessert. What a healthy lunch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whereas for dinner, we had the same dish. We cooked the same thing for our dinner. Wendy was joining us for it (I was so happy that i had a chance to force her to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). So we think that we were lacking of egg. Then i walked till block R to ask my frens whether they had extra egg left. They were cooking as well. They were cooking nasi Briyani. It smelled so nice. Tempting me to try. Since i was taking vegetarian then i didn't try it. And my energy used to walk till block R was useless. They had no more egg left. So i walked back to my block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We cooked and Wendy came with her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tebaloi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was a biscuit, which was made of sago, from Miri. It tasted nice. So, we managed to finish the dinner with apples, pears and tebaloi as dessert. Diana was with us in the pantry. Though she was not joining us for dinner but she was joining us for dessert. LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We chat for quite a long time. And we found out something from Amiao. LOL. It was so funny. But i couldn't tell you all here or else later amiao will kill me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then Amiao came out a crazy idea. She asked whether we want to go to McD at 4 am for the breakfast set since she still has car here. Then we agreed. So, we asked the other. There were quite a number of my frens aggreed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday July 15, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a few minutes pass 12 am. Hweeli, Julia, Kaheng and I went out for drink in Bistro Palma. We chat and chat. Three of us were forcing Bobo (kaheng) to order something to eat. He didn't eat anything but biscuits for the whole day. He managed to finish the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whole packet of Julie's biscuit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; himself. What a crazy guy. Somehow, we didn't manage to force him to eat. Somemore, he went to Times (a mini supermarket) to buy a packet of chips. He is super &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then not long after that, Jason came and join us. We chat till 1.30 am. Then we walked back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was not in the mood to go back to my room because if i went back there, I would chat and chat and chat non stop. So I decided to go common area and study Genetics there. Hweeli and Kaheng joined me. Till 3 am, Julia came down with his Tarot card. We played that. I asked quite a lot of questions. But since it was Tarot, it was only card. I don't really trust it 100%. So, just take it as a game to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was nearly 4 am, time to go out for early breakfast. Everyone was going to Block R common room. There was a few of them never showed up because has slept. Finally, there were 8 of us going. Amiao and Errol drove. We reached there and had our breakfast. Chat and telling jokes and laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087312548389861298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpnDzxwqN7I/AAAAAAAAADM/EQdNgQKuTR0/s320/Copy+of+DSC09091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087313579182012354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpnEvxwqN8I/AAAAAAAAADU/UyY_a3C2sfQ/s320/Copy+of+DSC09089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hweeli was too shy to take pic =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we came back and i went to Amiao's room. Continued study because couldn't sleep. I was so full. I was studying studying till couldn't stand and slept on the table. When i woke up, it was 7.30 am. And amiao was felt asleep on her bed with her notes in her hand. So, i went out from the room quietly and locked the door and back to my room. Diana was not sleeping, she was studying. But i couldn't stand the feeling of sleepy. So i just lay down on my bed and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Hweeli's word). LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up at 12 pm because of my alarm. Diana was still sleeping. So i got up and on my computer. Signed in msn and friendster. Then suddenly my phone rang. It was Amiao. I wondered why did she call me. Our room was so near. She can come anytime she want. So i answered her call to find out. This was our conversation :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vely : Halo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amiao : Halo, neng ar... got lizard in my room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vely : HA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amiao : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;got lizard in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... (with her scared sound)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vely : OK OK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to her room and she was standing there looked so scared with her drawers open. So i asked her where the lizard was. It was inside the drawer. She moved and shaked all the things inside to get rid of it. Then i helped her to take all the clothes out. Finally it came out. It jumped out and amiao was got shock of it. She throw the broom from her hand to the floor and jumped to her roommate bed. It was so funny. I looked at her and laughed. so we still tried to get rid that lizard from the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It moved from place to place. From Amiao's shoes to Kay's shoes. When it was moving and passing trough us, we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;screaming and jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then i moved Kay's shoes and it hide under the paper. So i swept the paper out. But nothing happenned. We didn't see any lizard out from it. So we thought that it was still inside the room. We shaked Kay's shoes and nothing happened. Then Amiao went out with the broom in her hand and swept the paper away. Then the lizard came out from it and She got shock and threw the broom away from her hand and scream. I was inside the room. Then she went inside and i swept the paper and the lizard far far away from the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a funny experience with amiao. A nice thing to share. hehe.. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-224514746835226932?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/224514746835226932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=224514746835226932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/224514746835226932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/224514746835226932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/07/lizard-terror.html' title='lizard terror'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpnDzxwqN7I/AAAAAAAAADM/EQdNgQKuTR0/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC09091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45541017675742145.post-7498255583164731219</id><published>2007-07-08T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:23:10.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in INTI</title><content type='html'>It i&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s 4.00 am in the morning now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i am not sleeping... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;because i have such a very bad habit.. dat is love to stay up late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is my first time i post my blog... get influenced by julia n hweeli... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so i tried to blog now... wonder how long can i keep on blogging... hope can last long and not get bored... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this first posting.. i would like to talk about wat i have been through in INTI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the first time i came here, the first sem... not really can mix up with my classmates... mostly i will go out with my indonesian frens... there are 5 of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084921113202955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpFEz7dYlsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OqyaqGXrROk/s320/05112006(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;u might be wondering how come have six of us there..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is a guy that was studying in Sunway who is from Medan as well&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe which one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sem2... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quite closed to my classmates oredi... but stil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l we were not very closed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Only when we reach the end of the semester we were getting closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe because of we went down to the common area to study together a lot of times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we do till now... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sem 3... dat means dis sem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We were all so closed dat we were so crazy... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;almost everynight goin out for supper... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and somemore we were so active this sem... We s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;port a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084923582809151186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpFHDrdYltI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oXty22NT5zs/s320/cat+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;badminton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084930665210222306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpFNf7dYluI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OYKUCWdZkqE/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and we play volley ball as well... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085242071814018994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJouLdYl7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rp-udGkLc_w/s320/Image(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and recently, we are having trend of jogging...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085243300174665666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJp1rdYl8I/AAAAAAAAACU/HRFwRDvFaZY/s320/Image(74).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know who's come out with this idea that we should cook and eat together instead of everyday going out for dinner... So, we cooked every Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Lately, we don't cook that often anymore... Since lots of journals, assignments and tests that are consuming our time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it was the cooking day, we went to shop together... Errol was driving us to Giant... the girls cooked... and the guys ate... they were juz so lucky dat being served by the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085245138420668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJrgrdYl9I/AAAAAAAAACc/DW5NHLFyL0c/s320/Image(04).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;nyam nyam nyam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;having spaghetti in Block R commen area &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085125467746899778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpH-q7dYl0I/AAAAAAAAABU/4E0HwEL9zZo/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how it looked like... It tasted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085246091903408098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJsYLdYl-I/AAAAAAAAACk/bY1kWjWXaCM/s320/Image(09).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepa as our chef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eit... i remember the guys had ever said that they wanted to cook for the girls...&lt;br /&gt;if i am not mistaken, it was burger that they wanted to cook... they must have been forgotten about it already..&lt;br /&gt;hmm... have to remind them... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had ever had barbeque before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That day was the most tiring day in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went out for shopping in Giant since afternoon and preparing the foods, then finally had the barbeque... Overall it took 12 hours time... It was extremely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRING&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There were around 15 people joined the barbeque... We prepared the foods for that much of people on our own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you should see how long is the bill for this BBQ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085069435603556146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpHLtbdYlzI/AAAAAAAAABM/oVqBRgMsRtU/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hweeli with the RM200 bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though the barbeque itself was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085062735454574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpHFnbdYlwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jgkA7FcJb-E/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yummy yummy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have sausages, chicken wings and marshmallows being roasted here... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085066055464294162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpHIordYlxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BSlIaaNu6fY/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole gang preparing the foods to be roasted...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See Julia looks so eager to eat the sausages... ;p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085067782041147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpHKNLdYlyI/AAAAAAAAABE/DFsS_HosKO0/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoying the chicken wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was an ocassion whereby the INTIMA organized a ball party...&lt;/div&gt;We were so excited about it... All of the participants had to wear formal...&lt;br /&gt;So the girls were wearing dress and gown, while the guys were wearing long sleeves shirt and coats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us looked different that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085134933854820194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpIHR7dYl2I/AAAAAAAAABk/PlfFxyqIfe4/s320/Copy+(2)+of+DSC08608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Girls in dresses and gowns &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085133593825023826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpIGD7dYl1I/AAAAAAAAABc/bJ67tIB1uuU/s320/Copy+(2)+of+DSC08543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hweeli, Julia and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085248741898229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJuybdYmAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4SNAIqCGH5g/s320/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC08610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three dai lou &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085136437093373810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpIIpbdYl3I/AAAAAAAAABs/gtv-Enx1x-s/s320/the+table+members.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once we were having trip in a group...&lt;br /&gt;It was in Melaka... We went there by bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085192722639787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpI71rdYl4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ghby5FuijTY/s320/CIMG0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;posing at Seremban bus station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Leehong, Emily and Catherine (Amiao) were staying there... So we have three tour-guides...&lt;br /&gt;They were so nice that they were willing to drive here and there to take us around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They took us to eat satay celup, Baba cendul, chicken rice ball, and a lot more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the foods were so nice... i love the chicken rice ball so much... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we went to the historical place in Melaka... The trip was FUN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085195527253432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpI-Y7dYl5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/m7CL5X1CLvU/s320/Copy+of+DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hweeli and Hweeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085250107697829906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJwB7dYmBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7z380emDnU8/s320/Copy+of+CIMG2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tea time at secret recipe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085202914597181346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJFG7dYl6I/AAAAAAAAACE/VecKP8oWrYw/s320/Copy+of+CIMG2208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it was a pity of Errol that his head was "bombed" by the bird that was passed by... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085252693268142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpJyYbdYmCI/AAAAAAAAADE/CvaIGBZw_n8/s320/Copy+of+DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/45541017675742145-7498255583164731219?l=velyhuang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/7498255583164731219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=45541017675742145&amp;postID=7498255583164731219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7498255583164731219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/45541017675742145/posts/default/7498255583164731219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velyhuang.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-life-in-inti.html' title='My life in INTI'/><author><name>Vely Huang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358703453353417101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-XeUIjmojc/RpFEz7dYlsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OqyaqGXrROk/s72-c/05112006(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
