<?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-1915048308639676481</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:15:34.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain Kinabalu</title><subtitle type='html'>What you see is not what you get..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-3805862344047608139</id><published>2008-12-31T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:23:22.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Credits Roll....</title><content type='html'>Click click click......another year has just gone by.....Here's my last post of everything that was being missed out on and wasn't put into place at the right time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBapexhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cxoMpl6EQ3A/s1600-h/SP_A0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBapexhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cxoMpl6EQ3A/s320/SP_A0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285960882460919426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here ladies and gentlemen....The suite room that Taylor's University College offered me for about 3 hours to relax in. This is the suite room from Sunway Resort Hotel, I was able to step into this room for being the emcee. Emcee needs to chill too baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbF3zuCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7CLxjrWtMpU/s1600-h/SP_A0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbF3zuCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7CLxjrWtMpU/s320/SP_A0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285960890082113570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being an emcee for the prom night is a heavy duty, a rather heavy responsibility. With great charisma comes great responsibility. There it is...the white door which opens up to my 3 hours in absolute non-everlasting heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBa2irwfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/F5SSzHjUW1c/s1600-h/SP_A0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBa2irwfI/AAAAAAAAAbM/F5SSzHjUW1c/s320/SP_A0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285960885966979570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plasma which tells it all.....the screen which unveils high-definition entertainment at its zenith...Anyway....smoking kills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbJ5hQNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ruUkiuZnmxg/s1600-h/SP_A0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbJ5hQNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ruUkiuZnmxg/s320/SP_A0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285960891163033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a random but non racist inflicted picture about the growing number of young Malays wearing caps acting cool, loitering in malls in huge numbers wearing stripes and not to mention....especially in bakeries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbBU1VyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ENEeoo-U62Y/s1600-h/SP_A0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBbBU1VyI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ENEeoo-U62Y/s320/SP_A0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285960888861677346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a remorseful picture captured by me...Why remorseful?Because Wei Shern and I had planned to teach all these lowly educated and unfortunate kids English as an act of charity during our holidays....Wei Shern will be off to Adelaide in a month's time.....And I'll never forget how the presence of these kids at the Cheque Presentation Day by the college touched my heart......BOOOOOOOOO......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCJif5mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WEMia--hYoA/s1600-h/SP_A0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCJif5mI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WEMia--hYoA/s320/SP_A0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961561081374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This my friends....is the legendary dragon fruit orchard that I've always talked about...My dad calls it the Pitaya Orchard....Pitaya is the scientific name for dragon fruits.....I prefer to call it....BrokeBack Mountain Kinabalu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCnplABI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EpYaBAdqxcw/s1600-h/SP_A0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCnplABI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EpYaBAdqxcw/s320/SP_A0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961569164132370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indeed......Brokeback similarities and Kinabalu similarities both combined proportionally well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCyhId1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ExVFgJFPLtI/s1600-h/SP_A0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCCyhId1I/AAAAAAAAAb8/ExVFgJFPLtI/s320/SP_A0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961572081497938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Genting Highland's highly publicized motto? It's the same here.*Fun At The Peak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCDOHanQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gs9EnkIB70Q/s1600-h/SP_A0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCDOHanQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gs9EnkIB70Q/s320/SP_A0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961579489828098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking down at the remorseful seeds that I've planted in my entire life....Life is full of tragedies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCDicA-II/AAAAAAAAAcM/xL4LrJd8ZIw/s1600-h/SP_A0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCDicA-II/AAAAAAAAAcM/xL4LrJd8ZIw/s320/SP_A0152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285961584944937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever seen an Energizer Bunny in a hill?This is....*Fun At The Peak* times two.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEx9VRKOI/AAAAAAAAAck/amUwn1lMdIY/s1600-h/n719987875_1257810_8967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEx9VRKOI/AAAAAAAAAck/amUwn1lMdIY/s320/n719987875_1257810_8967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964581461633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Participating my first youth camp organized by my church,New Life Restoration Centre have realized myself how much I've missed in the years that I've been calling Jesus Christ as my Lord, God and Saviour.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCiHqOalI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dBVV5xu5vOo/s1600-h/SP_A0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCiHqOalI/AAAAAAAAAcU/dBVV5xu5vOo/s320/SP_A0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962110332725842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in camp dormitories are always more enjoyable when there's a God-ly theme in it....Looking back to those NS days....I feel........*Negaraku*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEx1JVKgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eXaHiM_EL6o/s1600-h/n719987875_1278167_5114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEx1JVKgI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eXaHiM_EL6o/s320/n719987875_1278167_5114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964579264080386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even singing for the unfortunate and sick ones have been a rather more than pleasurable experience for myself...Carol Singing, I will never forget that....Therefore.....*JOY TO THE WORLD...THE LORD HAS COME.....bla bla bla *.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEyCUm8rI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bA-uOzLR2T8/s1600-h/n719987875_1279418_568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEyCUm8rI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bA-uOzLR2T8/s320/n719987875_1279418_568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964582801044146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to even take notice that I've such wonderful friends around me at church....some as crazy as I am...some as crazy as I'm trying to be like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEyajpOPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kJuGhB2mk5c/s1600-h/SP_A0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuEyajpOPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/kJuGhB2mk5c/s320/SP_A0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964589306558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 has been a year of revelation for me....growth...enlargement...maturity....endless assignments...great academic results and many more which I practically can't recall right now....due to my limited vocab. Anyway.....2008....a year of happiness...heartbreaks, heartaches and beautiful relationships...This has been the greatest year of my life so far....From NS to College...From Pre-Med to SAM Idol...From Prom Night to Youth Camp...From my cousin's wedding to the surprisingly awesome Moral Studies class by Mr.William...From Christmas moving on to a new year.....It's time....to look elsewhere......So....where will you be looking at in the year 2009?If you ask me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCicPdvyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zNQLBvHwrqg/s1600-h/SP_A0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuCicPdvyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/zNQLBvHwrqg/s320/SP_A0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285962115857628962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's my answer.... :D.................*Anyway,I took this picture when I was in the toilet in McD's nearby Taylor's College Subang Jaya...on the day I collected my IELTS result...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you 2008.....you will always be in my mind.....I've carried no grudge ahead to the new year....and I thank God for that.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-3805862344047608139?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/3805862344047608139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=3805862344047608139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/3805862344047608139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/3805862344047608139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-credits-roll.html' title='Let The Credits Roll....'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SVuBapexhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/cxoMpl6EQ3A/s72-c/SP_A0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-6438561677200843939</id><published>2008-12-07T16:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:36:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Crib...</title><content type='html'>Again...allow me to repeat the sentence..."Time passes so fast.."...Simple. In this life of countless jovial moments and innumerable times of sadness and sorrow, we all grow up and mature as time passes by. In a blink of an eye, the good things are being taken away and we're forced to look ahead to our future...So what's left from the past?Memories,yes....So how much do we know about the future?Nothing.   And what about now? Have as much fun as possible before the sun sets upon you, telling you a new day is going to come whether you like or not! So, here it was...in my condominium, 1st floor....I held a BBQ party for my classmates and it was time to say goodbye for real.....Ladies and gentlemen.....Welcome to my crib....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8MHcMPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CgMFM7bLgWU/s1600-h/n710185729_2016426_7004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8MHcMPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CgMFM7bLgWU/s320/n710185729_2016426_7004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969652602024178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone has their own version of a "warm welcome"..this is exceptionally distinctive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8dpM9CI/AAAAAAAAAWk/r-iNoBnXFdc/s1600-h/n652844925_1218623_3139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8dpM9CI/AAAAAAAAAWk/r-iNoBnXFdc/s320/n652844925_1218623_3139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969657307034658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sueflyn, executing a sunflower pose..displaying an expression of boredom while the guys try to look cool and not too much like fools. Could it be due to Malaysians' habit of never ever being able to be punctual have force the current young society to portray a seamlessly rebellious and unfriendly appeal to foreign tourists? Well, Kuala Lumpur is the world's third rudest city according to a news report...never knew a city can be rude, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8mV6TSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U6GQIqWBvMY/s1600-h/IMG_9798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8mV6TSI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U6GQIqWBvMY/s320/IMG_9798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969659642039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So instead of bumming around all night long...it's best we pick up our mobile phones to hurry those guys in as soon as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5Q8SznI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KL8P5F8Y0RA/s1600-h/IMG_9827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5Q8SznI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KL8P5F8Y0RA/s320/IMG_9827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970701869469298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when it comes to phone calls, it is never a one man's job...it takes a team.Yes,it does...at whatever times, wherever you are and no matter what you are doing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8oIW6OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/njquYQVcxb8/s1600-h/n652844925_1218627_3953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8oIW6OI/AAAAAAAAAW0/njquYQVcxb8/s320/n652844925_1218627_3953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969660122065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certain guests arrive early and ofcourse, these are the people we should all respect cause they never adopt the "Grand entrance" habit where all attention are drawn to people who arrive late. Anyway...I never quite understand the thing about girls hugging each other. It's about warmth and friendliness, that I know....But I wonder who started this tradition....Sometimes I wonder if a picture like this could be banned in Kelantan, Perlis or Terengganu....we're all definitely not living in a liberal society at one single time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ47Xrh4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/02PTPL2H5b4/s1600-h/n652844925_1218642_7210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ47Xrh4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/02PTPL2H5b4/s320/n652844925_1218642_7210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970696078755714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe....it does stimulate a distinctive sense of friendship and closeness which cannot be discriminated at all. Maybe it is a proof about how girls can easily communicate heart to heart with each other compared to guys. Yes, now I do understand a bit.....At least Gary is trying his best to get himself involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8-IcCCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EWYNCxmexuE/s1600-h/n652844925_1218629_4370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8-IcCCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EWYNCxmexuE/s320/n652844925_1218629_4370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276969666027980834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when we understand the meaning of girl power....we show it....we show it even if we are of the opposite sex...we show it without hesitation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ42gbr3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PDZsNQSo6Zs/s1600-h/n652844925_1218631_4781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ42gbr3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/PDZsNQSo6Zs/s320/n652844925_1218631_4781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970694773288818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then again, there are always people like Chai Yang who can never understand girls as much as other people may...People like him will never stop knocking on the doors to find an answer...people like him will never stop hammering on riddle boxes...It always takes time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5jvlV2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZnDvP-ym8Co/s1600-h/IMG_9804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5jvlV2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZnDvP-ym8Co/s320/IMG_9804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970706916431714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not to mention, there are also situations whereby some of your guests want to leave early. And they even dare to smile at the hosts before they step out of the door....Theng Fei...so much for Pulau Langkawi huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUX-uuUeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mbbDv8iwEfE/s1600-h/n652844925_1218721_8258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUX-uuUeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/mbbDv8iwEfE/s320/n652844925_1218721_8258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276974528091541986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some guests feel indifferent even after they enter the house...is it so hard to pretend to be impressed about the setting of a party?Is it that the food are not as sumptuous as you would expect them to be? Mind them.....we should really mind them.....just fend off their unappreciative expressions..It's easy...Especially when we cant see them in the dark...(Note: Dhillep, you have a nice complexion and you do understand me. The comment was racist, yes..Let me make it up to you. I have larger than life nipples, I know you like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5s3_bTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xiWDMID7TZU/s1600-h/IMG_9844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuQ5s3_bTI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xiWDMID7TZU/s320/IMG_9844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276970709367614770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fire, fuel, heat....and set, there we go...we grill them meats and prepare for a cancer-inducing meal. There we have it, boy genius Wei Jian showing off his wing-burning skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTTtcb7mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oc4Nj-EJfWw/s1600-h/IMG_9860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTTtcb7mI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oc4Nj-EJfWw/s320/IMG_9860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973355220332130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's bad for health...but they taste good doesn't it?The juice...oozing from the fats....the tender meat...swirling around in your mouth as your tongue play with them....ahh....sheer delight. Not to mention, at certain times of different periods...some of your guests would invite other guests to join the party as well. In this case, Heikal knowing the importance of racial unity..brought Trisha. Now I know what Trixie means.... :D :D :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9uO7rRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZqF-gcAvxdY/s1600-h/IMG_9852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9uO7rRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZqF-gcAvxdY/s320/IMG_9852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971877963377938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as we do not know about the seemingly unknown new guests...we should always keep in mind that most of them come in peace. It's proven...Dennis proves that theory pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTS7EZgEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0f_qmNt0DUU/s1600-h/IMG_9858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTS7EZgEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0f_qmNt0DUU/s320/IMG_9858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973341697736770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If they are for peace then we are for peace too...It's that simple...It works both ways. Don't believe it?Wei Jian demonstrates a very good example of Newton's Third Law..For every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. Peace for peace...understand?It can be hard, yes I know....Therefore, you can never argue scientifically too much with Physics students...I mean..geniuses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9OT9pxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/G2CvSIeS7mY/s1600-h/IMG_9849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9OT9pxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/G2CvSIeS7mY/s320/IMG_9849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971869394544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember what I tell you about my class being communal?We live by that spirit. We are united. We never fail to lend a helping hand among ourselves.There is no doubt that we feed each other if anyone of us are really really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9w889dI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2wl4KQyvlA0/s1600-h/IMG_9864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9w889dI/AAAAAAAAAYM/2wl4KQyvlA0/s320/IMG_9864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971878693270994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when we mean sharing...we mean it a lot. Again...a very good example of racial unity is being portrayed. (There are many more things I wanna say about this picture if you really understand, it's just that I fear I could be detained under Eye-Ass-A...even I do not wish to pronounce it :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTT_JtNCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m1dexGwLcAY/s1600-h/IMG_9861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTT_JtNCI/AAAAAAAAAYk/m1dexGwLcAY/s320/IMG_9861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973359973610530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as we share..sometimes the amount of food is never enough to fill our stomachs...And we always think that we have already sorted everything out. We thought we have the right amount of food available for everyone.....so....why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9XJwHQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XJn7F7dvAvs/s1600-h/IMG_9850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR9XJwHQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XJn7F7dvAvs/s320/IMG_9850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971871767633154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's because there are certain times where some people just do not cooperate. They would rather have all the food for themselves. Just bones. Just two hands. Just a sneaky expression. Just Chan Woei Jye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTUDiCLfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/o3RGcUoSvq4/s1600-h/n652844925_1218637_6043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTUDiCLfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/o3RGcUoSvq4/s320/n652844925_1218637_6043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973361149390322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time will tell when a person starts to mature and grow up....In the case of Woei Jye....he matured fairly well in my condominium in the space of an hour. Treating Ming Zu like another brother, with joy painted on his face.....it was clear to him that....sharing is definitely...caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTUHY33_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/bmYUG9yWK2g/s1600-h/n652844925_1218731_1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuTUHY33_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/bmYUG9yWK2g/s320/n652844925_1218731_1078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973362184708082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's a party if we do not ignite some lunatic moments?In this case, it's not about being crazy...it concerns Alicia being at the center of a controversial situation. 3 guys. 1 girl. 1 looking. 2 holding....and 1 joyful expression. Any sort of interpretation is a subject to your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXDnfanI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e4HedE17iKc/s1600-h/n652844925_1218728_209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXDnfanI/AAAAAAAAAY8/e4HedE17iKc/s320/n652844925_1218728_209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276974512223513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You like getting messy and out of your mind? Here it is...Leslie saying.."Kiss my ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXfxKoSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cyx2cbDATKQ/s1600-h/n652844925_1218727_9923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXfxKoSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Cyx2cbDATKQ/s320/n652844925_1218727_9923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276974519780286754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are times when people are not thinking straight, they say things that they don't mean. But there will always be people answering to their call. Chao Lin being responsive, said.."What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR83udobI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7lZpXlNxUUc/s1600-h/IMG_9846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuR83udobI/AAAAAAAAAXs/7lZpXlNxUUc/s320/IMG_9846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971863331676594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when things get out of control, some other people just get involved in the situation without thinking about the consequences. Answering to Leslie's call....Victor gave him a..."Here, let me kiss it for you".........and we say................Someday, kids will grow up.....someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXZVRcNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_TMZPoMOozs/s1600-h/n652844925_1218724_9085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXZVRcNI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_TMZPoMOozs/s320/n652844925_1218724_9085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276974518052679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not often that we witness supernatural sightings during parties. In this case....this is the phenomenon of....Reflection On The Positive Y-Axis.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXxvcIPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rcbC1lTh2-o/s1600-h/n652844925_1218641_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuUXxvcIPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/rcbC1lTh2-o/s320/n652844925_1218641_6992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276974524604883186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's true...what people say about girls. Girls are unpredictable creatures. I'm still finding time to adjust to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU564LUAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JpOB9lFqamk/s1600-h/IMG_9851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU564LUAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/JpOB9lFqamk/s320/IMG_9851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975111173001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's normal to eat a lot. Eating stimulates the release of happy hormones aka endorphins. Not everyone is as happy as Zhi Gang during times of constipation. Bloated with a high-cholesterol content of food indigestible in his stomach, he still manages to put that significant curve on his face saying..."I'm alright..." But...we pity him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6LWI38I/AAAAAAAAAZs/r0bVdqog5yQ/s1600-h/n652844925_1218638_6262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6LWI38I/AAAAAAAAAZs/r0bVdqog5yQ/s320/n652844925_1218638_6262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975115593637826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore, Wei Loong lending a helping hand...incorporating the spirit of E3's unity....tries his very best to aid Zhi Gang in the process of digestion. A cup of water is never enough...a splash of water is also never enough...Takes alotta water to flush all the shitty dope in his stomach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6YONXEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eYqSC0uDAJk/s1600-h/n652844925_1218729_508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6YONXEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eYqSC0uDAJk/s320/n652844925_1218729_508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975119050038338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we provide Zhi Gang with huge amounts of water, enough for him to shit all day long. Like I say, the whole class is ultra-united. Remember "All for one and one for all" ? If one is to shit..the others will shit as well...so Wei Jian, me and Wei Shern decided to soak 1 quarter of ourselves in the germ-filled jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6Qvsh9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/cCTorAvQWXU/s1600-h/n652844925_1218730_793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6Qvsh9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/cCTorAvQWXU/s320/n652844925_1218730_793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975117043009490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I say one for all and all for one....I really mean it...I seriously mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6PHhGiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/b2GizA7p88g/s1600-h/n652844925_1218639_6526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuU6PHhGiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/b2GizA7p88g/s320/n652844925_1218639_6526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975116606052898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When there is water, some dudes are bound to get wet....Everything will be conducted on purpose. Some idiots will throw some guy into the pool and is followed by other idiots. Again..kids..when do they grow up?That's what a party should be right? Hot, wild and wet. Fits the bill oh-so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STusQ-2e1hI/AAAAAAAAAas/OSpe6l6KaWc/s1600-h/n652844925_1218734_1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STusQ-2e1hI/AAAAAAAAAas/OSpe6l6KaWc/s320/n652844925_1218734_1981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277000796144064018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When times are just too cool and you are freezing out in the cold, stay in. We have ways to keep ourselves warm....At least Heikal has his trademark way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuVQ9v5xWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CMxYclqbIyI/s1600-h/n652844925_1218737_2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuVQ9v5xWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/CMxYclqbIyI/s320/n652844925_1218737_2887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975507080594786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever a party reaches its climax....there is the part of resolution. There will always be that group of people who has the daunting duty of cleaning up and throwing dirt. But..it's all good, is it not?Reduce rubbish...beautify the environment...And blokes like Wei Loong are a constant help, thumbs up for trying your not very best to save the not so beautiful environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuVRChox8I/AAAAAAAAAak/gW95ueHJjO0/s1600-h/n710185729_2207648_3122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuVRChox8I/AAAAAAAAAak/gW95ueHJjO0/s320/n710185729_2207648_3122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276975508362938306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...it's over for real....everything is done. I posted my thanking message on the previous post. There's nothing much to say.....No matter what happens, the class will always stick as a unit we call E3, Express Three! Where there are classes, we attend and skip them. Where there are cyber cafes, The Backbenchers will stake their claim. Where there are problems in math, The Front Gang will solve them. Where there are cheap food, we will not hesitate to be stingy. Where there are birthdays, we will be more than happy to crash the celebration. Where there are computers, we will continue to Facebook. Where there is Mr. Chin, we will doze off with the least worries ever. Where there is LAN, we will always provide an outsider to sit for the absentees'  tests. Where there is prom, we will dress to impress. Where there are liquor and cigarettes, we won't mind going hardcore. Where there are chicks, we will laugh behind their backs. Where there is us..............there will always be E3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuwI39WwFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qBIdQisZhs0/s1600-h/EdwardCullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuwI39WwFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qBIdQisZhs0/s320/EdwardCullen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277005054901403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuwIm5W4uI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6XjDIU3VdeE/s1600-h/n652844925_1218723_8810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuwIm5W4uI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6XjDIU3VdeE/s320/n652844925_1218723_8810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277005050321232610" 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;...............I think....pale enough for Twilight 5........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-6438561677200843939?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/6438561677200843939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=6438561677200843939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6438561677200843939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6438561677200843939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-to-my-crib.html' title='Welcome To My Crib...'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STuP8MHcMPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CgMFM7bLgWU/s72-c/n710185729_2016426_7004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-4177850961534285824</id><published>2008-11-29T11:22:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:08:04.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the rainbow ends there is a pot of gold waiting for you.</title><content type='html'>College ended amazingly fast...sad case, sad case....March intake students have a relatively short period of time to study but also a short period of time to experience many things in the space of 8 months....And I ask God....why good things always come to an end???AIYAHH!! How was your educational experience in college or maybe at school or some other institutions?How was your class?I don't know much about yours but I do know much about mine....and I'll tell you mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*all of a sudden...the mood gets a little bit emo here and there......damn*......&lt;br /&gt;*plays the "Graduation" song by Vitamin C*.......&lt;br /&gt;*reminisce about the good old times......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3GkPgFoI/AAAAAAAAARc/4A1zuEi0YuI/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3GkPgFoI/AAAAAAAAARc/4A1zuEi0YuI/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916487086642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADA!! Here are the almost- entire class members of E3 2008 with our beloved English lecturer, Mrs. Banu. I don't understand much about him but Ying Hao always seem anti-social and never talks to us...even in taking pictures, he cares more about the cleanliness of his fingers....thats why we call him...."The Silencer" ---(the first boy from the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3G8UnyhI/AAAAAAAAARk/oxeRHMEAtyo/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3G8UnyhI/AAAAAAAAARk/oxeRHMEAtyo/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916493550570002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as most of us sleep in his class and seldom pay much attention to his life theories, we still have a soft spot for Mr.Chin...our dearest mentor and Maths lecturer. For the record, I'm currently the recordholder for being caught the most times sleeping during his classes. I think I tie with Ferng Lin, not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3HeJa-_I/AAAAAAAAARs/0VYWfWLb6TA/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3HeJa-_I/AAAAAAAAARs/0VYWfWLb6TA/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916502630398962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now...we have the smartest lecturer in our class, Mr. Lee our spec maths lecturer. There's always an aura when he enters the class, especially after examinations and common tests. Until now I can still remember how many people pass his common test 1 and common test 2. For common test 1, only 13 people passed. For common test 2, 15 people passed.....He uses the weirdest of examples to explain the hardest of maths applications. Btw, Ming Zu after being carried by the guys, got Aruba-ed after that...I'll explain what is that to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3H42-HJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OIQq4hyL9AA/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3H42-HJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OIQq4hyL9AA/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916509800766610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most patient lecturer ever, Mr John..our physics lecturer. He was a process engineer before ending up teaching Physics. According to him, he loves teaching because he loves dealing with young people....Well, not the Michael Jackson's version of love for the young. He gives me respect too, the class will always remember...."When people ask you who is your class rep, you can't just tell them your class rep is class rep, you must mention his name!"---This is an amazing analogy to explain the theory of Centripetal Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39S7wcDI/AAAAAAAAASE/lXrweS5MQDI/s1600-h/n710185729_2016464_6725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39S7wcDI/AAAAAAAAASE/lXrweS5MQDI/s320/n710185729_2016464_6725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917427333230642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it's serious time...it's serious time..We all study....we study really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39qU3XgI/AAAAAAAAASU/jFtdlBWhpjk/s1600-h/n710185729_2016440_333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39qU3XgI/AAAAAAAAASU/jFtdlBWhpjk/s320/n710185729_2016440_333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917433612557826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether you are at the back or at the front, diligence is the defining attitude of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39RZVVBI/AAAAAAAAASM/WmKbw9608iY/s1600-h/n710185729_2016465_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39RZVVBI/AAAAAAAAASM/WmKbw9608iY/s320/n710185729_2016465_7000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917426920412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when it's time to rest...we rest together, all for one and one for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WqvTywI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yU1GuzQ4agY/s1600-h/n710185729_2016457_4811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WqvTywI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yU1GuzQ4agY/s320/n710185729_2016457_4811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917863220202242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OOPS! Got caught during sleeping?Some lecturers love being young, according to Mr.Chin..putting on that eccentric Hawaiian collar t-shirt every Friday reminds him that the weekend should be a time of sheer delight and a jump back into youth's fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39wtjn7I/AAAAAAAAASc/ngoPDBOhDx8/s1600-h/n710185729_2016441_588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC39wtjn7I/AAAAAAAAASc/ngoPDBOhDx8/s320/n710185729_2016441_588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917435326734258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We implement the spirit of unity very well, we believe that race is not an issue. Black, white, orange, beige..we all mix well....We are the epitome of Rojakness whereby the flavours mix with a specified but "joyful" chemistry. But then, some guys like Wei Shern doesn't give a shit about unity but prefers playing with his mobile phone...Sigh..the dilemma of technology, now I feel for the old men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC834Wme8I/AAAAAAAAATc/e-p8kSn9JiE/s1600-h/IMG_3603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC834Wme8I/AAAAAAAAATc/e-p8kSn9JiE/s320/IMG_3603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273922831856860098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We blend really well, we form a really close bond and sometimes inseparable. Sometimes, too close a bonding can cause disoriented sexual affection. It can be perceived here that Dhillep is trying his best to pinch my nipple by first laying his finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3-CfMRXI/AAAAAAAAASk/01vWnKabUSE/s1600-h/n778368465_983830_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3-CfMRXI/AAAAAAAAASk/01vWnKabUSE/s320/n778368465_983830_4390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917440098321778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inter-racial unity or intra-racial unity...whatever it is, we abide to the spirit of unity...affection, no affection...freedom is priority here. We acknowledge Gay Rights.....we believe in Utilitarianism.."the greatest good is for the greatest number of people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WUXkSwI/AAAAAAAAASs/e_CLrA8qe1Y/s1600-h/n710185729_2016456_4541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WUXkSwI/AAAAAAAAASs/e_CLrA8qe1Y/s320/n710185729_2016456_4541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917857215040258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are proud to voice our opinions...two-some, threesome, foursome..you name it, we can arrange it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WhardfI/AAAAAAAAATE/ShgoxISdUmY/s1600-h/n710185729_2016455_4276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WhardfI/AAAAAAAAATE/ShgoxISdUmY/s320/n710185729_2016455_4276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917860717753842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't wanna hide our feelings and fade away from the society, the future is ours to shape it. With a huge sense of determination, we do believe strongly in Gay Rights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4W4p466I/AAAAAAAAATM/lgBxR36m7jY/s1600-h/n710185729_2016434_8870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4W4p466I/AAAAAAAAATM/lgBxR36m7jY/s320/n710185729_2016434_8870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917866955565986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except me, I'm the odd man out..Leave me out at the door and from the revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC83t1JXnI/AAAAAAAAATU/-EOcLoBpngw/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC83t1JXnI/AAAAAAAAATU/-EOcLoBpngw/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273922829032185458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A strong community must possess sheer qualities of "I help you, you help me" and portray personalities which reflect on absolute unity. Therefore, every now and then...we have communal meal times...the good, the bad and the ugly...we solve  things diplomatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-9Z7XmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UG_-PzDRNSA/s1600-h/n543058098_1126450_5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-9Z7XmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UG_-PzDRNSA/s320/n543058098_1126450_5087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273925125792045330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How close is the community depends on how well you communicate. A single jar of tea can quench the thirst of tens and hundreds of people if you know how to pour it in each glass or cup. In our context....we take a seep on everyone's saliva..that is brotherhood with a zest of some sisterhood also...That is communal love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84OfMvCI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVbSXnTawMY/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84OfMvCI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVbSXnTawMY/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273922837798501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's no such thing as..."I don't care about you and you don't love me anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84SPMrXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4s8DQdyQVes/s1600-h/n710185729_2016443_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84SPMrXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4s8DQdyQVes/s320/n710185729_2016443_1099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273922838805130610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When someone needs help, we offer him or her a hand...we never leave anyone out....we take good care of each other. If someone is in dire need of a classified or specified attention, we will attend to him or her...We live to help each other....we don't believe in serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9yY8fW3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/x3CZvhbunUE/s1600-h/n710185729_2016444_1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9yY8fW3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/x3CZvhbunUE/s320/n710185729_2016444_1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923837038123890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when we commit ourselves to assisting each other to produce a more than ordinary and extraordinary community, we are actually painting smiles on everyone's faces. Everyone is happy. You don't believe in that? Well, Wei Loong does, with all of his heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WkY1jYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RyKpbkHj9pE/s1600-h/n710185729_2016459_5355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC4WkY1jYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RyKpbkHj9pE/s320/n710185729_2016459_5355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917861515332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, sometimes we tend to isolate each other...we argue...we disagree...we hate and we dislike...Sometimes, other people feel insulted and at the same time, some are sadistic, love laughing at people's misery...I know..it's cold...but we are human...we give in to our nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84VdlTaI/AAAAAAAAATs/QAerFZmwJ_4/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC84VdlTaI/AAAAAAAAATs/QAerFZmwJ_4/s320/IMG_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273922839670771106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But we are never afraid to express ourselves. Not feeling happy?Dissatisfied?Discontent?Just let it all out...Scream! Shout! There is always someone out there in the class to attend to your anger and trying his or her best to return happiness back into your heart. May it be physically, emotionally, mentally or even ermm....sexually...we do our best to return the best things back into your life when you are down in the valley of sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9y0vsAvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wCnlV9xapYc/s1600-h/SP_A0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9y0vsAvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/wCnlV9xapYc/s320/SP_A0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923844500620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it's time to sit for examinations. we get serious...we have reasons to lay our eyes on the necessary books and we also have the necessary fingers to scratch our head to fend off exam frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-TCzsCLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dovPo5z90u0/s1600-h/SP_A0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-TCzsCLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/dovPo5z90u0/s320/SP_A0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924398031308978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And when I say....serious...I mean it's really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9zC-yKAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LTXxyEpHy4E/s1600-h/SP_A0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9zC-yKAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LTXxyEpHy4E/s320/SP_A0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923848322033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However....we do have our distractions...feeling bored and wanting to play mobile games or sending out random messages are some of the things we do to cure boredom. Nonetheless, we are still serious in getting the best grades. We tend to get so distracted at times....Personally, sometimes I feel like breaking the rules and just release myself from all these tension...Maybe do something stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-9XM__mI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1YsZDKtxnNo/s1600-h/n710185729_2016431_8166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-9XM__mI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1YsZDKtxnNo/s320/n710185729_2016431_8166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273925125060689506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"HOH!!...You don't ar....young man!..." "We are watching YOU!!"...Those sounds...echo from around the class. That is what makes us tick....we encourage each other to study harder....we love giving advises..we love to....pretend.....to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9ynwmuPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hlLdvR_AALg/s1600-h/n710185729_2016479_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9ynwmuPI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hlLdvR_AALg/s320/n710185729_2016479_1040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923841014806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes...those times..We feel it. We feel bored sometimes while waiting for our lecturers. But what's your plan?It's just waiting for like 5 to 10 minutes....why don't we just study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9y4X6XLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9-Bx6ApVG6c/s1600-h/n710185729_2016475_9856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC9y4X6XLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/9-Bx6ApVG6c/s320/n710185729_2016475_9856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923845474639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took 5-10 minutes for Hiroshima and Nagasaki to be completely wiped out by two American atomic bombs in 1945. Therefore, in the space of that period of time, we devised a game we proudly call it...ARUBA. It is a game of a single victim and various predators whereby we hold the hands and legs of the victim while we have the victim's legs wide open like a Y-Factor. The we apply the Law of Conservation Momentum to bang the victim's groin on a pole or a corner. The problem is that....momentum is not conserved even when the victim's groin collide with a solid pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-Ta066hI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-diYSyPcJu8/s1600-h/SP_A0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-Ta066hI/AAAAAAAAAUs/-diYSyPcJu8/s320/SP_A0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924404478929426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it's the end of examinations...we get clueless...maybe it was too stressful but we just lose directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-Tme3wqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/7Bq7chAijBs/s1600-h/SP_A0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-Tme3wqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/7Bq7chAijBs/s320/SP_A0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924407607673506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spend hours and hours to discuss what to do or how to de-stress ourselves....sometimes into no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-TyMkrHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TBNG1UlsjCU/s1600-h/SP_A0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC-TyMkrHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TBNG1UlsjCU/s320/SP_A0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924410752150642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we wait...and we wait.....we stone and petrify ourselves in the middle of a crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC_lhZjSmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WQrQXVK4Yq0/s1600-h/n652844925_1178280_3779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC_lhZjSmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WQrQXVK4Yq0/s320/n652844925_1178280_3779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273925814992456290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore...we wait for PROM! It was at prom when I start to notice that Sueflyn is not really a tomboy and that she likes the colour pink also....As cliche as it sounds....it does take time to realize a person's personality...Hence, in our community....we are still very much trying our best to fully understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STDSPJS7_eI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iNYXhAWknXM/s1600-h/heikal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STDSPJS7_eI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iNYXhAWknXM/s320/heikal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273946321286069730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every community has a person who stands out prominently among the rest. In a Chinese-infested community, surprisingly it is a Malay who stands out among the rest. We are so proud to have Heikal as one of our classmates. He is eccentric, you can't find him anywhere because............................I don't wanna say.....ISA will find me and him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STDSPdqpxwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wvmBbWSMtUE/s1600-h/IMG_9404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STDSPdqpxwI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wvmBbWSMtUE/s320/IMG_9404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273946326754248450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every generation has a great thinker...every brotherhood has a wanker....every class has someone who is smarter than every other...but not every class who has a genius (Not joking, could very well be straight A20) who is willing to explore different things in life. Can you imagine Bill Gates in a night club? Now I can start to imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3ITpxGQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hDSkXexEaeQ/s1600-h/pn+mahani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3ITpxGQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hDSkXexEaeQ/s320/pn+mahani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916516993145090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;25 students from my class take up Chemistry. Pn. Mahani is our Chemistry lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it....just about almost everything I can tell you about my college experience.&lt;br /&gt;8 months of sheer stress...8 months of taxing weeks...8 months of dressing casually to an educational institution.....truly...8 months of joy. I would like to...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank the college for the giving me the opportunity to study SAM starting way back in March&lt;br /&gt;(because my parents paid for it and all I need was 5 C's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Thank my mentor and my lecturers for their uncompromising attitude of teaching and their&lt;br /&gt;dedication towards their job. (sorry to Mr. Chin for sleeping all the time though I only sit 1&lt;br /&gt;foot away from him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank my classmates for choosing me as the mentor.(though I didn't tell you all the real&lt;br /&gt;reason was that I'm a power greedy person :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Thank all my college friends who aren't my classmates for the extra-extra fun ECA&lt;br /&gt;experience. From Pre-Medical Society, World AIDS Day, Agathian's Shelter charity home&lt;br /&gt;visit, SAM Idol, Taylor's Talent Arena, Taylor's Charity Drive, Debate Competition and&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night! (It was more than what I did in the space of 5 years in secondary school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chiun Xin&lt;/span&gt; for being my ASS rep, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt; for keeping all the money, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sueflyn&lt;/span&gt; for being the&lt;br /&gt;2nd girl and last girl to enter the class, thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dhillep&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tanes &lt;/span&gt;(thanks for being my lab&lt;br /&gt;partner, sometimes I take you awfully for granted...sigh..) for being Indians of the class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Heikal &lt;/span&gt;for being Malay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Loong&lt;/span&gt; for being the tallest person in college, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Jian&lt;/span&gt; for his&lt;br /&gt;time to talk about Physics and Friday Night Movie with me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ferng Lin&lt;/span&gt; for capturing the class' best moments, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Theng Fei &lt;/span&gt;for being so patient sitting next to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weng Howe&lt;/span&gt; for always&lt;br /&gt;organizing events to fend off college stress,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zhen Jiang&lt;/span&gt; for selling his prom ticket to me on the&lt;br /&gt;last day of college, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hui Yon&lt;/span&gt; for his undying desire of spreading Christianity, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tze Herng&lt;/span&gt; for his&lt;br /&gt;house to BBQ, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yee Khang&lt;/span&gt; for trying to establish a Japanese cult amongst the classmates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Leslie&lt;/span&gt; for swearing so much but yet respects &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hui Yon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Victor&lt;/span&gt; for stalling Mrs. Banu's time by&lt;br /&gt;arriving late every morning, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Woei Jye&lt;/span&gt; for making the class laugh with his broken English, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     Yang&lt;/span&gt; for letting me to finish his food every break time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt; for being Pn. Mahani's best&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry student and even beating all of her January students, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wei Shern&lt;/span&gt; for constantly&lt;br /&gt;reminding me that sometimes my shirts are too tight, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chao Lin&lt;/span&gt; for being one of the most&lt;br /&gt;talented pianist in the college yet humble about it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kai Jun&lt;/span&gt; for shaving his mustache after&lt;br /&gt;Trials, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yong Sheng&lt;/span&gt; for trying his best to communicate with me in English though I'm a&lt;br /&gt;banana, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jie Hao&lt;/span&gt; for helping me to photocopy relevant studying materials, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kah Yoong&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;constantly reminding me about the hottest chicks in college (though I do not have the same&lt;br /&gt;taste), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ming Zu&lt;/span&gt; for trying his best to quit smoking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zhi Gang&lt;/span&gt; for telling me that money can&lt;br /&gt;buy everything and must always be thrifty, and finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ying Hao&lt;/span&gt; for causing all of us to give&lt;br /&gt;the nickname, "The Silencer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories guys.....you will always be in my heart....dup..dup..dup..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-4177850961534285824?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/4177850961534285824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=4177850961534285824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/4177850961534285824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/4177850961534285824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-rainbow-ends-there-is-pot-of-gold.html' title='Where the rainbow ends there is a pot of gold waiting for you.'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/STC3GkPgFoI/AAAAAAAAARc/4A1zuEi0YuI/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-6117362964849429450</id><published>2008-11-23T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:29:26.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emcee Hampered, Promenade</title><content type='html'>First of all...a very warm welcome....to the South Australian Matriculation Programme Director of Taylor's University College bla bla bla bla bla......the list goes on.....and BANG! That was prom night! And so....19 of November 2008, all South Australian Matriculation students of Taylor's University College -class of 2008 to be more precise- attended the annual prom....Well, most of the students to be even more precise...So,how did the prom go?Let's ask some kids about it shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_iWDjmII/AAAAAAAAAPc/Crb7ulfyKrQ/s1600-h/n652844925_1178336_2716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_iWDjmII/AAAAAAAAAPc/Crb7ulfyKrQ/s320/n652844925_1178336_2716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271814698082474114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what?Here we are! Prom night baby! Theng Fei was too excited for prom that he told us he had wanted to bang straight through the main door.Gary on left was asking....."Ehh...where's Sam ar??Where's our class rep??"....Weng Howe interrupted and said..."Cool down cool down...he's on his way here...don't need to care about him lar....he number 1 FFK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_izyUKbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2BhWqD8QWak/s1600-h/P1013424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_izyUKbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2BhWqD8QWak/s320/P1013424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271814706063223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yeap.....they didn't care much about me....so most of them proceeded on taking pictures of themselves first....Here we have....Tze Herng on the left mumbling.."This Sam ar....shit lar he! I come all the way here to enjoy my prom and must show him my ultra spiked up curly hair"...Ferng Lin(on the right) was wearing an ultra sexy slim-cut collar shirt with some animal pattern....I think it was a dragon...I'm not too sure.....and Gary was still..."Don't care lar don't care lar! Take pictures first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_h1jOJUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EobXcl7GcWg/s1600-h/n652844925_1178283_4517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_h1jOJUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EobXcl7GcWg/s320/n652844925_1178283_4517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271814689356916034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so......my classmates ditched me in the class photo taking session..I was left out in the cold...Guess what people?! This is not the entire class...well technically this is the entire class that came for prom...but one thing that we should all know! 100% of the girls' population came! 2 out of 2....doesn't that make a 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_itnLOMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9EBKphgdXzU/s1600-h/P1013463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_itnLOMI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9EBKphgdXzU/s320/P1013463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271814704405887170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so..they were still searching for me...."Aiya Aiya....where's Sam ah?Where's Sam ah?" .."Sei Sam ahh.....don't know where he went already!" "Yahlor yahlor...eihh...what's this?Our class rep paid the money never come ahh?Stupid feller!"...So as you can see....my classmates care a lot for me...it's true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_jXFs3OI/AAAAAAAAAP0/W7iMzjPXjE0/s1600-h/P1013482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_jXFs3OI/AAAAAAAAAP0/W7iMzjPXjE0/s320/P1013482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271814715539774690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again..I care alot for them too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAeUVaiDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aF13225vAbM/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAeUVaiDI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aF13225vAbM/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271815728412657714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that....I gave them a surprise! I was the emcee for the night hohohoho! According to Chiun Xin, it was something obvious to him.....Cause I was being fishy for the past few weeks.....REALLY?But I made the class proud right?Yeah bABy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfiPzUcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S-KcZJL9mJ8/s1600-h/n652844925_1178290_6327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfiPzUcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/S-KcZJL9mJ8/s320/n652844925_1178290_6327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271815749327081922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah HA! Now the class have ME on a picture for prom night! Wei Loong..being too tall is always an advantage....I don't know why midgets like me even insisted on lowering my body for the picture....that's real stupid...So what do we have on the picture?We have Weng Howe being too grumpy over the photographer that he suggested that he could punch the cameraman's face if he's taking too much time to just take a picture. Ofcourse, we have Ferng Lin happily showing the way out to the cameraman if he doesn't know how to take snap pictures. And Me?Looking angry that I blinked my eyes when the cameraman took this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfDgJzSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IyVd971IKIw/s1600-h/P1011237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfDgJzSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IyVd971IKIw/s320/P1011237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271815741074165026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest was....yeap....with good old buddies...Han Chuen doesn't smile much for camera, Tian Hui on the other hand is the devastating opposite and me?As usual...say....CHEESE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfkZQerI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Orz089vQAUA/s1600-h/P1030931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAfkZQerI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Orz089vQAUA/s320/P1030931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271815749903612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this?This was taken 10 minutes before my job was done....I was tired...sleepy...hungry..but nonetheless....along came Ellen who delightfully offered me a camwhore moment...well cherished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAeXGdyBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NOv4s3FsKVc/s1600-h/n557128780_1006595_7297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlAeXGdyBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NOv4s3FsKVc/s320/n557128780_1006595_7297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271815729155262482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So was that it?Not the end yet...So...we have a scandalous picture of our class genius, Wei Jian who visited M.O.S. Euphoria after Prom...He's a genius with an exceptional behaviour...No one dared messing up with him...Chai Yang was on his back and Tze Herng was keeping his eyes watched from the front.....Therefore....Wei Jian.....was officially pimped...E3 style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKB6gTdjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/raxUTfgfAuA/s1600-h/n557128780_987268_6030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKB6gTdjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/raxUTfgfAuA/s320/n557128780_987268_6030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271826235558950450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual...Tze Herng likes to get himself silly.....the action never stops...even after prom....and Heikal?He was about to say the F-word......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKC27p4WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6q5nGGlF-a4/s1600-h/n557128780_987256_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKC27p4WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6q5nGGlF-a4/s320/n557128780_987256_2352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271826251779793250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids grow up so fast and too fast sometimes....that they forgot sleeping time is almost up but they are so persistent! They don't wanna listen! They wanna go disco-disco....Zohan style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKDbCALVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/on4KFfLvy4U/s1600-h/n652844925_1187822_6387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSlKDbCALVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/on4KFfLvy4U/s320/n652844925_1187822_6387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271826261470096722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until the next prom which you'll never see a better E3 again.....cheers....for a better future for all future SAM students....cause it's the best Pre-U programme on Earth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...it ended.....the SAM programme...it ended with a bang...yes...yes....with all my heart and soul I would to...:&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank my parents for allowing me to go to Prom&lt;br /&gt;2) Thank Pn Nor and Ms Sydney Yong for choosing me as the emcee for the night&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank Alicia and Sueflyn who delightfully make 100% turnout for the class' girls' population in Prom.&lt;br /&gt;4) Thank Ferng Lin for the ultra chunted super dyper hyper master maharaja photographing efforts.&lt;br /&gt;And finally.....a big thank you to Chan Wei Jian who showed me that A20 students do party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-6117362964849429450?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/6117362964849429450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=6117362964849429450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6117362964849429450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6117362964849429450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/11/emcee-hampered-promenade.html' title='Emcee Hampered, Promenade'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSk_iWDjmII/AAAAAAAAAPc/Crb7ulfyKrQ/s72-c/n652844925_1178336_2716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-302096525089743609</id><published>2008-11-17T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:25:01.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big fish swimming in a small ocean.</title><content type='html'>No no! The blog isn't done and dusted yet...Think I'll post this "wonderful experience" first before i post other crap from college or whatsoever. So here's the thing....I went back to my mum and dad's hometown in Teluk Intan, Perak on the 14th of November,the day I finished my exams. Sometimes, things are really easier when both parents are from the same spot..you know...the same "village"...whatever it is....my parents' hometown supposed to be called my hometown as well....So..I was back for my cousin's wedding dinner...and I realized....how small the town really is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUECJJeI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ue-mXRkDsmY/s1600-h/SP_A0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUECJJeI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ue-mXRkDsmY/s320/SP_A0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465895889610210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing we all should know is that....people get happy really easy when they aren't stressed up with all the city hassle whatsoever bla bla bla...Check that out...even the maid is happy here...why?Cause my mum was ironing her own clothes and the maid gets to chill..well I mean..thats not practically the reason but yeah...not like those city maids that we are used to...They steal lotsa things....cash, jewelleries, handbags, cosmetics, sometimes the babies....and ofcourse...HUSBANDS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3g9TI3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FhIVM-9oER8/s1600-h/SP_A0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3g9TI3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FhIVM-9oER8/s320/SP_A0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466504949343090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's kinda hard to believe my mum lived here...and she speaks fluent English right now...for me...this is close to history.....for rich men, this is close to poverty but for the people in the town...this is close to luxury.....I GUESS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnU1-W89I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wt475-BDFsc/s1600-h/SP_A0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnU1-W89I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wt475-BDFsc/s320/SP_A0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465909295510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animals here are being treated good as well though they get chained around the neck for whatsoever reasons. Sometimes, a little bit of control will help to turn things around...or maybe town people don't understand how to have fun with pets!...I mean...doggy-style u know what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoLaz-GaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pyqbzgw_AXU/s1600-h/SP_A0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoLaz-GaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pyqbzgw_AXU/s320/SP_A0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466846896986530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh yes...the altar of the Gods....why not?Remember those huge and gigantic Greek Temples which house sexy deities and hot goddesses?A friend of mine once told me that why men and women are crazy about being buff and slim respectively is because of the ideal the body that the Greek sculpture promotes through the carving of their gods....And in this case....this altar houses a picture....of a...not sure what it is...but i do know fruits and desserts are "his" favourite offerings...I wonder if we put a fat guy statue 3000 years ago in a Greek temple would make private gyms losing their businesses..?Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoL1hcpOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EY3xoC4qs0s/s1600-h/SP_A0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoL1hcpOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EY3xoC4qs0s/s320/SP_A0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466854067053794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a small town....everyone's a little friendlier than people from the city...People watch you when you make new friends....and ofcourse...people scratch their head when they don't understand the city language..i wonder if modern civilization would thrive with sign languages?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUe0rwzI/AAAAAAAAANs/Q5r3whNymD0/s1600-h/SP_A0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUe0rwzI/AAAAAAAAANs/Q5r3whNymD0/s320/SP_A0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465903080915762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHh yes.....we all like big things don't we?We like huge screens..big sounds systems...blasting all the audio energy around the house and the high frequency enveloping the roof like a bouncy fishnet...don't we?Well here...in the small town...they take things to the next level.Two is better than one! You don't like too big a screen? Then try fitting your own choice of size and place it together like a LEGO block and fix a mini "satellite" for better adjustments...that would do just fine! Ahh.....TADAA....you get your home-grown luxurious TV-set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUnkdAJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vdAvE60UgBo/s1600-h/SP_A0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUnkdAJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vdAvE60UgBo/s320/SP_A0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465905428758674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When there's a marriage...almost everybody gets involved...at whatsoever times...even in tea ceremonies.Tea ceremonies are definitely the most important aspect of marriage in Chinese traditions. We serve. we drink...we get merry...Even strangers get their fair share of joy too! Check out the kid on the sofa....I think she's got all planned up on what to wear maybe in about 15-20 years time....so thats how tradition was spread around?Since we were all...weeee-young kids huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUjOCZOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HgAXD5xI1lM/s1600-h/SP_A0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUjOCZOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HgAXD5xI1lM/s320/SP_A0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269465904260998370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ofcourse...we invite people from all ages.....The older you get....the rule is....the lesser hair you should keep....Cause you're gonna look ugly with long white hair....ever ate rice noodles?Vermicelli?Or maybe...MIHUN soup..yeah..it looks like that without the soup if you don't cut it..thats if you are a girl though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn2v1NVLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rlJbHIwZcc8/s1600-h/SP_A0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn2v1NVLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rlJbHIwZcc8/s320/SP_A0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466491762070706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The people never forget their roots...they still connect with each other...We pay respect to people of all ages....we talk, we speak up, we communicate...we serve them....We serve them ice..to cool them down for not being able to understand the city lifestyle...and fresh coke to add some fizz to their mindsets......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn297VakI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8RvC5iocS3o/s1600-h/SP_A0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn297VakI/AAAAAAAAAOU/8RvC5iocS3o/s320/SP_A0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466495545862722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And yes....we all love big family dinners don't we?I think it all originated from the small town...we carry our values around and we pass it on to the next generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3fSISuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/44lDUNrE6QY/s1600-h/SP_A0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3fSISuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/44lDUNrE6QY/s320/SP_A0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466504499841762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the next generation always have the perception that they are better than the previous one...they wanna be treated like kings and queens...their orders to be made available and commendable at all times! So is it a big surprise to see a small girl wearing something on her head,trying to portray herself like a queen? No....in fact no...thats what mostly all girls do nowadays.....or even boys...we violate the family laws and we fight back..we answer back..we rebel...that's how we roll baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3ZIHe7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1_qzN8FPbSI/s1600-h/SP_A0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDn3ZIHe7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/1_qzN8FPbSI/s320/SP_A0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466502847232946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the kids never stop whining and giving orders...they want their parents to give them what they want.....To be able to offer them whatever possible that they desire....to be able to give them their time as well....To even be able to bow down to their orders.....It's scary how kids think nowadays....Generally...most parents are being controlled...unknowingly by their kids...it's not a shame...but it's a wicked reality.....kids ruling over parents.....Haihh...kids nowadays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoL8C1V1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-2uwnmKRWjE/s1600-h/SP_A0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDoL8C1V1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/-2uwnmKRWjE/s320/SP_A0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466855817697106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But hey....! We should never forget the bright road ahead...the lavishly green roads which are less traveled should be the ones more taken right?I guess how commoners become"uncommoners"  is that they do things that people don't usually do....So let's go back to where it all started...our origins....trace back our genealogy....our anthropological history...go back to the forest....and lay our eggs there and breed a better generation of civilization...where people don't kill each other for drugs....why?&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley once said..." When you smoke the herb..it tells you who you are..."...but why did he say that? Though he was rich but he knew where to get the cheapest and the "highest" of drugs....which is at the forest.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it was...a nice trip back to my parents' hometown and a beautiful wedding dinner was staged at a wonderful period of time. So where is it gonna be next time?Whatever it is....it's time to grow into a bigger fish in a bigger ocean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quote from Pussycat Dolls..."I wanna see the world, drive nice cars..I wanna have groupies/boobies"....not too sure but it's along the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-302096525089743609?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/302096525089743609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=302096525089743609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/302096525089743609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/302096525089743609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-fish-swimming-in-small-ocean.html' title='A big fish swimming in a small ocean.'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SSDnUECJJeI/AAAAAAAAANk/Ue-mXRkDsmY/s72-c/SP_A0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-8001306575417065611</id><published>2008-09-28T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:10:33.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done and Dusted....not yet!</title><content type='html'>And so.....that was it...on Friday...the final paper was Spec Maths....and damn...it was hard! Whatever happened in MPH remains in MPH just like whatever happens in Vegas remains in Vegas...Therefore,best not to mention anything about it for the moment..it's a huge heartache.&lt;br /&gt;So...when the flood was over...Noah couldn't be happier,I'm pretty sure about that. I wonder how was my feelings supposed to be using the analogy of Noah's Ark...Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEEQH8TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s2EIy58lzNc/s1600-h/SP_A0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEEQH8TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s2EIy58lzNc/s320/SP_A0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957541839991090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it was....or maybe here it is...the place where I always wait for my precious 623 Rapid KL bus back to Kelana Jaya LRT station. It gets really boring while waiting for the bus to come. The only reason to sit still and look at the roads is by looking at those luxurious cars coming out from Sri KL....damn...This place is probably the most boring road....i hate it....It's true...when they say the road less travelled is the most exciting one....this isn't one of those roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEUo56_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/gidycE3YBV0/s1600-h/SP_A0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEUo56_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/gidycE3YBV0/s320/SP_A0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957546238897138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there it was...a student sitting in a bus...looking emo...after trials was over, emo huh?Most students would love to chill in the malls nearby but why would an idiot like this guy leaves himself all alone on the last day of trials?Aiya....what was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG3mrioI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GvasONxRE9Q/s1600-h/SP_A0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG3mrioI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GvasONxRE9Q/s320/SP_A0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958689496173186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There...could that be it?Thinking about the last Physics lesson that he had before trials came knocking?Worse is that Physics presentation is due in a week's time,DAMN! Now that's one good reason to ponder over....unfinished assignments,check 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEaBHgEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2codIJseWPY/s1600-h/SP_A0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEaBHgEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2codIJseWPY/s320/SP_A0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957547682627650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along came a stranger sitting next to him...holding her baby in her arms,not knowing the fact that Mr Sam was taking pictures of that baby.Well, at least she didn't noticed and I was pretending to play wit my cellphone.So...a random encounter with some foreigner...check 2 and not to mention,some encounter with a stoner nearby...check that guy out on the right. Well, he didn't notice me.....considering the fact that he was stoning like some emo singer or sum guy waiting for his cashbook in the bank...yeah that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mES_pUsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ENnCQRo-KME/s1600-h/SP_A0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mES_pUsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ENnCQRo-KME/s320/SP_A0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957545797407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But wait! The baby knew it! He knew that student was taking pictures of him! Oh damn! It's like some paparazzo got Punk'd by some slippery celebrities...NO WAY! What do I do now?What do I do now?I can't stay like this forever man....the baby knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEY49ApI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mXvA-7w7ywE/s1600-h/SP_A0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEY49ApI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mXvA-7w7ywE/s320/SP_A0119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250957547379950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially when things get uglier.....some celebrities hate the fact that they are being annoyed.Oh damn...you gonna punch me in the face or what?You gonna confront me like George Clooney?I hate it.....He's like...."Whatcha LOOKIN' AT brotha?Snappin the ass out of my faces?!"...At least the guy behind him didn't notice much....still stoning like a petrified gargoyle...yeah..a gargoyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG-QrRgI/AAAAAAAAANE/OD_tGb2MnyQ/s1600-h/SP_A0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG-QrRgI/AAAAAAAAANE/OD_tGb2MnyQ/s320/SP_A0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958691282929154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it is....the celebrity offered me a truce...stop taking those pictures and he'll let me go...He'll leave for good and I'll leave for good.But wait....I still need more pictures man...it's never enough for my album! He turned a cold shoulder...but he never said he could walk away right?Yeah...that's the way...now I get a full column shot in big mama's arms..sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG6Muq7I/AAAAAAAAANU/3johPuPJyfI/s1600-h/862521%7EThe-Green-Mile-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nG6Muq7I/AAAAAAAAANU/3johPuPJyfI/s320/862521%7EThe-Green-Mile-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958690192632754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr.Sam reached home and watched a movie.So...a good movie,check 3.Never knew this movie would be so great...why didn't I notice it earlier...I love Tom Hanks...he makes good people look better..would love to see him play Joker in the next Batman if possible. Then, we have.."Run, Batman...Run!" just like "Run, Bubba...Run!" in Forrest Gump, that would fit in nicely right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nGz15K8I/AAAAAAAAANM/C5HSIg8xIRE/s1600-h/SP_A0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nGz15K8I/AAAAAAAAANM/C5HSIg8xIRE/s320/SP_A0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958688486239170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah wait! Now I see the real thing coming! Now Mr.Sam knows why he should be alone that day..Yes yes...I saw it...I saw it coming..it's just in front of me...It's that one..yes yes...That thing had been waiting for so long for Mr.Sam's arrival....Now that he's gonna reach it....he'll never regret that he was alone that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nHOla5uI/AAAAAAAAANc/naJLzOtDglc/s1600-h/meganFox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8nHOla5uI/AAAAAAAAANc/naJLzOtDglc/s320/meganFox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250958695664903906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Been waiting for long honey?"..Yeah....that should be it...that's the reason why he rushed home all by himself.....for another round of Transformers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had it...it was done and dusted...for trials...but the real thing is coming real soon....Hahh..another calm before the bigger storm...can't wait for finals..&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's never a bad idea to spend some time alone..thinking about what you really want...cause you know you really want it......and it's Megan Fox in my house...television...at least....haihhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-8001306575417065611?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/8001306575417065611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=8001306575417065611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/8001306575417065611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/8001306575417065611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/09/done-and-dustednot-yet.html' title='Done and Dusted....not yet!'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SN8mEEQH8TI/AAAAAAAAAMU/s2EIy58lzNc/s72-c/SP_A0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-6934535367853323965</id><published>2008-09-26T22:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:01:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way It Was Done</title><content type='html'>Alright alright....this is a very very late post....well,whatever it is....this is the build-up process leading to the day of our trials..Using the analogy of Noah and his ark...I'm pretty sure the process that some of us went through to prepare ourselves for trials was as enjoyable as how Noah built his ark.That is if he enjoyed it....I'm pretty sure Noah did....pretty pretty sure!&lt;br /&gt;Now....let me take you on a journey of how some students prepare themselves for trials.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkJAVAJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rz4kRTjiS94/s1600-h/SP_A0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkJAVAJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rz4kRTjiS94/s320/SP_A0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339067825291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before that....check this out..it's my old house...this was taken approximately a week before trials started when i was walking around my old neighborhood to buy newspaper.Hmm..still looks as good as old...and then I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkL8fOEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xKWEeFxMRyU/s1600-h/SP_A0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkL8fOEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/xKWEeFxMRyU/s320/SP_A0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339068614490178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chang Sin Mun's house....many of my old schoolmates didn't know that we used to live 3 doors away from each other. To Sin Mun..bro,I miss the mornings that we used to have before leaving for school in the afternoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkBYxAeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xs08iPBLQ1c/s1600-h/SP_A0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkBYxAeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xs08iPBLQ1c/s320/SP_A0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339065780306402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was on my way back after grabbing my newspaper..then I came across the world's ugliest car or at least that is just what I claim....TOYOTA YARIS! SHITTIEST CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkH3vRvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Nq_0UOtSPPs/s1600-h/SP_A0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkH3vRvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Nq_0UOtSPPs/s320/SP_A0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339067520829170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wonders of our government's doings are consistently posted on our best-selling newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkSvULYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6-jywML3DHk/s1600-h/SP_A0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkSvULYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6-jywML3DHk/s320/SP_A0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339070438288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving on to our process as I've promised..we take a look at a few things. At times, we just need to relax ourselves before we sit for our examinations especially TRIALS! In this case, Chiun Xin takes a precious time to induce some humor into his emotional well-being by laughing at conventional things like cellphones so that he can decrease the stress level of examinations. On the other hand, people like Chai Yang, Weng Howe and Ferng Lin(the other 3 in white) just love admiring how "sophisticated" their hand phones are and how proud they are about it especially when they can play games with it even during lectures. But,I pity students like Tanes. Somehow, he was like an Indian boss visiting a kitchen filled with Chinese cooks......it means....CLUELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OI4JdvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/laO0pkHiHPI/s1600-h/SP_A0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OI4JdvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/laO0pkHiHPI/s320/SP_A0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339789345486578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, certain students are eager to flaunt their smartness and their studying prowess by trying to explain certain theories that we learned during lectures. What does this mean?It means some people were paying attention and some did not while lecturers were teaching. It can also mean..hmm..say..arrogance?Geniuses like Tze Herng are just eager to explain things that other ppl think are unimportant but in actual fact, it is!So what was he talking about?The Wednesday holiday of celebrating Nuzul Al-Quran..a theory inexplainable by all lecturers....but is appreciated by all students. No wonder others were paying rapt attention..look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OJF6c1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/mKvtIObXJqY/s1600-h/SP_A0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OJF6c1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/mKvtIObXJqY/s320/SP_A0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339789403222866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the process of preparation, we can never deny the existence of hardworking individuals like SueFlyn and Ferng Lin...sitting on their chairs,studying most definitely. Then again, we have active learners like Wei Jian and Chiun Xin who can study even when they stand.Don't count Alisha out too(the girl on the left side). So there's a hypothesis...which is....=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Active learners emphasize a lot on action&lt;br /&gt;-What do passive learners emphasize on?.......PASSION! Therefore,check out the guy by the door! FULL PASSION FOR THE DOOR TOWARDS KNOWLEDGE IN LIFE. that explains his pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0ODb1tqI/AAAAAAAAALE/syDRHRhMXLA/s1600-h/SP_A0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0ODb1tqI/AAAAAAAAALE/syDRHRhMXLA/s320/SP_A0093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339787884574370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember what I talk about passive learners?Students like Victor(on top) and Yee Khang(bottom) exhibit very good examples of passive learners, they have PASSION for learning! But, sometimes the time isn't right for passive learning...so my message to Victor and Yee Khang....this isn't the mating season yet.....don't make love just yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0qbdFnbI/AAAAAAAAALM/AR4ilf02yAo/s1600-h/SP_A0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0qbdFnbI/AAAAAAAAALM/AR4ilf02yAo/s320/SP_A0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340275368598962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there could be distractions in life trying to destroy our process in preparing for trials.Passive learners hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0qSuDHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPrxKhlXe3s/s1600-h/SP_A0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0qSuDHvI/AAAAAAAAALU/LPrxKhlXe3s/s320/SP_A0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340273023819506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet they can ignore these distractions and continue studying the way they want.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0N7nt2JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9cGqnz4T2sA/s1600-h/SP_A0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0N7nt2JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9cGqnz4T2sA/s320/SP_A0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339785786906770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we have students like Ferng Lin and Gary who are constantly trying to find out how and why certain theories are being applied. People like them form a good a chemistry between themselves no matter where they go, be it in class or even in the chemistry lab. But, certain students like SueFlyn just can't understand how these people think.Therefore, students like her resort on learning individually,trying to understand concepts all by herself but can she handle it all by herself?But why was she having a hard time trying to understand a concept that Pn. Mahani never teach before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OKZ59AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/syyKVspVxzI/s1600-h/SP_A0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0OKZ59AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/syyKVspVxzI/s320/SP_A0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250339789755511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the reason why sometimes students like SueFlyn who loves studying individually struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0q_9AZfI/AAAAAAAAALs/ljSnZNnv39w/s1600-h/SP_A0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz0q_9AZfI/AAAAAAAAALs/ljSnZNnv39w/s320/SP_A0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340285166151154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore, it is best to study in a class together where everyone pays rapt attention during lecture hours.The cool environment in the classroom can be conducive.... conducive enough for students like Alisha to fall into deep sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CkjVjAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G9A_GSxpIRQ/s1600-h/SP_A0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CkjVjAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G9A_GSxpIRQ/s320/SP_A0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340690127588354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our ways of preparation for trials have advanced along with the flow of technological improvements. Students nowadays no longer look at books. The introduction of Information Technology and Visual Aids have changed the ways of education.The question is...can big screens like this be for the better or for the worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1Cui7SqI/AAAAAAAAAME/OdNxpLRbC0E/s1600-h/SP_A0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1Cui7SqI/AAAAAAAAAME/OdNxpLRbC0E/s320/SP_A0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340692810222242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certainly,smaller screens are the most preferable ones for students. In most cases, students like Tze Herng feel the joy of learning flowing through their veins by applying technological advancements in education. We can't deny the fact that technology has helped us a lot. It makes things simpler and easier...no wonder, Tze Herng is happy! 100% satisfaction guaranteed with no money back guaranteed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CqG7DRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e47Zq3vhAsM/s1600-h/SP_A0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CqG7DRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/e47Zq3vhAsM/s320/SP_A0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340691619024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nonetheless, with pros..there are also cons..Certain students may not be able to adapt to new advancements in technology.It can cause students like Alisha to fret and to be dumbfounded before the screen of the computer due to lack of prior knowledge of using computers and managing electronic files. She could be saying...."Aiyerr....how to prepare for trials lar like this..."....Like Newton's Third Law suggests...for every action...there is always a reaction in the opposite direction which is equal in magnitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CibwpWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UsUX9369kj8/s1600-h/SP_A0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNz1CibwpWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/UsUX9369kj8/s320/SP_A0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250340689558938978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT! BUT! No matter how hard the preparation for trials is....our teachers will always be there to support us. Our lecturers will always be there to help us, watch us and guide us. They will always be behind our backs to support us. Like the picture suggests...Mrs. Banu humbles herself to sit and to stay behind our backs to support us just to ensure that preparation goes well.....watching us..guiding us...with much love and care....how lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Noah had a good time building his ark since he knew the right way to do it and he was following God's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;So.....how hard can trials be if you know the right ways of preparation? HEHE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-6934535367853323965?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/6934535367853323965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=6934535367853323965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6934535367853323965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/6934535367853323965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/09/way-it-was-done.html' title='The Way It Was Done'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SNzzkJAVAJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Rz4kRTjiS94/s72-c/SP_A0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-4115424866248568684</id><published>2008-09-13T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:37:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm before the storm.....</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the story of Noah's Ark?About how God told Noah to build an Ark to contain loads of livestocks and animals to keep them safe from the big flood?Sometimes, I imagine...what was the building of the Ark process like? Was it like...ermm..Noah and his family were happily gathering tools to make the world's first anti-flood container....hmm....or should we picture it like this.....&lt;br /&gt;-Noah works really hard to gather the tools while his wife was busy preparing orange juice to&lt;br /&gt; quench his thirst&lt;br /&gt;-Noah's kids would be happily playing around with some animals&lt;br /&gt;-Noah's wife baked some cakes while the kids feed the animals&lt;br /&gt;-They had a little hut near the ship,they sleep there and they were enjoying the sunset....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds you of....ermm....Evan Almighty?....Quite so yeah??&lt;br /&gt;SO here's the thing..we often recognize a fact which is quite obvious to all of us...that..&lt;br /&gt;WE SHOULD ALL STRESS BEFORE EXAMS COME! The usual things that students do are:&lt;br /&gt;*They ask their classmates if any of them have started studying...so that they can get ahead of their classmates....a form of KIASU-ism&lt;br /&gt;*They ask their lecturers about past chapters...a form of lack of concentration when the lecturer was teaching those chapters&lt;br /&gt;*They ask their classmates how long do they study...another form of KIASU-ism&lt;br /&gt;*They ask how long do they sleep in a day....a way to know how a smart student becomes smart&lt;br /&gt;*They ask what they have been eating....another way to know how a smart student becomes smart&lt;br /&gt;*and ofcourse....we have idiots who like to annoy their classmates around....which is..&lt;br /&gt;A FORM OF NUISANCE and DISTURBANCE to distract the entire class MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVPZIGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O1NV80QdDnc/s1600-h/SP_A0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVPZIGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O1NV80QdDnc/s320/SP_A0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536145051753170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was on a Friday..why most of us are awake?Mr John, our Physics lecturer..who appeared to be teaching during the last period of Friday once commented on how surprisingly awake we are on Fridays.It's because.....we all can't wait to go back...So we have Zhen Jiang scratching his head while pondering on some concepts and Victor drinking like a thirsty bear,waiting to go back to Johor to see his girlfriend.Like the background suggests....let there be light...from above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVPbQaqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sRFVny229N4/s1600-h/SP_A0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVPbQaqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sRFVny229N4/s320/SP_A0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536145060686498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then appeared disturbers like me who loves capturing things that are "caught in the moment"..It appears Chai Yang thought he was some Hong Kong celebrity trying to shoo me off like how Edison Chen shoo paparazzis off....Then, like I said...people are always awake on Fridays...so wide awake..Chao Lin stood up like a stalwart..a young student eager to learn...a young man yearning to know every piece of knowledge he needs....but most of all.....a restless student who only thinks of Friday evening playtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVY3sXqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XqCv2uQGv00/s1600-h/SP_A0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVY3sXqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XqCv2uQGv00/s320/SP_A0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536147595878050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Certain students...though exams coming...they just can't help but to give themselves pleasure first before going the hard road...Like Tze Herng...he prefers to call his fictional girlfriend as early as possible to book a table in Friday's..though it was still 45 minutes before Physics is over...and ofcourse...paparazzis like me do get some warm reception..thanks to people like Victor who willingly smile at me and pose with his infamous side fringe that Mrs. Banu asked him to cut so he can arrive earlier for her classes...(I wonder what does that gotta do with arriving late -_-)..Nonetheless...give Ferng Lin some credit....he studies....even when I distracts him..at least he manages to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVV7psbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dMwuEyyisxo/s1600-h/SP_A0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVV7psbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dMwuEyyisxo/s320/SP_A0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536146807173554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we have some unsung champions...who were supposed to do their homework and assignments at home...Nonetheless, people like Theng Fei fits the bill, for being able to concentrate lectures while managing his assignments. Not to mention, Ferng Lin does that too! LOL! We have a genius like Wei Jian..pondering on Mr John's lessons...thinking about how to discover a PERPETUAL ENERGY SOURCE.....or maybe build a TESLA Coil with me...or maybe thinking about what Friday Night Movie that TV3(TV Tiga,local channel) gotta offer for that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjhpCB_6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SeCY3EOLmDk/s1600-h/SP_A0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjhpCB_6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SeCY3EOLmDk/s320/SP_A0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536358092636066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sure....of the lot who did not pay much attention...there are still people ....people who are yearning to learn...not the type that I commented about Chao Lin standing up halfway during lectures. But ofcourse, we have Chiun Xin (in specs) asking lotsa questions about WHY? WHAT ?HOW?....so now we know how we make use of those..WH-questions that we had been taught by our teachers since primary school..Then,we have people like Alisha(In yellow), feels irritated by the concepts...showing some annoying face..asking questions disturbing Ferng Lin...while Sue Flyn(...on her right)...were busy compiling questions in her head to bombard Mr. John...endlessly..fearlessly...Ahh...not to mention...we have people like Wei Loong who often dreams himself away from lessons....thinking trials could be as near as the next meal that he was gonna have that day..but wait up....it's still far away..most importantly...it's a Friday,he would say.."Wonder how much I've saved up for the week?Sufficient for clubbing tonight?Sufficient for extra beer sessions?Enough money for ciggarettes?Damn...stressnya...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVnIZ0DI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lPusJGTlVZE/s1600-h/SP_A0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVnIZ0DI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lPusJGTlVZE/s320/SP_A0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245536151424061490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally...no matter what happens....at whatever situations...we should stand up for the undisputed champion..bigger than champs like Theng Fei. The Undisputed Champ would be Mr. John...the most patient lecturer/teacher I've ever encountered in the entire college...As stereotypical as you may think, you could be thinking...hey..patient lecturers...they are no good! They let u rest....teach u a little and expects you to study alone and move on....but this one is different..he makes you think...like erm...."When people ask you who is your class rep?You can't just say our class rep is class rep..you have to tell the name..."...INCREDIBLE! how he related it to the F=ma formula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go....trials coming up...it's just the calm before the storm....let's do some summary..&lt;br /&gt;We are.............Noah&lt;br /&gt;The ARK is ....Studies....(How much capacity will be taken and left to store every needed knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;The Flood is...EXAMS lor....&lt;br /&gt;God is......God...as always =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta start building my "ARK"........1,2,3...1,2,3....1,2,3....1,2,3....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-4115424866248568684?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/4115424866248568684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=4115424866248568684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/4115424866248568684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/4115424866248568684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/09/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm before the storm.....'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SMvjVPZIGtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O1NV80QdDnc/s72-c/SP_A0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-832002912215775423</id><published>2008-08-29T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:33:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random encounter or was it?</title><content type='html'>Do things really happen for a reason?Or are some things as random as they can be til they can drive us thinking about them so much?I've always thought that one event always lead to another and as small as some events can be, they could well catalyze the occurrence of bigger events! So , we have chemistry in our minds now..! &lt;br /&gt;Let's generalize some equations shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Say..talking about how you were born :&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Mom + Dad         -------&gt;         Me&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (aphrodisiac as catalyst)&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, some do adopt such system:&lt;br /&gt;                                                          ???? + ????          -------&gt;       ?????&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (VIAGRA as catalyst)&lt;br /&gt;Now let's take another step regarding to your studies:&lt;br /&gt;                                        Books + Late Night study    -------&gt;       Straight A's&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (coffee as catalyst)&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at Olympic athletes:&lt;br /&gt;                  Lazy style training + Inefficient coaching -------&gt; Gold Medal&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (Drugs as catalyst)&lt;br /&gt;Politics perhaps?:&lt;br /&gt;                   Racism + Inappropriate understanding of human rights -------&gt; SOME MINISTER!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (Greed as catalyst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today...as usual i was waiting at Taman Bahagia for a taxi...it was so jammed! Dammit! I went home late...as in...real late man....then along came a taxi...Some nice old man..he drove me home and not to mention..he ought to drive another lady along...not just an ordinary lady.An African lady,South African to be exact..Well, according to him..he was just trying to reduce the crowd..yeap very crowded at the taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That taxi driver was really friendly....started asking the African lady some questions....like..&lt;br /&gt;Real sensitive issues...like...."So,my dear...are the whites and blacks still fighting in South Africa?"...Then, he turned on some really old songs...really really old....OLDIES!...There was this sudden rush of mood in the taxi...it's like..you know..you listen to emo songs and the car just keep on moving and moving.....you look out the window...you think about the past....you think abt the present and stuffs like that? He speaks good English and ofcourse that lady,too speaks good English with some African accent..not too sure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZYq1afGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W1awYJ2ZvXk/s1600-h/SP_A0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZYq1afGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W1awYJ2ZvXk/s320/SP_A0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966078051449954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is the old driver...never got to ask his name..This guy's a real hero...he said he was too engrossed on talking to the African lady til he lost the way back to my house...I had to pay him RM9 man!He's a real nice guy though.Explains lots of stuff about the country and ofcourse,tried his very best to tell the lady how did Islam arrive in Malaysia....Not to mention...he reminded me on certain things..like er...&lt;br /&gt;-Music are the food of love,they shouldn't be loud and noisy...they should be sentimental&lt;br /&gt;-We kinda actually depend on Japan to develop&lt;br /&gt;-Africans were not able to make use of the resources they had back then and that's why the&lt;br /&gt;  westerners took advantage and BAM....there goes colonization and slave trade.&lt;br /&gt;-Some Chinese men do love fat girls...(When the African lady said no Chinese man would fall in&lt;br /&gt;  love with a fat girl like her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZYj6DLuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YkYdpHuz_mU/s1600-h/SP_A0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZYj6DLuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/YkYdpHuz_mU/s320/SP_A0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966076191846114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the AFRICAN lady....she seemed friendly..Apparently, she studies in Taylor's College Petaling Jaya.She's 24 and she's pursuing hotel management in the Petaling Jaya campus...interesting..She seems to be really interested in Malaysian history...and she was asking me about how did Islam arrive in Malaysia....and so, I gave her the ultimate resource guide....&lt;br /&gt;WIKIPEDIA.com.....According to the taxi driver...she will make a good wife, a good cook because people who studies hotel management can cook...true?Not too sure man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZ84zA6zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dtoc10V6IjQ/s1600-h/SP_A0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZ84zA6zI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dtoc10V6IjQ/s320/SP_A0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966700274772786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice place....my favourite road ....hehe.....like an emo picture...dammit....You look out of the window....think about your past....your present,your future....Made me think about certain things....like the old man said....as we grow old,we will reminisce....we came to the world as a baby..grow up into a boy or a girl,then a teenager...then we become men or women..then we get settled,married and work....then we grow old...it's a cycle that we cannot escape...SO philosophical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZY02Ta4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zGjm0SdMLWY/s1600-h/SP_A0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZY02Ta4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/zGjm0SdMLWY/s320/SP_A0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966080739535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap! On the way to KDU already hehe! There was once i took the long way from my house and walked through this flyover bridge to Atria...for what?Ridiculously...to buy some video games....DAMM...i was Form 4 back then,what was I thinking..AIYOHNESS!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZY-UU5NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/35KXjFVW_BI/s1600-h/SP_A0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZY-UU5NI/AAAAAAAAAH0/35KXjFVW_BI/s320/SP_A0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966083281380562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's KDU!..The nearest college to my house and I'm not even attending it...I'm such an idiot...there's a college nearby my house but I go all the way to Taylor's....damm..I waste alot of my parents' money then.This should be the part where I think...I really need to work hard to hit the goals that I've set...and repay my mum and dad....ahhh! Long way to go dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the taxi stand at 4.30 and I reached home at around 5.45...how ridiculous...my mum would kill me if I told her how much I spend for a taxi fare....Anyway...it was a nice encounter though...sometimes people just won't grow old at heart....Thanks to Mr I-Don't-Know Who...for being such a friendly taxi driver and the nicest one I've ever met so far...Another little thing or more about Mr Nice Taxi Driver:&lt;br /&gt;-Apparently, he worked for the Royal Air Force of I don't know where but based in UK for 2 years..as a test engineer...Aircraft Maintenance Engineer WOW!&lt;br /&gt;-67 going on 68 years old&lt;br /&gt;-Still considers himself as a romantic person...even more romantic as he grows old&lt;br /&gt;-Reminded me that it's always nice to meet new people and to be more approachable&lt;br /&gt;-We don't have to grow old at heart...just stay young if we want to...=)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot..! The best taxi ride I've ever had.....A female student from Africa...A taxi driver who speaks British English after having 2 years of working experience from UK and me....a youngster yet to achieve anything....to me..it was a random encounter ...really really random....no more words to describe it......The road is long,come on! Let's SUCCEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZ8_DEtXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mHq4ME-lCak/s1600-h/SP_A0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZ8_DEtXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mHq4ME-lCak/s320/SP_A0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239966701952742770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home is still the best place to be and never forget to.....paint another smile on that face, shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-832002912215775423?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/832002912215775423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=832002912215775423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/832002912215775423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/832002912215775423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-encounter-or-was-it.html' title='A random encounter or was it?'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SLgZYq1afGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/W1awYJ2ZvXk/s72-c/SP_A0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-7432910907339183504</id><published>2008-08-17T00:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:15:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, My College Life and the rest....</title><content type='html'>Ever since college started, many things have happened. I had been experiencing all sorts of events in my life. Like Powerpuff Girls say..sugar, spice and everything nice...and of course like Darth Vader say...bitterness, pain and lonesome..(This wan I create wan ! XD). Whatever it is..college has been a blast in my life...met lots of new friends and learned many things along the way. Since college is just once....may as well get involved in as many things as possible....Come to think of it, I've been keeping myself busy for as long as I can remember ever since college started! So here it is...my college life ladies and gentlemen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAsNgPZ9I/AAAAAAAAADM/4wSzj-dmsVk/s1600-h/e3+page+1+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAsNgPZ9I/AAAAAAAAADM/4wSzj-dmsVk/s320/e3+page+1+small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235153851380623314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            This is my class page for Winangali (SAM Magazine) Well that's my class with me as the proud class rep woohoo! Chiun Xin as my ASS REP( I love to mention that) and ofcourse 1 of 2 girls in the class,Alisha as the class treasurer! My class comprises of 30 people, 2 girls and 28&lt;br /&gt;                      boys....that's a bit off the hook yea? Man..I sure look macho wit the bald cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAr6aBt9I/AAAAAAAAADE/vrj78ajGUXw/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAr6aBt9I/AAAAAAAAADE/vrj78ajGUXw/s320/DSC00195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235153846254286802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          This is usual in class, as Mr. Sam always work hard. No matter how long the winding road is, he will never give up! Studies all the time!The guy in white is Weng Howe, maths specialist (DAMN!) Theng Fei took this picture while he admires the fact that I'm a hardworking student, hands down baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcdj5lYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pl1k_a9Z2R0/s1600-h/14072008121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcdj5lYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Pl1k_a9Z2R0/s320/14072008121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155779836286338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               This is a super uglying picture of me and my handsome Physics teacher in the Physics lab. Apparently, he didnt know that I was taking his picture. He thought I was trying to show him sumthing..Sometimes, people are just so smart,they forgot the meaning of...humour.....haihhh......&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcfAd4uI/AAAAAAAAADs/fA4UP74FPoM/s1600-h/14072008119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcfAd4uI/AAAAAAAAADs/fA4UP74FPoM/s320/14072008119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155780224541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   Ofcourse, folks! There's always a time to act macho in the Physics lab every monday, the guy in green is Ferng Lin, showing his butt to the camera, Mr Blue shirt is Chan Wei Jian, the class genius whom JPA denied him of a scholarship,HE GOT 10A1sF U JPA!!! SAYA TAK SUKA JPA. JAGUH PENIPU AHPEK!&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAslJBLwI/AAAAAAAAADk/V2mDRxJ--MA/s1600-h/14072008118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAslJBLwI/AAAAAAAAADk/V2mDRxJ--MA/s320/14072008118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235153857725673218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    So, you know..when you act macho..gotta act a little bit cool also lar...&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAsE6zMwI/AAAAAAAAADU/uUEifUBL_wE/s1600-h/14072008120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAsE6zMwI/AAAAAAAAADU/uUEifUBL_wE/s320/14072008120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235153849076101890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        There's never a dull moment in the Physics Lab. Like for instance, macho boys like me also can go gila-gila.(AHAHAAHH) And sum people will follow you gila-gilaalso, like ZHEN JIANG next to me....the smart idiot who is best in Maths and Spec Maths.One year younger than me and go clubbing summore...what the heck man,unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcifxlQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btl6RvKJqOc/s1600-h/College+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCcifxlQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/btl6RvKJqOc/s320/College+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155781161161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         And ofcourse, I recall a time when I was giving a speech representing all the March intake students on Lecturer's Day in MPH. Hmm, I think...this is the part where I said...."It's ok&lt;br /&gt;   to FAIL YOUR FIRST COMMON TEST GUYS! HEY BOY,you can be the first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAscmnVAI/AAAAAAAAADc/FqhIGnf1zaw/s1600-h/College+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAscmnVAI/AAAAAAAAADc/FqhIGnf1zaw/s320/College+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235153855433888770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                This is the part where I mentioned...."Why so many common tests wan?WHAT the F......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVPmY5OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IROVS01gHwQ/s1600-h/1_687575005l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVPmY5OI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IROVS01gHwQ/s320/1_687575005l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235165551434196194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember what I said about getting involved?This was taken during Agathian's visit. Had&lt;br /&gt;great memories...great time....and please...Nicholas,why are u squatting on the left side looking&lt;br /&gt;elsewhere?AIYOH....miss Penang issit now?-Proud to be part of Pre-Medical Society TUC 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgfIlhFMXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ykUlyII1l3A/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgfIlhFMXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ykUlyII1l3A/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235468799188480370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this was taken during the start of my mid-term holidays. It was a cool Saturday evening. Had a really great time volunteering for Aids Memorial Day. I love reiterating this but here goes....&lt;br /&gt;the guy beside me is Roshan, Chinese + Punjab = Chinpub XD....credits to Ken Vin, my wise wise president, who was standing behind trying to look macho...oh come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgfIzGHxtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dNCKKDSXwWk/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgfIzGHxtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dNCKKDSXwWk/s320/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235468802833499858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going cool again, Victor on the left and Chin Jun in the middle...getting ourselves all chilling and relaxing after a long evening of..yes,distributing fliers and entertaining uninterested people regarding AIDS.(PLAY SAFE LAR!)...And yes, thanks to Victor, I'm now car enthusiast...a VERY VERY BAD interest to pick up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgi5LmgZXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SG7dUE_mbvw/s1600-h/800px-BMW_M6_E64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgi5LmgZXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SG7dUE_mbvw/s320/800px-BMW_M6_E64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235472932580386162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said...it's a bad interest to pick up...You tend to lose the sense of reality...you think you can own the most luxurious cars in the world...you think you can be rich enough to fend Oprah Winfrey off from her top position in Forbes 100 Richest Celebrities...and you have a dream car that you wanna pursue....haihh...am I gonna work my butt off not to pay the bills and the house installments but to get myself a BMW M6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgi4w4tzCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/juyLOCJw73U/s1600-h/TRC1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKgi4w4tzCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/juyLOCJw73U/s320/TRC1910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235472925409004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then again...it's just too hard to resist when baby M6 is calling out for your name...as she screams in pain for your touch..as she craves that gentle fondle on her steering wheel...as she needs your feet to pump up the accelerator and shows you what she can do...Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEA4M1NcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qOdVBrIL3zw/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEA4M1NcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qOdVBrIL3zw/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157504974206402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            No doubt, I mix with alot of people,hehe! I'm friends with Wei Guan's classmates as well!&lt;br /&gt;        Though I'm not so close to Alex....We were at Nando's that day,it was just after I&lt;br /&gt;            completed my Physics paper and Spec Maths was on the followin day.No wonder I did badly for my Spec Maths...I hate outings in the midst of examinations! No no..I hate Nando's...no no, I should hate my procrastination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEBFPzY4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/FIUkJEbyKrQ/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEBFPzY4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/FIUkJEbyKrQ/s320/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157508476330882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes students get too stressed up,they do stupid things after finishing mid-terms. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;this is at Tze Herng's house...BBQ party...finely-trimmed green grass....me on the grass, Ferng&lt;br /&gt;Lin trying to immitate sum Japanese fan-holding cock-kicking bastard while Yong Sheng tries the macho step on my little "brother...."..and ofcourse Ming Zu behind watching with much&lt;br /&gt;"mercy".....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEQo9TERI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f2W2sKJww8M/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEQo9TERI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f2W2sKJww8M/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157775760429330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sure, the idiot laid flat....while Leslie stepped in and look me in the eye...."How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;down there?" I said...."I climaxed....."------not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCdPEcpCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JIN3emZrjnk/s1600-h/P1013296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCdPEcpCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JIN3emZrjnk/s320/P1013296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155793126138914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some idiots like me, Wei Jian and Alisha just think March intake is too easy to handle and that&lt;br /&gt;we have the free time to join the debate competition.Smile what smile...AIYOH! Sorry Alisha,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't make it for your birthday party that day before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcNQwFSafI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YTbyJdLGfzs/s1600-h/P1013297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcNQwFSafI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YTbyJdLGfzs/s320/P1013297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235167673277639154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said.....no need so smile-miley......just act cool...Be like me mah..aiyohh....Anyway..I got&lt;br /&gt;best speaker on that day for my match,woohoo!Not too bad for a first-timer eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEAqpaWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kIyd_qi3Pjc/s1600-h/baskin+robbin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEAqpaWkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kIyd_qi3Pjc/s320/baskin+robbin+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157501335984706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you are in college..never ever forget to keep in touch with the old dudes! It's a general rule! A rule which needs discipline. Go out! Do something, watch a movie...talk...speak..listen,&lt;br /&gt;eat....ice...cream.....-_-....in Baskin Robbins......bankrupt lor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEAX7BneI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-KSfmXxYlqQ/s1600-h/baskin+robbin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEAX7BneI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-KSfmXxYlqQ/s320/baskin+robbin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157496309587426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But...but.....it's always worth it lar....come on lar mr Sam Ye Han....smile lar....it's worth it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEA_2Em2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/V8YI-8aOGis/s1600-h/baskin+robbin+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcEA_2Em2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/V8YI-8aOGis/s320/baskin+robbin+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157507026230114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WeiHoong:"Just because you are heartbroken, doesn't mean you should get all desperate"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "What?That girl just looked at me...I can't look back at her meh?"&lt;br /&gt;          "By the way...where is she ar?...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVwkCf8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mhHaDudxh_w/s1600-h/yumcha+session+4+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVwkCf8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mhHaDudxh_w/s320/yumcha+session+4+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235165560282709954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to mention....should always keep in touch with people who drive u crazy! See that?4 admin of Yumcha Blog wei,dun play play LOL.First time four of us are together in a single yumcha.&lt;br /&gt;Yongming..haihh....u and ur stories about what would happen if all schoolmates forget each other.....dun lar so drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVvOgAzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yc99N5AtbJI/s1600-h/yumcha+session+4+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVvOgAzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yc99N5AtbJI/s320/yumcha+session+4+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235165559923934002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So..you'll never know you know...even the old dude next to us was trying to reminisce about his&lt;br /&gt;old school days.Too much of thinking got him go GA-GA and finally tried his best to fit into....&lt;br /&gt;YUMCHA....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVRs7WQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8vg3vQZmfC0/s1600-h/yumcha+session+4+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcLVRs7WQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8vg3vQZmfC0/s320/yumcha+session+4+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235165551998490882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One the most important thing for sure....never forget about those who make you feel like brothers, partners in crime and whatever things which describe the super uncommon but highly enviable friendship between men....Introducing....the Pork Shop Boys!(Without Lim Han Chuen)....exclude the girl down there....she is....what we call.."Irrelevancy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCc3BVGfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/msx5loepFPo/s1600-h/IMG_1492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcCc3BVGfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/msx5loepFPo/s320/IMG_1492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155786670610930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally....the future is always bright ahead..look up dude...you'll never know what you'll find in the crowded atmosphere or the lonely shadows...there's just something out there..We shouldn't be sad for a long time...be complacent for that one moment you think you are good but never stop trying harder and harder. And most importantly....everyone deserves a smile no matter what happens or what may come along, depression, sadness, hardships or heartbreaks....so like the Joker said....."Let's put a smile on that face!"....(Random)........&lt;br /&gt;- Taylor's College Charity Carnival 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAr6aBt9I/AAAAAAAAADE/vrj78ajGUXw/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.spell.gif" alt="Check Spelling" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-7432910907339183504?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/7432910907339183504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=7432910907339183504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/7432910907339183504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/7432910907339183504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-my-college-life-and-rest.html' title='My Life, My College Life and the rest....'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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/_mPmSpljTc2U/SKcAsNgPZ9I/AAAAAAAAADM/4wSzj-dmsVk/s72-c/e3+page+1+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-5098292383141749636</id><published>2008-06-06T13:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:23:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's another PMS affair...</title><content type='html'>And that was that....the affair was gone...now waiting for Victor's Monash University visit! Here I come!!! AND I STILL HAVEN'T GOT MY RM25 from HANI ZAKARIA! What the heck! AND I should have taken Ken Vin's Roti Boy and DAMN, I shouldn't have eaten Smoked Salmon Salad at Fish n' Co that day....It wasn't filling my stomach at all!...SUCKSSSSSSSSSS!!! ANd I still can't believe Roshan is chasing after a girl who's off to UK, a French chick he met from school and another Malaysian girl..Triple threat?NO LUCK FOR U DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the topic suggests..it's just another PMS affair. It's a Pre-Medical Society Taylor's University College SUBANG JAYA affair! Alright...a bit too exaggerated but sometimes, exaggeration creates enthusiasm right?So here's the unofficial report on what happened(if only you are interested in reading it)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 10am on that day,it was a Saturday. I was really bothered that morning, it should be due to the fact that....ARGHH, never mind that. -_-........I lazed around a lot by watching TV.Then, I took shower at around 1 something and I was off to 1 Utama by 2pm. Everyone who were involved in that AIDS Memorial Day thingy were only supposed to meet up&lt;br /&gt;at 5pm. I got there earlier. I didn't have a purpose to be in a shopping mall myself. I was wondering around like an aimless idiot. I thought of watching a movie but nothing interests me. Then, I went to MPH. That place...sometimes...it gets romantic in the evening, haha! I was reading things about cars, movies and business. Yes, business! I want to be rich one day! It has to happened before I turn 40! Or maybe earlier...which is better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to Delifrance and ate egg sandwich with chiabatta bread. And,no...unlike any other bloggers out there..I don't waste my time showing people what I eat or how my food can react to a camera's flash. Sometimes, we even think our food can hear or talk to us when we actually post "their" pictures on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5pm, everyone gathered at the New Wing entrance. Got myself some new clothes. Well, we have to wear some similar attire which is quite eye-catching in order to be volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we get Rm25 each! That's just small money but anyway, it's supposed to be a charity-like thing! Me, Wei Hoong and Darwin met up with Victor and his friend. I took them to O'Brien's and they ate sandwich..HAHA! Rm16.50 sandwich...and Victor thought his chicken sandwich is a chicken itself.....dumb dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, met up with Ken Vin and his friend, Roshan. We ate at Fish and Co together while others were given work to do hahah! Initially, we were actually distributing fliers with Hani ZAKARIA! Who cares, we need dinner and along came Fish n' Co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wore sandwich blocks..(a picture on that too)..and most of us wandered around 1U to give out fliers. I was the worst one...I had the most fliers in my hands and I didn't give out all.&lt;br /&gt;At around 7.30 pm, Ken Vin, Roshan and me got back to the entrance and event was about to start and here are the pictures.....Here's another story to tell......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIUXqfC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/Gd-on8LwsUQ/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIUXqfC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/Gd-on8LwsUQ/s320/DSC00636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208633221329128402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yeap, this is what the PMS members were in for.We were all on a mission. Voluntary work to be exact! It's all about AIDS and its Memorial Day. Like the words suggests..."NEVER GIVE UP! NEVER FORGET!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s320/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208633231711057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;Apparently, there were some marching band thingy goin on. It was quite well-tuned though. Those dudes in blue are called...hmm...what was it again?AHh yes! Kadet Putera if I'm not wrong. Sometimes music makes the heart go mellow and the 3 guys stood up to feel the emotion. It's that heartening....The guy in the center is not Michael Schumacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH003BebI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TMjPoCUDlRw/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH003BebI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TMjPoCUDlRw/s320/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632679410530738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dudes like me are just so excited for the event that they actually smile all the way no matter how tiring the workload is.Some dudes like Roshan just try to act cool and thinks they are so cool that they can't afford to put a smile on their face. Well, some dudes just like to concentrate on serious business..just like Mr President, Ken Vin!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, Roshan is a mixture of Chinese and Punjabi. According to Ken Vin the mixture is equivalent to this:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese + Punjabi = CHINPUB =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH14SbeSI/AAAAAAAAACE/7a12eRf7yMM/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH14SbeSI/AAAAAAAAACE/7a12eRf7yMM/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632697510656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;Some people are just so eager to light candles to show their sincerity in fighting AIDS even when it comes to crowding around a freakin' circle. The world is running out of wax...thanks to people like this...can wax be extinct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH4rx7M3I/AAAAAAAAACU/_rJ5LTFjWGk/s1600-h/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH4rx7M3I/AAAAAAAAACU/_rJ5LTFjWGk/s320/DSC01424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632745692705650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;Well, some just want to show some publicity to promote their status as some political figures. See the pink guy over there?Know him?Familiar with him?Seen him in our political arena before?Actually I don't know anything about him....Count the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH3aFjPJI/AAAAAAAAACM/3fWXAjdrCMk/s1600-h/DSC01420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjH3aFjPJI/AAAAAAAAACM/3fWXAjdrCMk/s320/DSC01420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632723763313810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;On the other hand.....some people who think they are doing a fine voluntary job can just relax and smile at the camera.That's me from the left,newbie Chin Jun at the center and Victor at the right.Behind us is a big white board where there's a BIG heart SHAPE where people can write messages regarding to AIDS and ofcourse I write the biggest stuff! You should never underestimate the power of relaxing after hardwork of volunteering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjJceyQk-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nOkvVwRcYsk/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjJceyQk-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/nOkvVwRcYsk/s320/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208634460191364066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIU-VuuDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oxWjaLuNpbA/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;And finally, we should never forget the ultra-hardworking volunteers who love seeking attention without saying a single word...That's a blur picture of Wei Hoong and Amirah....proudly saying...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm HIV positive.Can I give you a hug?" and the other is in malay.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go! MALAYSIA BOLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that....the affair was gone...now waiting for Victor's Monash University visit! Here I come!!! AND I STILL HAVEN'T GOT MY RM25 from HANI ZAKARIA! What the heck! AND I should have taken Ken Vin's Roti Boy and DAMN, I shouldn't have eaten Smoked Salmon Salad at Fish n' Co that day....It wasn't filling my stomach at all!...SUCKSSSSSSSSSS!!! ANd I still can't believe Roshan is chasing after a girl who's off to UK, a French chick he met from school and another Malaysian girl..Triple threat?NO LUCK FOR U DUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-5098292383141749636?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/5098292383141749636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=5098292383141749636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/5098292383141749636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/5098292383141749636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-another-pms-affair.html' title='It&apos;s another PMS affair...'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SEjIUXqfC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/Gd-on8LwsUQ/s72-c/DSC00636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-8140838433360273160</id><published>2008-05-18T00:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:05:17.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was  A Meaningful Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was exactly this day,last week...10th of May..Some of the Pre-Med Society members of Taylor's University College visited Agathian's Shelter. So.......here are some information you may wanna know about the home.....Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The home is struggling financially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Its run by about 7 committee members which is made up of accountants,lawyers and engineers...and some other professions which I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*They have about 30 kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The kids are Indians&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The committee members are Indians&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*There was a Chinese boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The caretaker which I met was relatively....obese...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*The caretaker which I met was married twice...wonder if third time's the charm..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Pre-Med has established contact with them!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, about 41 people signed up for the trip, 37 ppl paid...and only 28 turned up...such wonderful figures, don't you think? So here it is....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first, we arrived there about an hour late thanks to some bus driver who do not know where to go and how to get there.Anyway, when we all reached there...we had to carry so many things to give to the home.....There were rice,oil,sardines,meehoon,sugar and....more....more.....Then, as the head of the "project", I told Hiu Jian to commence the games that he had planned....Creative boy...he got us play some really fun ice-breaking game...Then, there was a magic show performance by Mr. Gur Amrit! Then, we all play....err.....recreational games?Here's it is....Here it is how things look like that day!----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8LtkRO-bI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRWVAq4LKCQ/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8LtkRO-bI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRWVAq4LKCQ/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201388972094192050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                               This was taken during the football session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                            Kids love football, we love football...Pre-Med&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                love football as well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8MDkRO-cI/AAAAAAAAABU/YhuWeX7r8sw/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8MDkRO-cI/AAAAAAAAABU/YhuWeX7r8sw/s320/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201389350051314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                     Some guys just won't grow up..They would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                    rather see a younger reflection of themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                     by doing something silly like....THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M7URO-dI/AAAAAAAAABc/dfASFHCVemU/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M7URO-dI/AAAAAAAAABc/dfASFHCVemU/s320/DSC00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201390307829021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the case of being young when you are old resumes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people like to double the fun, so 1 seat is sometimes better for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that funny girl Anis( the tudung girl in pink) must be telling her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how much she had screamed that day...-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M70RO-eI/AAAAAAAAABk/9KEkvSlTtDs/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M70RO-eI/AAAAAAAAABk/9KEkvSlTtDs/s320/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201390316418955746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this case, some people love swinging their youth to the maximum level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While others prefer to dwell in their much younger side. For instance, Ye Veen is playing with a 4 year old kid..Pity that small dude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M8kRO-gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NYD5Y2x6uHE/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M8kRO-gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NYD5Y2x6uHE/s320/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201390329303857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, sometimes people just can't forget about the past.They just wan to keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;more memories of their younger days. To do so, they take pictures with younger kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and of course....try to make sure that image remains for long. In doing so, Wei Hoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is doing a wonderful job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M8URO-fI/AAAAAAAAABs/eBkrPIf1uOY/s1600-h/10052008157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8M8URO-fI/AAAAAAAAABs/eBkrPIf1uOY/s320/10052008157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201390325008890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well well....here it is! The BIG GROUP that went to Agathian's Shelter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We came, we conquered, we delighted the kids, we brought them stuffs. Hopefully, we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;see you guys again and you kids will always be in my mind. Thank you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for showing us that there is still a broken part in this world which needs immediate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;attention.And of course...not to mention about the profit that we made from this visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Nicholas Lee Hon Mun who collected the money,why must you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;squat on the left side? Thanks to all the other 26 members who came! And finally, I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;proud..standing there with my arms wrapped..I'm proud that I'm doing such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will never forget you...Agathian's Shelter! We will never forget you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for the short memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-8140838433360273160?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/8140838433360273160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=8140838433360273160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/8140838433360273160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/8140838433360273160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-meaningful-outing.html' title='It Was  A Meaningful Outing'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SC8LtkRO-bI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRWVAq4LKCQ/s72-c/DSC00616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-9078124804088416543</id><published>2008-05-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:00:24.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a bang! Not really....</title><content type='html'>Hmm.....sum of my friends found out that I have a blog and yes I do! I made this blog before I left for NS in January.So here's the thing....I wanna commit some of my precious online period to blogging as well....It's definitely something new to me..I'll try my best to keep all my bored readers as bored as they want to think this blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing which I would like to share is...my experience in NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SCW9D-r-hqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-AUd9SyOvIU/s1600-h/NS+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SCW9D-r-hqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-AUd9SyOvIU/s320/NS+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198769220933813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't get me wrong! I do not smoke but as you know, I have a pretty "tough-for-tough" connections in my dorm.I sleep with rascals,brats,hardcore smokers and of course, the worst of the worst!.I'm in Dorm 3 of Kem Paya Indah, the most corrupted dorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken during the last week of camp in the morning.I think it was a Tuesday.So let me introduce you some of my NS friends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1st: Anis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; He's the thinnest fella in my dorm and he's my assistant company leader.All the way from Sarawak&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The best moment: He smuggled sum pills into camp and I filmed him eating it with the others who were involved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2nd from the left: Ashraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;Shortest boy in my dorm.Player.Smoker.Smooth operator with girls.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The best moment:His love interest is the prettiest girl in my camp and I told her not to get along wit him.MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3rd from the left: ME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;(No explanations!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4th from the left: Sean&lt;/span&gt;, not from my dorm but just next door.He's my counseling student.I offer him advices.I offer him emotional comfort.I offer him my after-dinner free time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The best moment: He offer me cigarettes but I don't give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5th from the left,1st from the right: Shafi'e&lt;/span&gt;, hardest name to pronounce.All the way from Terengganu.Hardcore smoker and masturbates consistently every week(I guess..).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The best moment: He flashed his dick at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. Finally, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the guy behind us all: Hafiz or Apyz&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the guy from Shah Alam.An avid singer.Hardcore smoker with a knack of breaking the rules and going over the mile.He loves singing while taking bath.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The best moment: He sang for me on my birthday.(Title:MAHAKARYA CINTA by Faizal of One in A Million)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do not smoke and I just take this picture for the fun of it....cause I thought I should cherish some moments in my camp which includes,the extreme side of negativity in life. I learn that smoking is not a crime but just a violation towards your health.Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen for...ermm...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;smoking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-9078124804088416543?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/9078124804088416543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=9078124804088416543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/9078124804088416543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/9078124804088416543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-with-bang-not-really.html' title='Back with a bang! Not really....'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mPmSpljTc2U/SCW9D-r-hqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-AUd9SyOvIU/s72-c/NS+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915048308639676481.post-1190175211898054989</id><published>2007-12-26T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:00:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Finally! I have a blog! Whats the fun of having a blog?I don't know?Whats the use of having a blog?No idea.Whats the core purpose of creating a blog?Absolutely no idea.So,if anyone of you who will be reading my posts(if I can...),hopefully there's something to read when you feel bored.Anyway.....my name is Sam...nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915048308639676481-1190175211898054989?l=brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/feeds/1190175211898054989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915048308639676481&amp;postID=1190175211898054989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/1190175211898054989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915048308639676481/posts/default/1190175211898054989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokebackmountainkinabalu.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog'/><author><name>sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766531469721239798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
