<?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-3431863901194551543</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:10:03.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horrendous Mass of Glycosaminoglycan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8834047458272603394</id><published>2011-05-29T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:18:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragged myself here again.</title><content type='html'>First year in Uni is coming to an end...and *throws the confetti* first post of the year is finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I'm a new person now!!! I see the light!!!! I see unlimited source of energy sprouting from collisions between particles and anti-particles!! Tigers are no more endangered! NOT!! More than ever, I am still me. ME ME ME ME ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still single? (tick)&lt;br /&gt;Still eating chicken and raw veg all the time? (tick)&lt;br /&gt;Still a junk food addict? (tick)&lt;br /&gt;Still suck at math? (tick, OH THE HORROR OF STATISTICS!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Still short? (Half tick, to be justified soon)&lt;br /&gt;Still as uncharismatic as ever? (tick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and list goes on and on. You'd be expecting some who study across the globe to change drastically like Korean drama characters. Well, boo-hoo too bad. The only posh accent i can imitate without killing the locals is silencing my Ts (which is kinda annoying, ya know, pronouncing waTer as wa'er). The experience of 'getting-a-new-life-new-look-new-experience' is somehow dissapointing and surpressed by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homework&lt;/span&gt;osaurus. Sad how uni can't be more inspiring than it already isn't. Well, Royal Albert Hall's always a great buddy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Imperial college as a whole: great school with ranking, awesome reputation as well, sure makes you work your asses off. BUT BUT BUT!!!! Yes, condemn me if i'm being overly Hollywood-movie-fantasy-minded, its lacks SO MUCH when it comes to being inspiring. Oh trust me, i am not the only who expects to gleam during lectures but this school is seriously lacking in that department. Yes, I love evolution, but i hate Evolution lectures, especially when they will be tested. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, perhaps my mentality of England wasn't very accurate in the beginning. Tea pots and English roses just doesn't associate with London. Full stop. So now, I continue to trap myself in these delusions (with the help of residing in South Kensington, near Hyde Park) while battling away with endless assignments and exams (which starts on my birthday, yay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't bash London any further. Of course she has her charms, under-appreciated by this Asian-minded foreign student. Getting out of London for short trips has always been pleasurable. Especially Wales actually, haha. People there don't treat skepticism as humour most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait Malaysia, till we meet again on the 2nd of the 7th month. Muahahahhahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i just needed to wrtie a bit of gibberish so stress release. Ahhhhhhh......*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8834047458272603394?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8834047458272603394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/dragged-myself-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8834047458272603394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8834047458272603394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2011/05/dragged-myself-here-again.html' title='Dragged myself here again.'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5252279458514988218</id><published>2010-09-09T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:34:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>Yes people. I am a sad sad invertebrate. Unfortunately, 2 months of total relaxation is not enough to motivate me to do anything but finger exercises.  Now, i need a to do list of things to settle before i go overseas. Help me! HElp ME!!! So now, continuing with my incomplete to do list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Medical Checkup&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another round of aiming your pee in bottles, poking needles into your flesh, and knee hitting, this time need chest X ray summore. EH! Minor cough! Be gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;OH NO!!!! THAT CAVITY THAT'S BEEN THERE SINCE FEB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Learn to cook more dishes.&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast : pancake, half boil egg, garlic bread, bacon, sausage, ommelette ....&lt;br /&gt;For other times : Fried rice (TICK!!!), fried noodle, fried beehoon, mee soup, chicken, vegetable eat raw larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Think of things to buy in Malaysia first&lt;br /&gt;Stationery, long sleeve, ......THIS I NEED HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Clean up my room AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SIEN ARRR!!!!! WORLD WAR N DY ARRRR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......the imcomplete list....eeeek, need to bathe now.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5252279458514988218?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5252279458514988218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5252279458514988218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5252279458514988218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6870472968095212008</id><published>2010-08-13T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T04:33:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion, Dream, Principle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGUi3VGiNbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DDG3S8TF3pk/s1600/tumblr_l6nwblcBUD1qa2txho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGUi3VGiNbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DDG3S8TF3pk/s400/tumblr_l6nwblcBUD1qa2txho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504844453483001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I've posted this again and again and again, but I'm gonna keep reminding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM STAYING TRUE TO MY PASSION, DREAMS, PRINCIPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I remember very clearly when others have forgotten. I've always wanted to work for NASA. I've always wanted an adventure ala Hollywood movies. I've always wanted to travel the globe. I've wanted to see the wonders of the world shown in books. I've wanted to become an archeologist. I've wanted become someone special. I wanted a career where people say really say, 'WOW!!! That's cool!', not 'she must be rich'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a friend awhile ago. He thought that our success is primarily measured by how much we earn or education's only worth it if we can earn all the sums back. Forgive me for sounding like a spoilt brat, but i disagree. I know money can make a person happy, we need it to live. But I do not want people to respect me because i earn alot. Man, i feel like a brat. My life has been comfortable thus far because my dad worked like hell. But i have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, If i am a brat, I am gonna be the greatest and weirdest brat so you can tell your friends, "HAH! Do you all want brats now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've lived comfortably most of my life. As much as i empathize people who suffer, i will never be able to understand them or feel like them completely. I dont know what's it like to suffer, I don't know what's it like to be hungry for days, I don't know what's it like to give up my dreams. My dad worked his ass off for the family. My mum gave me more love than i ever need. God really really blessed me. Indeed, I am very very very thankful for all i have. I do whine, i do complain, i do hate some situation i was in, but overall, I HAVE A GREAT LIFE!!! Now, i've got a wonderful past, i love my present, now, I pray for a glorious future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to take zoology in college, yes, you should've guessed how a lot of people react.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not take medicine? You can cure people and make a good living."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you gonna change your major to bio chem? I really hope so."&lt;br /&gt;"You are so unpractical, you haven't experience how cruel the society is."&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, you really dont understand the world, cuz you have been rich."&lt;br /&gt;"AHAHAHA, so you wanna earn a degree to sweep animal poop in the Zoo???!!! AHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i am sick of it. YES! I admit, sometimes i do not understand why i chose zoology as well. I havent thought if i could take it. I do have fear for animals. I just like them in books. But you are not taking me down. Do you know how much guts it took me to click the send button for UCAS? In my entire life, I never took real risk. I took small risks, i failed many times. I have a phobias when i remember the low points in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Still,I still decided to take a leap of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in High school, i was afraid of doing so many things. I was scared of going against my parents. I was afraid of doing wrong things. I was afraid of hurting people. Trust me, now, i am still afraid. But Thank you Elstan for forwarding Mr.Lai's message to me. It sounded something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not trust on your own understanding, Do not trust yourself, Believe in god and acknowledge him in every way, for He will set your path straight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dared to dream. Many dared to dream. But how many dared to make their dreams come true? How many people were struck down by reality? How many people loose the chance and regretted when they age? God blessed me with such good condition. Maybe it's a sign. This is my chance, This is my opportunity to do things. My life and future begins now. I might fail. I might regret what i say. I will suffer on the way. Hey, i will tell kids during careers day,'man, i ate so many beetles in Amazon, EEEEWWW!!!' instead of 'i suffered to much in the beginning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of the world, I am going after my dreams. Watch out, I might take the world in a storm. You maybe be able to laugh at me when i fail, scorn my decisions, or criticise me, but for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM ON MY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*oh,  I wrote this post cuz i got A for both Biology and Chemistry. There's a high chance that i might be going to Imperial. Suddenly, life seems meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6870472968095212008?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6870472968095212008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/passion-dream-principle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6870472968095212008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6870472968095212008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/passion-dream-principle.html' title='Passion, Dream, Principle'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGUi3VGiNbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/DDG3S8TF3pk/s72-c/tumblr_l6nwblcBUD1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-272967846520580667</id><published>2010-08-12T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:56:11.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing the one and only, Cath Kidston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqVIbrnSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JELAaOtEnh0/s1600/292191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqVIbrnSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JELAaOtEnh0/s320/292191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500818338618658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it a Cinema Bag, isnt it cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUp8CXiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UzicfQ1C2MI/s1600/291972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUp8CXiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/UzicfQ1C2MI/s320/291972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500810152828450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved bags with designs like this one, it looks like a plastic bag but not too irregular and all, makes it really casual. And it fits your books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUQzb3dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/doLens7MaBk/s1600/288750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUQzb3dI/AAAAAAAAAYI/doLens7MaBk/s320/288750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500803405864402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! ME AM POSTMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUd7ojwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5VgWXz1ZzwM/s1600/273787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUd7ojwI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5VgWXz1ZzwM/s320/273787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500806929911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first with Cath Kidston. It has been my school bag for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUDBW5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rLmlIxNDhN0/s1600/268875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqUDBW5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rLmlIxNDhN0/s320/268875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500799706162834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, dont you find the cherries cute???? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqCdFa0kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WZYn-vrMBA0/s1600/268677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqCdFa0kI/AAAAAAAAAXw/WZYn-vrMBA0/s320/268677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500497464873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!! i just gotta get these!! Imagine, on a fine Saturday, you take some food, and THIS busket, then off to Hyde Park you go, with your favourite food, and perhaps your favourite person, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqCCggjzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/wG-PMith9Ic/s1600/267915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqCCggjzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/wG-PMith9Ic/s320/267915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500490330738482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me have plimsolls with this print! but it ta small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBt2QyTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Mmgi0MwmWns/s1600/267793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBt2QyTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Mmgi0MwmWns/s320/267793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500484784834866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute! Arent they???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBaGWFRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HpkyUkwYvOQ/s1600/267755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBaGWFRI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HpkyUkwYvOQ/s320/267755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500479483581714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks like a teapot right out of a movie with English Country side setting! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBGCEWsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EATHkkrSKHc/s1600/255011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqBGCEWsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EATHkkrSKHc/s320/255011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504500474096933570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!!!! RADIO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPpiTFYmWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t42-3U7dB9A/s1600/160674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPpiTFYmWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/t42-3U7dB9A/s320/160674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504499945024559458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice if you have kids at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back then prints are a big nono for me. Haha, maybe i got a bit influenced by my fashion crazy sista or ward, they got onto me. Cath Kidston's are really cute, gives you that very Brit feeling, not the urban kind, but the nice teatime kind, lol. Man, but the $$ involved....NO!!!!! GOTTA WORK HARD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3431863901194551543-272967846520580667?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/272967846520580667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/272967846520580667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/272967846520580667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TGPqVIbrnSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/JELAaOtEnh0/s72-c/292191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8242032798359977704</id><published>2010-08-03T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:37:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yong Tau Fu's Report of KTJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfcSxbJlcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NIsPop76Q5k/s1600/n1623291104_122951_7334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfcSxbJlcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NIsPop76Q5k/s320/n1623291104_122951_7334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501107684919317954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was Purple. We were all purple. We were loud, crazy and a bit lazy. HAHA. That was my first house in KTJ. Jawahir, haha, will the next habitant of the right bed of LR16 still be a girl from Negeri Negeri selat ie Melaka, Penang, or Singapore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfasi9p5VI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Elo7uTwhlJk/s1600/3165_74100239315_793069315_1505012_6405238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfasi9p5VI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Elo7uTwhlJk/s320/3165_74100239315_793069315_1505012_6405238_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501105928690853202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six form induction. We danced (the others, not group 2, they wont do the onara fart dance). HAHA. It was suppose to be held when we arrive, but it was pushed to term 2, how weird. We were sorta familiar with each other back already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfasMb0NwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/f0z7IzUN8rs/s1600/5061_1156959372436_1481293305_30406725_1332538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfasMb0NwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/f0z7IzUN8rs/s320/5061_1156959372436_1481293305_30406725_1332538_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501105922643343106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST PROM EVER TO GO WITH THE GIRLS!!! (and some guys, hah) It was awesome!!!! and fun. Food kinda suck, sorry, didnt know how to handle the smoked salmon and avocado thing. We all went crazy man when the up beat songs started. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0qCW6QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LSf780eQ4yA/s1600/5813_104913301684_524296684_2644154_476018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0qCW6QI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LSf780eQ4yA/s320/5813_104913301684_524296684_2644154_476018_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104968516954370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sisterhood of the powepuff girls perhaps? HEHE. I hate this picture though. But we did so many crazy things together. The four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0fxfIrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MrrFEfZVRok/s1600/5291_1157411105374_1530642130_30411956_6508289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0fxfIrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MrrFEfZVRok/s320/5291_1157411105374_1530642130_30411956_6508289_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104965761835698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now this is like a secondary 1 class. With class moniters, canes and roll call. MR LAI'S CHEMISTRY!!!!!! the L6 batch. If this is the before..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0O_kpVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/M9IjVuSAD3g/s1600/28850_10150178763960402_886100401_12362908_4212368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZ0O_kpVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/M9IjVuSAD3g/s320/28850_10150178763960402_886100401_12362908_4212368_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104961257514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......This is the after!!!!! Look how our chemistry class grow!!! The more the merrier! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZzqsXrjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fhCEz1Aq0Fg/s1600/29476_428503297904_692752904_5088052_5877304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZzqsXrjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fhCEz1Aq0Fg/s320/29476_428503297904_692752904_5088052_5877304_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104951513296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DID NOT PLUCK HIS HAIR INTENTIONALLY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZzX4NhcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AA2k6TfOykk/s1600/5532_133450247904_692752904_2881822_2672202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZzX4NhcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/AA2k6TfOykk/s320/5532_133450247904_692752904_2881822_2672202_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104946462688706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad Nad's awesome skill, showing nearly the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNuh45LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WeIQi3l-wGI/s1600/14534_228703147904_692752904_3973657_5943971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNuh45LI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WeIQi3l-wGI/s320/14534_228703147904_692752904_3973657_5943971_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104299708048562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun, during physics, when we weren't in the classroom, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNW-AnOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Sr3e8qmQMIg/s1600/5532_133450252904_692752904_2881823_6473956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNW-AnOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Sr3e8qmQMIg/s320/5532_133450252904_692752904_2881823_6473956_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104293383544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OO! And Nora invited us to her sister's wedding. LOVE NASI MINYAK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNPq22rI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sC9F6KkQKvA/s1600/14534_228703082904_692752904_3973646_4223561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZNPq22rI/AAAAAAAAAVY/sC9F6KkQKvA/s320/14534_228703082904_692752904_3973646_4223561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104291424164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our dear Ex-Bio teacher Mr.Hitchman. He left us during 2010 January. Yeah, thanks to him, i realised engineering isnt my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZMqCxqUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HKnkLNNXg4E/s1600/11533_219855491406_723791406_4009650_2255291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZMqCxqUI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HKnkLNNXg4E/s320/11533_219855491406_723791406_4009650_2255291_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104281323940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LEE HUI'S birthday!!!! We were enjoying ourselves and torturing ourselves!!! AS exams plus Art Centre!! OH! Art Centre was the bomb man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZMeeUMpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xklQXr90x_0/s1600/10630_153956134092_736659092_2697474_2905053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfZMeeUMpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xklQXr90x_0/s320/10630_153956134092_736659092_2697474_2905053_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501104278218224274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The UTM Bridge Competition. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWr2ldVJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2YW0C4GusJk/s1600/15328_416819752518_576717518_5297470_8259970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWr2ldVJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2YW0C4GusJk/s320/15328_416819752518_576717518_5297470_8259970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501101518731695250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around June???? I forgot, the whole world came to Melaka. Woot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrgCjH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/b8FgHbcLO8o/s1600/23532_301792767466_537692466_3636739_1523440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrgCjH9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/b8FgHbcLO8o/s320/23532_301792767466_537692466_3636739_1523440_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501101512679694290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, most Art Centre Girls became ALIA girls!!! We might not be the strongest in many fields, but we sure have the spirit and passion to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrcezzAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/b9GLkB-hmR0/s1600/25735_1450627102744_1145238430_31340135_2820103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrcezzAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/b9GLkB-hmR0/s320/25735_1450627102744_1145238430_31340135_2820103_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501101511724485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janani and I. Awwwwww!!!! I love you NINI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrDHM6FI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xkvmsUnfu9Y/s1600/25735_1450621582606_1145238430_31340115_6484378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWrDHM6FI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xkvmsUnfu9Y/s320/25735_1450621582606_1145238430_31340115_6484378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501101504914581586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya and Farah dressing up like Maldivian Princesses, with a freaky bumbum in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWqnTB8WI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Fy3mnd3ahCw/s1600/25735_1450667223747_1145238430_31340202_5420640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfWqnTB8WI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Fy3mnd3ahCw/s320/25735_1450667223747_1145238430_31340202_5420640_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501101497448001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE NIGHT!!!!! hoho, i wasnt down there to enjoy the fashion show, but the view from the PA room was great!!! First experience on lighting babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV31HjEYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zFVdufFzTQE/s1600/30812_401080266575_630681575_4842967_4519452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV31HjEYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zFVdufFzTQE/s320/30812_401080266575_630681575_4842967_4519452_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501100624984609154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, us phoenixes after practising to become mermaids before swimming gala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV3W766hI/AAAAAAAAATw/vkVaaaM_nLc/s1600/34194_408121116575_630681575_5040559_2040626_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV3W766hI/AAAAAAAAATw/vkVaaaM_nLc/s320/34194_408121116575_630681575_5040559_2040626_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501100616882776594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND GUESS WAT!!!!! WE WON SENIORS!!!! YAY!!!!!!! Juniors did great too man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV3KRQbAI/AAAAAAAAATo/KIPDNOrjAEw/s1600/34889_434983131406_723791406_5640900_1916694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfV3KRQbAI/AAAAAAAAATo/KIPDNOrjAEw/s320/34889_434983131406_723791406_5640900_1916694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501100613482605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powerpuff girls strike!!!! This time, we're out and about on a one week trip to JB, S'pore and Kemaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVO6m2_mI/AAAAAAAAATg/2YUF0sZPNfg/s1600/28253_1475560898920_1530642130_31201229_34438_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVO6m2_mI/AAAAAAAAATg/2YUF0sZPNfg/s320/28253_1475560898920_1530642130_31201229_34438_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099922083479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's that time of the year. My second prom, oh, and first prom with a prom date. Thanks Yu Chieh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVOOGiCLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/L98MJoHlxa4/s1600/36129_409059943189_723308189_4315794_4296548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVOOGiCLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/L98MJoHlxa4/s320/36129_409059943189_723308189_4315794_4296548_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099910136727730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM OTTO!!!!!! Introducing my favourite punchbag!!!! MIAAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVN1XIJ2I/AAAAAAAAATI/GUfLnIxBrxA/s1600/36368_1453862597002_1546437064_31109174_1173249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVN1XIJ2I/AAAAAAAAATI/GUfLnIxBrxA/s320/36368_1453862597002_1546437064_31109174_1173249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099903495448418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the forms of ALIA LOVE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVNtuUxtI/AAAAAAAAATA/mX6_1xnna8E/s1600/26563_360804467904_692752904_4555766_2048093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfVNtuUxtI/AAAAAAAAATA/mX6_1xnna8E/s320/26563_360804467904_692752904_4555766_2048093_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099901445261010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stand together, we wont worry about falling down 50 flights of stairs! Cuz we have ALIA LOVE. We're the Red Hot Phoenixes!!! Dont mess with us Y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure flies. One and a half year flew bye, just like that. I met new people, see new things, became friends with people, and definitely found out more about myself. Boarding school is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Conclude the whole Experience :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yong Tau Fu loves Boarding School, Yong Tau Fu loves Alia and Jawahir, Yong Tau Fu loves the U6s, especially Amelia, Lee Hui, Xin Yi, Janani, Raya, Farah. Yong Tau Fu had a great adventure and she is ready to venture into Univeristy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*if you cant recognise me due excessive fat accumulations, it's OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfTwPUdbII/AAAAAAAAASo/QFdwLpQZ0wA/s1600/16531_172519059092_736659092_2850391_5099625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfTvW6ALXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rBEjisPWpM8/s1600/3165_74100239315_793069315_1505012_6405238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfTvJ0qaCI/AAAAAAAAASI/9LpI05kNXkQ/s1600/n1623291104_122951_7334.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8242032798359977704?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8242032798359977704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/yong-tau-fus-report-of-ktj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8242032798359977704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8242032798359977704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/08/yong-tau-fus-report-of-ktj.html' title='Yong Tau Fu&apos;s Report of KTJ'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFfcSxbJlcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NIsPop76Q5k/s72-c/n1623291104_122951_7334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-427042451216446758</id><published>2010-07-31T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:29:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFPYFWEJkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/pcVjoCSrkFs/s1600/050505.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFPYFWEJkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/pcVjoCSrkFs/s400/050505.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499977156283437218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am suppose to have a peaceful life now. I am suppose to calm down and relax after so many years. I am suppose to start doing things i like now. I am suppose to watch all the animes i want and read all the books i like. I am suppose to hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i do not have a peaceful life. The anxiety of getting into Imperial is mortifying. I still cannot calm down when my future is being so uncertain. USA? UK? Or none? I don't know. I try to pray everyday (urgh, committing another sin again.) but i have failed. I am not motivated to read at all, i seclude myself from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible. 7th, i am looking forward to you. At least it's a nice getaway from everything. But i dread you too. 12th is approaching. Please let me make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i read through all the posts i made long ago. Haha, all the wrong grammatical mistakes, rojak language, weird 'midair' gestures. Boy, i hope i wont write like that again. I wanted so many things, i got a lot of them, but most of them are still out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to doubt about everything. I might be a drama queen, semi-emo freak, or whatever. I am having quite a difficult time piecing things together now. Nah, not motivated at all. Dad started smoking again for dunno whatever fucking shitty reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we all sit down to have family meetings? It's always the usual. How sure am i of getting the grades? Am i capable? Why didn't i apply for more universities in the USA? and the Future. Argh, so goodness sake man. I DON'T KNOW!!!!! DON'T ASK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They'll keep bugging me for a certain answer if i say anything lower than a 50% confidence rating. Asking me why? Are you sure? You that unconfident? Then they'll start blabbing about USA, applying for VISA and so on. If  i give a confident answer, then the burden's on me. Cuz i REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay at home everyday now staring into facebook and doing nothing. I just stare, read some mangas, search for some videos on youtube. That's it. I avoid waking to early or else i'll have too much time to think  of what to do. Dont ask me to drive, i hate driving, i will cast my vote to any party who will actually built an organised MRT for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-427042451216446758?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/427042451216446758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/427042451216446758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/427042451216446758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-rants.html' title='Daily Rants'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TFPYFWEJkKI/AAAAAAAAASA/pcVjoCSrkFs/s72-c/050505.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2554217352134945262</id><published>2010-07-26T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:41:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Jobless Journal</title><content type='html'>*will do a long winded post about end of high school later, but not now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TE2bN1LtxmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kBATfNK-fVU/s1600/Photo+on+2010-07-26+at+17.29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TE2bN1LtxmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kBATfNK-fVU/s400/Photo+on+2010-07-26+at+17.29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498221382006064738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, was pretty jobless just now. That's why i painted. Seeing lee hui paint so many times, sorta learnt a bit or two from her technic of impressionism. So tada, the end product of a jobless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad im kinda sick now, cant do many things on my to do list, but arh, should post it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Up room (Yeap, this one's done, took me three days man)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook and Bake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Kayaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zoo Melaka!!!!  (HO!!! Watashi no tanjoubi omiyagek!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pottery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim (Die man, i am a blob of fat now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a killer hairstyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the bible. (Ok, i am starting today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to sew or knit properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I pretty much laze around doing nothing much after coming back from japan but reading off wikipedia. Interesting...nice. Oh, peng yong and Chien Yee came around, Voon Hui too. So it was really nice to actually go out for awhile, ahhhh. OMg, we saw Mr. Hughes, LOL, at the Bamboo Hut, hitsuzen desu ne!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-2554217352134945262?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2554217352134945262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/jobless-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2554217352134945262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2554217352134945262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/07/jobless-journal.html' title='the Jobless Journal'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/TE2bN1LtxmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kBATfNK-fVU/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-07-26+at+17.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1533482468505729258</id><published>2010-05-05T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:36:23.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S-ISrn5i_HI/AAAAAAAAARo/rWCyieOSg2k/s1600/book_of_1_litre_of_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467953438235229298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S-ISrn5i_HI/AAAAAAAAARo/rWCyieOSg2k/s320/book_of_1_litre_of_tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Well, thanks to Alysha, got addicted to another Japanese Drama again with my life-changing-future-depending exam coming up.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years ago i read the diary and thought it was rather good. So this girl, Kito Aya, has a progressive disease called Spinocerebullar Degeneration thing. She lived with this disease for 10 years with optimism and hardship while the disease slowly took away all her physical abilities. Walking, Clasping, Talking, and even eating became tedious for her as she loses control over her coordination part by part. This disease has no cure up til today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was reading the novel, it was before SATs, and i read it in a rush, so maybe i didnt pay attention to all the details. To me, it was just sad and tragedic. Of course, it made me understand the handicapped more, but there wasn't much impact. On Monday, i copied the drama from Alysha's pendrive and finished it within two days. The impact was different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the Drama is not an adaptation of the book, the story was just taken, or else Asou-kun wouldnt exist at all. From here on i will give my opinion based on the drama*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aya got the disease, people stared at her, she couldn't do her favourite sports again, her crush sorta abandoned her, she was a heavy burden to everyone around her. When you see her parents' despair when they found out her disease was getting worse even after the rehabilitation, boy, it was heart wrenching, anyone would've cried. But to me, the saddest thing was actually this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our future. Though we might be afraid of it sometimes, we anticipate it. As teenagers, we struggle to find our identities. I myself wonder what can i do for the society, what can i get out of the world, what will i become in 20 years. I have things about me that i am not satisfied about, and what do i do? I hope for a change in the future. We have hopes and dreams where we can chase after, and there's a chance where we might actually catch it. The possibilities of Future Outcomes are infinite. I want to film documentaries and travel around the globe and experience wonder. But i am looking into the future, I can look into the future, and maybe i'm looking too far ahead. As for Aya-san, she can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As years pass by, Aya can't even control her own legs, she can't even talk anymore. Her future seems so bleak. After High school graduation, she can't have the "yeay, i am gonna have a new and better beginning now". By that time, her disease would've worsen considerably, it was dangerous for her to move around by her own and she needs support from her family. Unlike us, she doens't have much choice when it comes to her future. She wrote something like,"Why did this disease choose me? How can i accept this? What is my purpose of living? Can i get married?" She would have to fight the disease til her death at 25,that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But Aya, like most of us, also wanted to be useful to the society. I guess that's how most of us get our self worth, by finding out our niche and doing it to our maximum potential. Aya published her diary of how she fought her disease. She inspires people. Because that was the only thing she could do. When we're down and defeated, we wish for a better tomorrow. She fought to make today worthwhile as she might not have a tomorrow to look forward. And of course, she has Asou-kun who is there by her side throughout this turmoil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, this drama really inspired me. That's what i really like about Japanese shows, they inspire you. When we are looking to the future, there will be people like Aya who have no future to look forward too. We look at something ahead of us all the time and hope that it'll provide us something better, but after watching this, i thought : Why not make today the best day, so tomorrow will be better than the best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1533482468505729258?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1533482468505729258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-litre-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1533482468505729258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1533482468505729258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-litre-of-tears.html' title='1 Litre of Tears'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S-ISrn5i_HI/AAAAAAAAARo/rWCyieOSg2k/s72-c/book_of_1_litre_of_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3622256602101405195</id><published>2010-04-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:05:45.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7yNQuxI2OI/AAAAAAAAARg/VpsfOwwOpXo/s1600/nyr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7yNQuxI2OI/AAAAAAAAARg/VpsfOwwOpXo/s320/nyr.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457392167037753570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a very gloomy book, still have a few more chapters to go, but I'm not quite done yet. You know, i can either continue and hope it gets better towards the end, or just snap the book shut, which is very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistence darling, i shall finish the book and see how it ends, daunting as it may be, if it ends badly, then i'll chuck it down 50 cliffs. T'was never easy, though. I think i might've torn a bit of my heart in the process.&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/3431863901194551543-3622256602101405195?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3622256602101405195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-reading-very-gloomy-book-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3622256602101405195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3622256602101405195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-reading-very-gloomy-book-still.html' title=''/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7yNQuxI2OI/AAAAAAAAARg/VpsfOwwOpXo/s72-c/nyr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-9215909392110608845</id><published>2010-04-03T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:54:06.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's the thought that counts...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7dhuuZWXoI/AAAAAAAAARY/fE1rUtdD2Uw/s1600/z200574938.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7dhuuZWXoI/AAAAAAAAARY/fE1rUtdD2Uw/s320/z200574938.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455936928938876546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK. So there is this scenario. *Alice* goes into a shop, intending to buy a gift as a birthday present for her friend. There were so many choices, and it was a bit overwhelming. Besides the price, Alice also had to consider about her friend's preference, practicality, aesthetic values, et cetera. After 15 minutes of pondering, Alice finally got frustrated, she got a decent gift, and just paid the price. "Argh, this is so frustrating, i dunno what to get for her!!!! Never mind, It's the THOUGHT THAT COUNTS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phrase is so underrated and abused. Now, that isn't the worst case, it's just a mild example. When you were walking around, either in a hurry or frustrated, how much thought and sincerity do you actually put into getting that thing? Would you really think if your friend needed it? Do you think she'll like it? Have you actually put thoughts into getting your friend a gift our just a token of remembrance of her birthday? I know some people just grab the nearest and nicest item, and say,"Arh, whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;, just need to get it". If you're so frustrated over the gift, and bought it with an annoyed feeling, might as well don't buy it, imagine if your friend could actually read your thought when you buy it, as people say,"It's the thought that counts". Some people are even worse, you can even hear them say after looking around for five minutes,"Haiyar, just simply buy anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;, it's the thought that counts ward........".........................yes, what a nice thought you have for your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'know, it's not just about presents, sometimes, it's about handling a project, dealing with a friend, or working out your career plan. Without the sincerity, commitment, dedication, and true thoughts, it's pointless man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-9215909392110608845?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9215909392110608845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-thought-that-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9215909392110608845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9215909392110608845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-thought-that-counts.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s the thought that counts....&quot;'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S7dhuuZWXoI/AAAAAAAAARY/fE1rUtdD2Uw/s72-c/z200574938.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8026477454081730143</id><published>2010-03-23T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:40:28.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Find An Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's undeniable; As we get older, more mature, seen more of the world, we get more practicle. We need to survive, we need a place in the society, we need security no longer provided by our parents. It's not our fault really. Sooner or later, we will have responsibilities that are so overwhelming, they'd kill our childhood dreams. Firefighting, travelling to the moon, being a magician...etc etc....Adults can be morons sometimes, if it's so impossible, why implant these dreams into our brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, back then, i really really wanted to be an pro adventure go-er. (If such a job even exists) Go through jungles, find lost civilisations, indiana jones much, LOL. At one point, i even wanted to be chased by a lion or tiger. (hah, ask my primary school mates). Trust me, i was crazy about them, and fueled by a passion of science, i nearly become a crocodile hunter wannabe. Another friend of mine wanted to become a professional inventor, her idol back then was Thomas Alva Edison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, i am doing Natural/Life Sciences while my friend there is doing Veterinary Sciences. Great difference from what we wanted back then eh? My fren changed her interest, and she pursued it although most of the family members thought it would be better for her to pursue a degree in medicine. Me, i think i'm slightly closer to my dream, but the unknown of the future scares me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont want a job with a 9am to 5pm routine, but i am afraid of the frequent instability of the job i want. I want a special and weird job so i can travel the world and see its magnificent sites, but what about my family who is going to worry about my safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We can't have everything in the world, giving up is a must learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8026477454081730143?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8026477454081730143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-find-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8026477454081730143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8026477454081730143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-find-adventure.html' title='To Find An Adventure'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2583886770422697916</id><published>2010-03-08T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:55:14.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5TuHBczueI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pTVCauJvxPY/s1600-h/z179751261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446239653813533154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5TuHBczueI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pTVCauJvxPY/s320/z179751261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If i feel like being a girl sometimes, please don't mock me as i am still a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do want to cuddle plushies and pout my mouth sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i feel down and lonely, please don't overeact or judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still human and i can't hide my emotional side sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i say no without a hint of smile on my face, please don't take it lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually mean it if i say it for the 3rd time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i fail in my attempts, please don't tell me i did my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might've tried my best, but it hurts me to know that my best isn't good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i get angry or throw a tantrum, please don't think i am trying to win fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel as bad as you deep down and more then ever i want to end this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i speak to you humbly and nicely, please don't take advantage of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am trying to make this world a nicer place for both me and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i tell you i want to carry the world on my shoulders, please let me do so, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having faith in me is one of the best thing i can ever ask for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-2583886770422697916?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2583886770422697916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2583886770422697916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2583886770422697916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5TuHBczueI/AAAAAAAAARQ/pTVCauJvxPY/s72-c/z179751261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3841575736970149528</id><published>2010-03-06T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:59:37.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tripped over my thoughts and it became....a yoghurt??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5NEPVqXovI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBO8H0O0tws/s1600-h/try7kj,yi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445771404724642546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5NEPVqXovI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBO8H0O0tws/s320/try7kj,yi.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, ,this is the 2nd i am staying in school although it's an EXEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;So So Relaxing ~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;All hasn't been well, and i know going home won't make me feel better, not this time. I just can't go back this time. Plus, trials are coming, GARGH!!!! I am gonna kill you chemistry and bio monsters. Of course, on Friday, me and Lee Hui went to the Semenyih Tesco's to get some food. LOL. Got some vey cute key chains. Urgh, one reminded me of the Other Factor of World War 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the urban-moral influences going around, yup, people got better at listening. Thing is, what comes after that? What are you going to do after you listen? Do you actually understand what you just heard? Are you sure you wont let your own assumptions disturb your supposedly neutral intepretion? Do you actually wanna help or are you just showing the world that you are concerned? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all isn't well in the world, and no one understands you, seemingly, you feel so abandoned by the people around you. But you know they care for you, but somehow you just dont want to accept their help. You isolate yourself, you think you can do it, you think you're strong enough, then you crash. Countless times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ask for help! Just tell us what's wrong man. Just tell us. &lt;/em&gt;" This voice keeps repeating in your head. But you tell yourself, "It's my problem, i can deal with it, so what if i crash, it's MY problem, i'll deal with it by myself, i need no one to save me." Pride perhalps, kept you from salvation. Shame perhaps, hindered you from peace of mind. These people, they can't help you, maybe they can, but you can't be sure. The insecurities that engulf you is too overwhelming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything gets jammed in a point. It's a stagnant situation where the listener tires to open the door but you slam it back at his or her face. You cant see what's outside, and he or she doesn't know what's on the other side of the door. Very common eh in a world where interaction is highly enforced????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3841575736970149528?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3841575736970149528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-tripped-over-my-thoughts-and-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3841575736970149528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3841575736970149528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-tripped-over-my-thoughts-and-it.html' title='I tripped over my thoughts and it became....a yoghurt??'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/S5NEPVqXovI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBO8H0O0tws/s72-c/try7kj,yi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5029948126445889992</id><published>2010-02-03T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:36:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS AS AS ASub??</title><content type='html'>It's that time again to tell the whole world how much i suck in my exam. Yes, that's a thing to be ashamed off, cuz you're a student, your job is to study and get good grades. The others will be of less significant than this main job. CIE results came out, thank god no resits. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology (P1, P2, P3) : ABB (A overall)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle and a tragedy as well. For this subject, i had no midnight memories. (I.e opening classical music and pretending to conduct ==''). For this subject, i finish my homework pucntually almost 98% of the time. For this subject, i broke my own bedtime record: 5am in the morning, and woke up 7am in the morningh. Hence, the hard earned LOW A Grade. Walao. It's a miracle though, usually, when ppl screw up their paper 2, it's screwed, but haha, i "HENG Tau" lerh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry : ABA (A Overall)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, this one, kao tao to Mr.Lai. Back in SPM level, i only studied two days before the exams and i went into the exam hall with full confidence i could get A1. Now, i did so much work, so much practicals, to get such a shakey feeling for my test. Never felt so bad about chemistry b4, he said i was OK, even good, but i didnt feel that way, no confidence man when i walked in. Haiz. But the results were good, thank the lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now those were the only good ones i got. Met my uni requirements (halfway). PHEW!!!!! Seriously. Now, the scary, the depressing, the dissapointed, and the outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics : Duunoo, didnt bother, cuz i got a C overall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS SUBJECT. End of story. The teacher......................haiz.......sama-sama. I couldn't finish half the paper, and this is what i got. But i don't need it for Uni, all my conditional offers are AAB, only 3 subjects, with emphasis on Biology and Chemistry. So Tada, as I am blogging today i should tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST DAY OF MY PHYSICS-DROPPED LIFE!!! WOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything seems alright. So nice so peaceful. Too peaceful in fact. You're expecting something more explosive. But the great depression comes and strikes you not in one forceful bash but slow flowing endless strucks. It came, and keeps coming. The peace before the storm. It's worse than the storm i tell ya. You dont know what to expect, you know you'll get hurt, you know there's a chance you might not triumph even if you need it so much. Yeah, you sentimental people call it growing up. I seriously hope so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The anticipation, the longing, the waiting, and eventually the dissapointment. You wonder, you're in school and things are not that well already, what about the world? The world with fake laughs and treachery. Nah, things are going to be fine, it's called balance. See, peace and storm. BALANCED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5029948126445889992?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5029948126445889992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-as-as-asub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5029948126445889992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5029948126445889992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-as-as-asub.html' title='AS AS AS ASub??'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-7729238886289202839</id><published>2010-01-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:45:51.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the End of Kam-Bu-Ri-zhi *long ago post*</title><content type='html'>*So, now that i've been turned down by cambridge, maybe i can reveal to the whole world how vicious it can be, miahahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is a long-ago post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRhD6GuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IoC15GK7qEs/s1600-h/drfne5u.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396544973261642658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRhD6GuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IoC15GK7qEs/s320/drfne5u.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it's over, finally, everything is done!! No more wednesday oxbridge meetings, no more personal statements, no more reading up extra materials on natural selection, no more mock interviews, no more written exams, my cambridge interview had passed and TSA's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, most of us had to go all the way to Sunway College to take either the TSA or LNAT (well, for my case it's TSA). We reached there early thus, had our lunch before going to the test hall.Yeah, so there were many studious looking people (what do you expect from die-hard cambridge candidates?) around who wore shirtsand slacks for a written test! Pretty weird i think, i mean, aren't you suppose to be in comfortable clothes for this? Of course, there's this scenario of keen parents comforting and "encouraging"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRiEyBSUWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XGSFtUfh4L4/s1600-h/gfjnghk,jgkl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396546087782863202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRiEyBSUWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XGSFtUfh4L4/s320/gfjnghk,jgkl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; their child who make sure the invigilators pay special attention to their child's "special" needs ( i pity those kids). lol, then in we went. It kills. It's slightyly worse than SAT in a sense that some of the SAT questions are just grammer base and vocab base whereas TSA is all thinking based. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRhlcbJ_DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KUn3MZRoXR0/s1600-h/z200572128.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, i had no choice but to choose this, the last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) why do plants not have brains???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, if i had more options, i'd never do this. You need to understand the brain more than the plants, and we're just getting into homoestasis in A2. It wasn't even like an essay, i just gave a very GP-ish kinda opening, stating the difference between plants and animal activities. As i was about to start my essay, Shit, oni 15 minutes left, so it sorta became an SPM literature style answer, point plus only 2 elaboration. I just blabbed what i knew, about hormones, about involunteery movement, about it's inability to move............so on. Phew, it's over, after i put my pens down, off to Sunway pyramid to buy some supplies, hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my interview's on the 22nd at Taylor's. Dr.V. Navaratnam, who's a Medic professor from Christ College,Cambridge was ,y interviewer. Before this, i did search for his info from a person's blog : "Laid back and friendly" he said. MY FOOT ARH!!! I was dressed nicely, and he called me, " Miss Yong Luok Wen???" "Yes, Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Good Afternoon Dr.Navaratnam, I'm Yong Luok Wen.&lt;br /&gt;Dr : GOod afternoon too, please take your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he asked all the financial stuff, then he started firing scientific questions like nobody's business.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRilC9HKOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/UC41Pdxcl24/s1600-h/tru56i98.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396546642084571362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRilC9HKOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/UC41Pdxcl24/s320/tru56i98.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing about why i wanna go to cambridge, nothing about why i want my course, yes, NOTHING ABOUT ME, it's all about science. From then, it became a scientific argument, he was damn initidmidating i tell ya. I tried to smile, but he didn't, so it sorta faded away as i felt like an idiot. He asked about the Natural Selection, attacking everything i said, and asked me to explain the Cambrian explosion, thus attacking me again. The worst was the appendix ( why did i have to put that information into my personal statement *curse curse curse), since he's a medic professor, he kept attacking me back for my points which said that appendix was pretty much useless to us now. He gave a shocking information which kinda shoook me, urgh. Then it got harder and harder to fight back. Then, he made me battle with him about immunology. WTH!!! DUDE, I AM NOT APPLYING FOR MEDICINE!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!! WHY THE HELL DO YOU WAN ME TO KNOW ABOUT ANTIBODIES??? It was my worst understood topic in the whole AS Bio text book, and he had to ask me in depht. ARGH!!!! The he moved to A2, made me explain photosynthesis, loading process of surcrose. AH, this i have to thank Pn Wee man. After talking about plant's movement and photosynthesis he asked, how to plants actually grow towards light? Blank .........blank......."please let me think for a while sir" "OKK".................AHHHHAAAAA!!!! AUXINS!!!! I explained to him and he actually looked impressed this time. HEHEHEHEHEHE. The following was much better. He made me explain our Bridge and how it works, and at last, chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is polyethene?" AHAHAHAHAHA. SO DAMN FREAKING EASY MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKKAKAKA!!!!! I drew it out for him and had total confidance that it's correct!!!!!!!!! WOO-HOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then, he gave me a bit of time to ask questions, but i oni manage to ask one, as time was out. OH MAN, note to people, when you go for cambridge onterviews, you dont do anything special, you dont have to be will smith in "in pursuit of happyness" and wow the people with moving words, no special teary heart pouring moments. JUST BE A WALKING ENCYCLOPEDIA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRjYJG_3KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qyAQjPmdh1k/s1600-h/z184719182.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396547519909977250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRjYJG_3KI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qyAQjPmdh1k/s320/z184719182.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was it, and now, USA application............................in progresss. URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Besides the whole traumatizing experience, i got a conditional offer from UCL for AAB, whoo-hhoo! the Joy of being accepted! Whoo-hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-7729238886289202839?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7729238886289202839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/cambridge-applications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7729238886289202839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7729238886289202839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/cambridge-applications.html' title='It&apos;s the End of Kam-Bu-Ri-zhi *long ago post*'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SuRhD6GuG6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IoC15GK7qEs/s72-c/drfne5u.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3233477448401615992</id><published>2010-01-08T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:47:43.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POkyo~~~~ 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2008 was disastrous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 was difficult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010...........tranquil??? (please please please, and prays hard!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post should've came 9 days earlier i suppose but screw them. OK, so a new year is here, and it's gonna END ALL MY INTERNAL TURMOIL THAT HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR YEARS i tell ya YEARS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will finally know which university i am going too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form 4&lt;/strong&gt; : Started to search for any potential unversities in USA without knowing what the admssions sites are talking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form 5&lt;/strong&gt; : Got super super worried over SATs, TOEFLs, and 2009 admission(didn't make it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lower 6&lt;/strong&gt; : Starting to apply due to time constriction, didn't know much that was going on, just thought it wasn't as complicated as how the admission sites make it appear. (For the UK case, US case is just as tedious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upper 6&lt;/strong&gt; : Got a few schools from UK, now USA.......that i really dunno........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yup, so now that Cambridge decided to push me aside during the beginning of the new year ( you shall regret, muahahahah), still waiting for US unis. Back then, i wanted to apply for about 10, yeah, but as i sat down going through all the essays i have to write, urgh..........more than 5 would really kill me man............................So, by March/April i should know most of my USA schools and August confirm my UK schools. Hope everything goes well, then i'll have to start thinking of stuff like part time jobs, money....money......and still money.....= =''' *currently am very interested with online business...hmmmmm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OK enough with the Uni Stuff. So, 2009 wasn't the most pleasant year. Lotsa self discovery, lotsa failure and rejection to face, lotsa ugly truth and worldly truth unfold, but one shall not dwell on the bad, as what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Honestly, i wasn't really used to KTJ in the beginning, everything was so out of place, human culture was so different, learning experience was tough, but i met many nice people which i will state a few here. *Yes amelia, if you're reading this, i am copying your post idea, miahahahah*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Amalina&lt;/strong&gt; : My very 1st roomate!!! I know you probably wont read this blog, but being roomies with you was really great!!! You will be missed!!!!! We dont share a lot of class or activities together, but our time in the room was fantastic, and thanks for the token of remembrance you gave, i will finish the story about you in Rafaaj Uknut, hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia&lt;/strong&gt; : Ahaha, my study partner. the 1st Impression you have and the 2nd mia is totally different i tell ya. 1st impression : Strict, Stoic, Quiet and a bit angkuh, bluek, haha, but then 2nd imperssion: Manja!!! PLayful!!! Crazy!!! But safe to say you still have that eldest-child quality in you, so we do share a lot of common thoughts!! hehe. Dont be so easily influenced larh, YORH, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xin Yi&lt;/strong&gt; : Hehe, 2nd roomie. Very different from 1st rommie. MESSY LIKE HELL, I ALSO CANT FIGHT YOU AR, SALUTE!!!! You know, sometimes in front of many people you seem mature, but i know you arrrr, you macam kanak-kanak larh, damn naive summore, hehe. Your medicine box arrr, state-of-the-art man, nak ape ape pun ade. haha. Eat properly arrr, always here pain there pain, hehe. And arh, have more confidence larh sometimes, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Hui&lt;/strong&gt; : Otaku-ing partner!!! Dont need to say more dy.Ahahahaa. Badminton Queen arh. Haha, but must work hard arrr, as much as even i dun like to admit it, you're not applying for badminto-logy for your uni course, so draw your pics arrr. Hehe. Honto ni Kawaii!!!! hehe. But ehehehe, i know you are a bit kia su at times, especially when it comes to sports and competition. Yoohoo!!!! Have to be strong !!! but lotsa people will be there for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alysha&lt;/strong&gt; : Ahhhhaa!!! We share so many common interest although we're from rival schools back in Melaka. Together, we canbe the greatest geek/nerd/feminist duo ever, in future i suppose!!! but of course, you're more composed, i am crazier!! Hehe. It's nice to know someone you can talk to about your crazy ideas for hours and hours without being regarded as a loony. HEHE!!! GO GIRL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadhirah&lt;/strong&gt; : Fuiyoh, Si prefect ni!!!! Best term to descirbe : Super woman. Ini pun boleh buat, itu pun boleh buat, ahaha. Super jolly and sporting, but you arrrr, sumtimes too STUBBORN larh, ahahahahaha. BUt YOu know, you're fun!!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course there are more larh, hehe, like Edvin and Kinn Weng (my BROs arrr), hehe, and there's TJ, Elstan, Sam (gal and boy mia, eheh), Frafra, Raya, Shereen, Ha Ha, ........KTJ is nice! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entering Year 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A new year, New resolution, new challenge and all has arrived. Bygones will be bygones now, and all will be better i hope, as this year, i shall : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;a) Work towards being a better person, yup, no more stupid actions which i will regret in future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;b) MOTIVATE myself no matter what, things are gonna be tough in the first half of the year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Currently, i'll work on that. i suppose. Taking baby steps is much easier than chunking down the whole package, too overwhelming. Alas, this post is too long, gonna stop! OHOI!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3233477448401615992?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3233477448401615992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/01/pokyo-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3233477448401615992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3233477448401615992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2010/01/pokyo-2010.html' title='POkyo~~~~ 2010!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-9047586505826269828</id><published>2009-12-25T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T04:13:29.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SzSjJOeCOuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z-pUlfYLN2g/s1600-h/tdjxfy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419135630531771106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SzSjJOeCOuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z-pUlfYLN2g/s320/tdjxfy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ho Ho Ho ho HO!! Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tis the season to be jolly, but i forgot to put up the xmas tree. Of course, got blamed but just dont feel like doing it this year. Heck, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fossil Kung Fu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A skill where one lies down or sits down still for a duration of time and space out til one falls asleep..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;has become stronger and stronger, LOL, just dont feel like doing anything. So, it's christmas today, after getting some breakfast at Toast &amp;amp; Toast and went to visit Grandpa for awhile, i stayed back home. Yup, even mum asked me what happened to my social life. I went out two days in a row before christmas and she keeps calling me to ask when i am going home, and now she wants me out, uuuuhhhhhhh........blur.............................Anyway, after i got home, i slept.......SLEPT!!!! TIDUR TAU!!!! OMG!!!!! WHO SLEEPS IN THE NOON TIL 2.30!!!!! LOL. And the best of all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The phone line is dead as soon as i woke up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, so before i snooze off i decided to try out the internet functions on my phone, and HEY!!!! IT ACTUALLY WORKED for the first time!!!!!!! Ahahaha, 'course, i forgot that it was actually charged and used like hell before i slept, pffft. Of all days, the phone company just had to be so "hardworking" today......urgh. So, to people i havent sent any msgs, Merry Chirstmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nad Nad : Sorry i havent replied to your msgs, but Merry Chirstmas!!! HEHEHHE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SzSowB4WYSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aMUP0-DuimI/s1600-h/the+cat+returns.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419141794725519650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SzSowB4WYSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aMUP0-DuimI/s320/the+cat+returns.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, i woke up and decided to watch some Ghibli movies, ah the good old Ghiblis. This time was The Cat Returns. Nope, no summaries. Hehe. I didn't like this movie earlier on as it was the traditional kind of Ghibli ones, but then later on, got used to it, and arh. Good. Yeah, the guy (A cat) is freaking chun. BETUL!!!! Anyone who watches this show would agree with me. The Baron rocks man! ahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seriously, i love children literature man. Nah, Jean Ure is fine, but i dont mean those. Examples : harry Potter, city of dreaming books, howl's moving castle, and many more which i've forgotten the title. I mean, yeah, it's always about adventure, nobodies becoming a somebody, magic, pixie, evil grinch and stuff but it's so gripping. As flip through the pages i can always imagine the main character holding a torch and walking up a dark windy staircase of a gothic tower. Then a tiny of myesterious little creature with frightened gaze would peek through towers of books and question the guy/girl. There's always something forbidden, secret passages, and legends with prophecies. Ah, it's just so cute. The language they use are just as magical as well, very clever but the words seemed so frightened as well. It's just so cute! Man, HEY, READ THIS PEOPLE, YOU"LL KNOW WHAT TO GET ME FOR A PRESENT FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS,LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, it's almost the end of the year, OMG! January, the month of anticipation!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-9047586505826269828?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9047586505826269828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9047586505826269828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9047586505826269828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SzSjJOeCOuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Z-pUlfYLN2g/s72-c/tdjxfy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3113327889142361277</id><published>2009-12-19T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:37:28.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SyycORnr8lI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nWMM5NvONiU/s1600-h/lug;igp;yv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416876220881826386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SyycORnr8lI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nWMM5NvONiU/s320/lug%3Bigp%3Byv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aha, so far, it's going to be a semi-unproductive break again. I just finished a bit of C2 and dont even mention about the rest. Still got Alia discussions to do and who will wanna do AS physics revision. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a bit special, instead of going anywhere else, went to Kuantan. Yup!!! We stayed ( yup, the family...) at the Hyatt. The room's are a tinsy bit dissapointing, but we got the sea view, isn't it great? Hah, photos are all in ma phone, eeesh, can't load'em into the comp for various reasons some of which is related to me not being a MIT student yet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of schools, HELL YEAH!!!! Got Imperial College!!!! EHHEeee, Might have a chance to bug sensei next year, if he's still there, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the past only serves as a fond memory but dissapointing reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to move forward, and never turn back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3113327889142361277?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3113327889142361277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/aha-so-far-its-going-to-be-semi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3113327889142361277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3113327889142361277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/aha-so-far-its-going-to-be-semi.html' title=''/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SyycORnr8lI/AAAAAAAAAQo/nWMM5NvONiU/s72-c/lug%3Bigp%3Byv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-7811136775257483398</id><published>2009-12-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:33:52.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MBTI 職業性格測試報告</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://8word.net/test/mbti/test.htm"&gt;MBTI 職業性格測試報告&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分析：您的性格類型是「ISFJ」( 照顧型 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉靜，友善，有責任感和謹慎。能堅定不移地承擔責任。做事貫徹始終、不辭勞苦和準T無誤。忠誠，替人著想，細心；往往記著他所重視的人的種種微小事情，關心別人的感受。努力創造一個有秩序、和諧的工作和家居 環境。 ISFJ型的人忠誠、有奉獻精神和同情心，理解別人的感受。他們意志清醒而有責任心，樂於為人所需。 ISFJ型的人十分務實，他們喜歡平和謙遜的人。他們喜歡利用大量的事實情況，對於細節則有很強的記力。他們耐心地 對待任務的整個階段，喜歡事情能夠清晰明確。 ISFJ型的人具有強烈的職業道德，所以他們如果知道自己的行為真正有用時，會對需要完成之事承擔責任。他們準確系統地完成任務。他們具有傳統的價值觀，十分保守。他 們利用符合實際的判斷標準做決定，通過出色的注重實際的態度增加了穩定性。 ISFJ型的人平和謙虛、勤奮嚴肅。他們溫和、圓通，支持朋友和同伴。他們樂於協助別人，喜歡實際可行地幫助他人。他們利用個人熱情與人 交往，在困難中與他人和睦相處。ISFJ型的人不喜歡表達個人情感，但實際上對於大多數的情況和事件都具有強烈的個人反應。他們關心、保護朋友，願意為朋友獻身，他們有為他人服務的意識，願意完成他們的責任和義 務。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;您適合的領域有：醫護領域、消費類商業、服務業領域&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;您適合的職業有：&lt;br /&gt;內科醫生&lt;br /&gt;營養師&lt;br /&gt;圖書/檔案管理員&lt;br /&gt;室內裝潢設計師&lt;br /&gt;顧客服務代表&lt;br /&gt;記賬員&lt;br /&gt;特殊教育教師&lt;br /&gt;酒店管理&lt;br /&gt;人事管理人員&lt;br /&gt;電腦操作員&lt;br /&gt;信貸顧問&lt;br /&gt;零售業主&lt;br /&gt;房地產代理或經紀人&lt;br /&gt;藝術人員&lt;br /&gt;商品規劃師&lt;br /&gt;語言病理學者&lt;br /&gt;審計師&lt;br /&gt;會計&lt;br /&gt;財務經理&lt;br /&gt;辦公室行政管理&lt;br /&gt;後勤和供應管理&lt;br /&gt;中層經理&lt;br /&gt;公務（法律、稅務）執行人員&lt;br /&gt;銀行信貸員&lt;br /&gt;成本估價師&lt;br /&gt;保險精算師&lt;br /&gt;稅務經紀人&lt;br /&gt;稅務檢查員&lt;br /&gt;機械、電氣工程師&lt;br /&gt;計算機程式設計師&lt;br /&gt;資料庫管理員&lt;br /&gt;地質氣象學家&lt;br /&gt;法律研究者&lt;br /&gt;律師&lt;br /&gt;外科醫生&lt;br /&gt;藥劑師&lt;br /&gt;實驗室技術人員&lt;br /&gt;牙科醫生&lt;br /&gt;醫學研究員&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-7811136775257483398?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7811136775257483398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/mbti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7811136775257483398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7811136775257483398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/mbti.html' title='MBTI 職業性格測試報告'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-373077587204998925</id><published>2009-12-05T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:14:39.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtT0AapRTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Al5ZaZCG-cw/s1600-h/z74939628.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412011530145842482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtT0AapRTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Al5ZaZCG-cw/s320/z74939628.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Round 27th i guess (OK,maybe it's friday, during Hari raya Haji). Amelia, Lee Hui and I went to KLCC. Yup, it's been a long long time since i've been up there. I was sorta havig a bad cough but I DONT CARE!!! I WANNA ENJOY!!! The thing is, i like going to KLCC. I seriously miss Kinokuniya. In the morning, Xin Yi and WY dropped us off in the Batang Benar Commuter station. Then off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great news, i sorta got "molested" by a kind old lady, geez.....Halfway there, and old lady went off. Maybe we were nice and smiled perhaps? She sort of pushed us (to be precise, pushed my post-pregnant-sized butt) to the empty sit she sat on earlier and told us to take a sit. Urgh, maybe she was short................ish.........It's an old granny anyway, if it was a guy, i'll punch his lights out man. Haha, the rest of the journey was nice til we reached KL entral. Haha, couldn't take it anymore, we just hired a taxi to take us to KLCC from there on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtW0uw2oSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8mSfqflw8SU/s1600-h/z85496983.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412014841121906978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtW0uw2oSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8mSfqflw8SU/s320/z85496983.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we watched New Moon, bought some hair-thingy, got Lee Hui some shoes (awesome BATA ones, lol) ate pizza. Seriously, and honestly, we really wasted a total of RM36 on New Moon. To all the fans out there, sorry i gotta be honest. The movie seriously sucks. I dont like Bella (acting wise and personality wise), i dont like the music, the only thing i liked about the movie was victoria and the werewolves, tada. Heck, i even find Edward terrible too, nah, he's better off as Cedric Diggory, dunno why, lol. Well, i didn't even like this book in the beginning, no point complaining too much. Haha. Before the movie, we stayed in Chameleon for a while. OMG!!! I think they have really nice hair thingy-s man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtXIwHabwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SSi1zNQTzBY/s1600-h/z198684847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412015185082347266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtXIwHabwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SSi1zNQTzBY/s320/z198684847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really love Kinokuniya. It's my sanctuary. This trip was actually quite satisfying. I got rather broke sad to say, but who cares. I got used to going to the Chinese Section before the English ones. Somehow i like the arrangement of the Chinese section better. It's really easy to find good books. So, i got there, got 2 semi-comic/illustration book. Haha, then got to the literature section. A few caught my eyes, but those two were awefully striking. Un Lun Dun by China Meville, and The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers. Yeah, sometimes chinese book critics have the tendency of exaggerating the content of the book, but yeah, i like it. Gives me information on the book. This time, i actually got to find the ones in English version, well, at least for Moers' book. Un Lun Dun wasn't available, too bad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like books on fantasy and adventure. Seriously, Harry Potter, Pendragon's all fine but if you actually search for the more miscelaneous names there are some better ones. Well, adventure stories with a fine touch of literature and maybe amateur philosophy, that's the best genre, two thumbs up man! Now, stories on books are even more tempting, i just dont know why. Marc Zusak's Book thief really gripped me, thus, we'll see how much magic does Bookholm have. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting can be a long long process&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end, is patience worth it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or just a waste or time?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-373077587204998925?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/373077587204998925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-klcc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/373077587204998925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/373077587204998925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-klcc.html' title='Off to KLCC'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxtT0AapRTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Al5ZaZCG-cw/s72-c/z74939628.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3117215741663932913</id><published>2009-12-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:11:07.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of relaxation (til the next term begins..)</title><content type='html'>YAY!!! Term break's finally here. Trust me, i love being in KTJ, it's really like a slumber party every night. When we're in the art centre, everything's kinda laid-back as we were all 6th formers, 24 hours access to the internet, lockable doors, room hopping, ultra cool common room. Arr, those were the days man. Everynight, after 2nd prep, mee sedap with amelia, lee hui or xin yi, or music vidoes with Raya, Farah, and Janani, man!!!! I am so gonna miss it. Of course, plus the not so glorious bio prepping til 4~5 in the morning, UC application for 12 hours straight, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all the U6 in Arts Centre, and of course Nad from Irinah is moving to Alia, the new girl's boarding house. Well, Ms.Marcel's our housemistress!!! hehe, her kittens will be coming to us, and Ms.Rajni and Ms.Esmeralda's gonna be house tutor, banzai! I can ask about Mechanics!! Woohoo!!! Well, i agree with Ms. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxjWbZRCXtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7M98TIJnQ08/s1600-h/z200571571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411310718412807890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxjWbZRCXtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7M98TIJnQ08/s320/z200571571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marcel that our house doesn't have the cleverest design, but it's still cool. WE EVEN HAVE A ROOFTOP just like those in anime schools, but off limit pula~~ ...nvm....and this is the very first time i have a room of my own. MY OWN!!!! muahahahaha. So, we're the red phoenixes (sometimes i do hope, a lil, juz a lil, that's we're the grypphin, so we can be gryphindors, eheh, but phoenix is cool!), Irinah's the strict house, Jawahir's the loud house, we're the ?????? house? We'll see how everything turns out,hehe. Now, i dont now if i should call this the worst part or the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;House Captain : Yong Luok Wen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice House Captain : Janani Nakulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yeah, you understand don't cha? Yup............now you comment on that, all i can say is, "GANBARIMASU!!! WARATE!!!! AKIRA DAME!!!! We'll have fun!!!!" WOOT! Hehe. In case any Alians ( Alia-yan??) are reading this, yup, no housism, no bully, we've cut down many rules, please obey the rather few exsiting ones and all will be well in our world...phew...heh.....I can't say i am totally pressure-less, so, ....pray hard that all goes well and everyones happy and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hah, i'll post more later about our trip to KLCC soon, cheers!&lt;br /&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/3431863901194551543-3117215741663932913?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3117215741663932913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-relaxation-til-next-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3117215741663932913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3117215741663932913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-of-relaxation-til-next-term.html' title='The start of relaxation (til the next term begins..)'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SxjWbZRCXtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7M98TIJnQ08/s72-c/z200571571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-4072221236739902042</id><published>2009-11-26T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:10:09.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The B**tch</title><content type='html'>Now allow me to express the wannabe side of myself. Immature? We'll deal with that later. So, i've encountered nice people, good people, idiotic people and even weird people. So many kinds of people. Of course, there's the biatch too. Well,til now, i've seen many people whom i assume to be semi-evil turn out alright. But the biatch??? Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He/She gossips like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, she's an A-lister in this field. Other biatches bitches with (and behind) he/her. Weird thing is, he/she hates gossipers and backstabbers, weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Boy-crazy much?&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more? Apparently, no boy/girl means hell, heck, even 2 at the same time doesnt fill her schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sex, Drug, Tobacco, Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Hard core case man, haven't met one like that. Maybe i did, can't tell right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Popularity&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now this one is confusing. People want her around for but hates her????? So macam mana arrrr? Well, she thinks she's popular, we'll just leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Same poles apparently dont attract&lt;br /&gt;Aha, a beauty in front of the opposite sex but a beast in front of people of the same kind? Eh? Now, i hope it's purely biological of physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Tin kosong berbunyi&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation : The empty tin sounds. Not enough water in you bucket biacth? Fill it, dont spill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Labels labels labels&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i get the same shorts with the same quality and looks for half the price the ones you got k, mind studying some econs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Dirtiness: OK mentally, NONO physically&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wonder how their corrupted brains still manage to function to give a response when it comes to hard and dirty physical work? "OMG,EEWWW, i can't do that, somebody do that for me.." bluek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, for all i know, i may be the bitch i was just talking about, bluek ;-P. Do comment ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Back to my normal self now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two weeks before term break. I dont wanna do bio, no maths please, and no more UNi apps, screw all of them, we should all be farmers and plant our vegetables. See, we wake up, plant vegetables, eat them, then sleep, and the day goes on. Well, some books would be nice too. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, gonna go Kinokuniya tomorrow. So to me, yeah, being in KTJ doesn't feel like being in a jail, but i just feel like going out. True, KLCC doesn't seem to be the place to get the most reasonably-priced stuff around, especially for a student. But hey, there's Kinukuniya. Compared to others, Times Square and Sungei Wang are so filled with lala-gas. One Utama fine but the shops are all over the place. I like the Curve, but it's too far. Ikea's only good for furniture. Well, so there's KLCC. Ya know, if you know your way, you'd actually find good stuff there, sorry, i am rather picky when it comes to my possessions. If money is involved, it's either good stuff and no stuff. Now, i'd only buy dirt-cheap stuff if i think the quality is good. No more made-in-China C-grade stuff. I'd rather get home from the mall with a RM50 book then a whole pile of junk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see me in melaka really soon. hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-4072221236739902042?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4072221236739902042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/11/btch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4072221236739902042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4072221236739902042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/11/btch.html' title='The B**tch'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-10017057571942436</id><published>2009-11-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:58:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*clash clash....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it fall into pieces, &lt;br /&gt;But can you do anything aboout it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;NO remedies no repair job. &lt;br /&gt;It's done, It's over&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can always stitch it though&lt;br /&gt;But i shudder at the sight of it&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same as it was before&lt;br /&gt;You can always comfort yourself that there's tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But 2nd time, eek&lt;br /&gt;doesn't sound as good as the 1st&lt;br /&gt;It's awful&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over it&lt;br /&gt;But gimme sometime..........&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;AS Chem and Phy............you gave me inspiration for this post........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-10017057571942436?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/10017057571942436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/11/clash-clash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/10017057571942436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/10017057571942436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/11/clash-clash.html' title=''/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2173960806525634068</id><published>2009-10-27T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:57:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To : aperson</title><content type='html'>OK, you've sorta knocked some senses into me, thanks a lot!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to take down the post about the whole cambridge thing til it's appropriate to show ppl again, wakaak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-2173960806525634068?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2173960806525634068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-aperson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2173960806525634068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2173960806525634068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-aperson.html' title='To : aperson'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1312856951737257786</id><published>2009-10-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:56:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my believes, be it stupid or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/StqYeiy80uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ah8DLYv5ejU/s1600-h/z200571119.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393791154233594594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/StqYeiy80uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ah8DLYv5ejU/s320/z200571119.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i really dislike when people laugh at me for being a goody two shoe. Well, sorry that i like following rules and being nice, it makes me feel good ok. What the hell is wrong about that huh? Fine, i do bitch a bit with my sis occasionally, but ask people around, i am practically too damn soft. I hate telling off people, i hate not forgiving people, (yeah, now you know the hell i went through when i was a prefect.).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might be true, adults have been telling me to be realistic. Turn to channel E or whatever entertainment shows now eg. gossip girl, it's all about being fierce, beatiful, powerful and mean. It's all about standing and pushing yourself to the top. It's about showing people what you've got. It's all about the opposite sex. Yeah, and they call it reality, because everyone wants it to be that way. If you're nice, you're out. If you don't join the flow, you are disqualified. If you're slow, you are dead. A few years ago fighting for all these seem sensible to me, afterall it's about surviving with pride. Somehow through out the years, it seems so pointless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with being a weirdo? It makes me different, no one can define me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with wanting to help people even if they're your enemies? Doesn't it make you feel good after knowing you're able to forgive and forget?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with people gaining a bit of advantage over you? Does it actually hurt that much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with not wanting to earn gazillion dollars? I will give money to my parents no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's wrong with being hurt abit? What doesnt kill you only makes you stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i totally disagree with what people around tell me. They did it for a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Stqf35BREvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hCwn5pdzsh8/s1600-h/z184718476.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393799286277346034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Stqf35BREvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hCwn5pdzsh8/s320/z184718476.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good reason, but i have my believes. I refuse to be beaten by reality before i even have a real taste of it. Call me bratty or call me naive, before i am dead i will stand strong. I will have a tough ride, but tht's the future and it's still none of my business. For now, i have my believes, be it stupid or not, i will follow them before anything changes my mind. I will continue to believe that you can survive by being kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1312856951737257786?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1312856951737257786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-my-believes-be-it-stupid-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1312856951737257786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1312856951737257786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-my-believes-be-it-stupid-or-not.html' title='I have my believes, be it stupid or not'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/StqYeiy80uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ah8DLYv5ejU/s72-c/z200571119.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-7804412320959926507</id><published>2009-09-24T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T05:57:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrtsVms6DRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FggIZBcsFI/s1600-h/gfdjgufkihl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385016897873513746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrtsVms6DRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FggIZBcsFI/s320/gfdjgufkihl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO NOT BE SURPRISED IF YOU FIND ME SITTIGN IN AN ASYLUM ONE DAY BITING MY HAIR OFF!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YESS, I AM STARTING TO BELIEVE I"LL BE IN THAT PLACE ONE DAY!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YES, I AM SORRY THAT I DO PROCRASTINATE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT URGH!!!! SPARE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-7804412320959926507?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7804412320959926507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7804412320959926507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7804412320959926507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html' title='STRESS!!!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrtsVms6DRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1FggIZBcsFI/s72-c/gfdjgufkihl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1151442070149894335</id><published>2009-09-23T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:06:29.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd term in the Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnV5yeQDQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kAQ4eDrLN1M/s1600-h/z128211212.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384570018276052226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnV5yeQDQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kAQ4eDrLN1M/s320/z128211212.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd term started, and i'm not looking forward to it at all. Yeap, we're upper sixers, WE RULE!!! (not exactly, unless you're part of the board of directors..) It also means the start of A2 courses (oxidative phosphorylation????), EXAMS!!!(the real thing), SATs (THE HORROR!!!), and university application. I used to thought primary school sucks, now i REALLY wish to go back to those times. Here goes. Ever since i moved to the Arts Centre, i've never sleep at 11.30 like i used to, it's always 2~3 plus, or worst, i tried 5am once. Preps bad enough, but you know when girls get together when there are no tight rules~~. Dont get me started on Cambridge, i do not know why i even bothered to apply cuz i know i will never get a chance to get in seeing how competant all the other applicants are. It took me so much time, so many dead cells, but in the end????? IT'S ALL GONNA GO TO WASTE CUZ I KNOW I AM NEVER GONNA GET IT!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!! The paper application was damn troublesome, as i was about to finish the application, someone had to disctract me and talk to me (HKW you better read this!!!) and made me fill the whole thing again cuz we need to make in flawless for cambridge as no one will undertsand why i wanna study "3 branches" instead of "3 branches of science". Oh, and to top everything of, on OCTOBER itself, i have to sit for SATs, Thinking Skill Assessment (dang natural sciences!) and AS papers, how cool is that? I feel so unmotivated now, i just dun wanna do ANYTHING!!!!! URGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnVD5fzcvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/npxgRjhK3GE/s1600-h/hs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384569092448678642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnVD5fzcvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/npxgRjhK3GE/s320/hs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Top 4 : Alysha, Nadhirah, Elstan, Tj) (Bottom 4 : Ho, Not me, Xin Yi, Lee hui) (Odd guy : Edvin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnU5t0zdLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YZIK2S8Cjm4/s1600-h/house+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384568917516842162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnU5t0zdLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YZIK2S8Cjm4/s320/house+singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xin Yi, Not me, Lee Hui, Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, besides that, lifes been good, cant give too much details in case any teacher happens to stumble across this blog, miahaha. Though Mr.Suresh wont be teaching us GP anymore (You'll regret this SIR!!!!) but Ms Sarah's nice!! She'll love us in no time, hehe. I didnt really get myself involved in house singing but i sang (it counts right) haha. Jawahir finally broke the 3rd-place curse and got 2nd!!! MIAHAHA!!!! GENTING TRIP for HOUSE NIGHT NEXT TERM!!!! Hah, cant wait to get my hands on the videos! Personally, i thought Imran was the best, the performance was spectecular, but Irinah got first, they were good too! Aww, but too bad for Imran man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnVKpCCVwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Na-pq2nLPzs/s1600-h/SHDHDHF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384569208287942402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnVKpCCVwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Na-pq2nLPzs/s320/SHDHDHF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.I.S BOD : Shereen, Xin Yi, Alysha, Lee Hui, Sulistya, Yong, Amelia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the best thing (should be, or worst?) would be the START AND BORN OS THE SCIENCE INVENTION SOCIETY!!! Yeah!!!! Back in NDC, due to prefect duties, didnt really had the chance to do this, now, it's DONE!!! We're organised a science based club in KTJ!!! it's rather new, and our frogs sorta died b4 it got dissected (AFTER RAYA!!!!) but we did the coke experiment! ehehe!!!! Haha, honestly, discussing about meeting agendas is horrible, (note to self: never start a club like this anymore, join one....), but overall, let the club grow please!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1151442070149894335?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1151442070149894335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-term-in-jail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1151442070149894335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1151442070149894335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-term-in-jail.html' title='3rd term in the Jail'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SrnV5yeQDQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kAQ4eDrLN1M/s72-c/z128211212.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-474827098990504773</id><published>2009-08-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:34:13.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outward Bound Service at Lumut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sn5Uia6aopI/AAAAAAAAANg/Aj6JQA0MssY/s1600-h/5291_1164790809862_1530642130_30436834_2330157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367820756188832402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sn5Uia6aopI/AAAAAAAAANg/Aj6JQA0MssY/s400/5291_1164790809862_1530642130_30436834_2330157_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top from left to right : Gary, Shih Yu, Hamid, Raja,Jian Ming,Elstan,Iskandar,Haziq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bottom : Shereen, Watashi,Ashley, Frafra~ ,Kala, Sarina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Formation : Hamid, Jian Ming (Parang man, macho mia, 1st to die mia), Raja (1st Navigator), Iskandar(Captain), Haziq(1st Pacer), Kala, Ashley, Fara,Sarina, Gary, (Iron man and lady), Shereen (2nd Pacer)Shih Yu, Elstan (2 navigator and 1st sweeper), Yong(2nd sweeper, useless mia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIS IS BEREMBAN WATCH!!!!! AND I MISS ALL OF THEM SO SO SO MUCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so i guess it's time to actually feed my blog with something, havent had the feeling to blog for such a long time, weird how it came back right after i came back from Kemaman, woot! Many has happened in term 2, trust me, i would've posted at least 10 posts if it wasn't for anime watching and homework, lol. BUT THISS!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!! I just wanna tell the world...if people of the world actually reads my blog....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;A month had passed since OBS (4th July til 14th July), but OMG!!!!!! I cant forget the time we spent together man! When i came back from OBS,of course, something really sad happened to my family, that sorta got me distracted for a while, then later on during the "summer holidays" (lol), i miss BEREMBAN FREAKIN MUCH MAN!!!! The times we spent together, teasing eachother, sleeping under the star toegether, swimming in the sea together, ARGH!!!! So, please allow me a start a grandma-ish story here, lol, and hopefully sane people out there will never understand why i enjoy this semi-torture camp. (Yup, semi, though Discipline Camp's not as physically demanding, but the mental torture was way worse........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OBS is actually kinda relaxing, we practically do an activity for each morning and afternun and ciao at night for bonding, so before the expedition, we climbed ropes, practised kayaking, get some remedy camping lessons, rafting, rock climbing (i didnt really climb, was too weak due to biological reasons, so i wanna thank the guys who lifted me up with the ropes, lol), kayaking, then .........the real fun (think Anaconda, Indiana Jones style) starts............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuan-tuan &amp;amp; Puan-puan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalian diminta untuk "join" Expedisi laut dan darat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as long as empat hari 3 malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please try sebaik-baiknya untuk come back in 1 piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semoga anda berjaya, no, KENA BERJAYA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duta-duta Pulau Pangkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iaitu mr and mrs LEECHES akan berteman anda selama expedisi ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Programme anda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Up &amp;amp; Down Bukit Pangkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, a day before the expedition, we packed all our stuff into those pro-hiking bag, which weights ALMOST 15KG SIAL!!!!!! OMG!!!!! Had to bend down my knees to pick it up from the floor man. So, we had to carry our supplies for our 4 day expedition, which includes food (ada beras and tin tin tau!!!), gallon bottle, compass, map, parang, TENT!!, clothing, shoes, and .......1st day, the boat took us to Pangkor island, and the torture begins, under the hot sun, we walked through the winding roads to reach the mountain. As we reach the entrance, I SAW THE VERY FIRST PACAT IN MY LIFE MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WALAO A!!!!! F F F F F !!!!!DAMN FUCKING DISGUSTING SIAL!!!!!!!!!!!(yes, this is the right time to use the F word), They sorta wriggle on top of leaves man, URGH!!!!!!!!!!!! If we stop too much, the leeches would get to us so it's safest to move forward AFAP, but tak tau why si penakut ini si ai bin, volunteered to be 2nd sweeper, so our responsibilty is to make sure you always have to be the last. Of course, there are many people in the group, so different ppl have different speed, so you have to wait sometimes. So, through ups and downs, frustrations, tiny outbursts, LEECHES!!!!,determination, and soul-out-of-body experience, we made it to the TOP.......which is a tiny patch of grass and twigs with lotsa centipedes where only a toroise greet us...........swt........after makan, down hill also ada problem of course. Besides LEECHES again, it was slippery, DAMN BANYAK THORNS, have to cut, heavy-sampai cut your shoulder mia bag doesnt help at all, finally larh, shouted Hallelujah, dah samapi campsite dah! Made dinner, talked (complaint alot larh of course, lol), then slept with only dirty underwear and towel.........lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2 - Up 1145 aka Pacat Hill and South Summit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the killer day, 1145 will forever be remembered as a killer number and killer mountain. DAMN banyak disgusting-unhot "vampires", got swamp. blabla. So woke up all sore, packed all our stuff and climbed. Got lost for awhile in the beginning, but it was fine, after 2 hours i guess, i though we were almost reaching, this mountain didnt have a clear trail, we had to use the map and use the parang to cut a path out, after 1 point, Mr David said, "OK people, turn back and go down, follow me", i was like ," wat??? Thta's all? OK, phew!!!!" After nearly slipping down a valley(thank you branch man!!!), Mr David took us through one of the worst trails ever, swamps, banyak LEECH LAGI!!!, you name it. As we gathered in a flat land, he said,"Now that's you've passed through the swamp, you can start climbing 1145.......................i feel like crying man................................The night before it rained so it was freaking slippery, many boulders slipped and many fell as the stepped the unstable boulders, people got scarred, hurt, twisted their, cramps, pricked,.....tempers were definitely not good at all, so we only reached the peak 2 hours behind schedule. Halfway through, Jian Ming took my place as sweeper and, boy, i really feel so damn useless man, it was freakingly tiresome, and blisters from the day before sucks like hell man. going down wasnt easy business too, damn many thorns, got lost at the end, we practically slided downhill as the trail was too steep. Finally , MUAXXX!!!! SAMPAI DAH!!!!!!! A nice beach where we can fill our bottle and continue with south summit. It was already late and boy, i really dreaded the next mountain. We walked through roads and got freaking tired(passed though the hotel we stayed during Std 6 Vacation!!), thank god we didnt have to go up south summit, so we did a mini jungle trekking and REACHED a BEAUTIFUL BEACH where we met pepople from our group(different watches) and Group 2. My god, so happy, so many story to say, so relieved man..........that night, we cooked, talked til late night, enjoyed, bathed nicely, and bonded together, haha, it was so fun man........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 3 - Repelling relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the best day in our expedition man. The whole morning was free time for us, as group 2 get to go repelling (something like up-sailing) in a nearly cliff. In the morning, after some games, WE GET TO PLAY IN THE BEACH!!! WOOHOO!!!!! Imagine, really nice blue sea, soft sand, nice wind, compared with LEECHES!!!!!, walao, THIS IS PRACTICALLY HEAVEN, talked to many people i didnt really talk in school, mixed around. So, a group of us decided to make a human raft and just let the waves take us far.......it was fun until someone put down their leg and stepped on SEA URCHINS! walao, i didnt even know there were some, i felt so guilty as i was the one who though of doing the human raft and go further off shore. We knew there were corals, but sea urchins???? nope. It was pretty painful, two of us got pricked and had to get first aid help. Elstan couldn't get the pricks off his feet, guess wad, he had to use rocks to crush them man!!! WALAO!!!!! Lee hui could get hers off thank goodness,.......so, beautiful morning spoiled by damn sea urchins......urgh. Repelling was nothing much, went down, wasnt easy as i was so stubborn and volunteered to carry the gallon bottle down. It's hard to balance with that stuff hanging at your bag, and i dont wanna crash into the cliff when my back was parallel to the gound, lol. We cooked really early and talked alot that night, as this is the last night of the expedition, we all slept under the stars,so nice man...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 4 - Sea Expedition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to go back to the Lumut Centre today, so we went though kayak, all our supplies were carried back by ship. So, there was a delay of 1 hour so Big Sha got rather frustrated and scolded us larh, hehe. After awhile, in Diamond formation with Isakandar as capatin, the whole group move in diamond formation. Lucky enough, Edvin's my kayak partner, haha, king scout, ape pun boleh mia....lol. I gotta say i got the skills too larh, so wah, we can sing, laugh and cakap summor, sum ppl macam hampir mampus (cheh, i feel so "cek up"), lol. We were really really fast sampai suddenly got promoted man, to left flank(fuiyoh, got seh man), but as the weather was getting really bad, we didnt take the original route, (from pangkor to pulau katak, circle it, then come back), so after bout 3 hours, we went back to OBLumut. Fuuuuuuuuuhhhh, and that's the end of our expedition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367828902611263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sn5b8ms4HpI/AAAAAAAAANw/MNmM0_Iuk58/s320/5291_1164791089869_1530642130_30436840_6548126_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mini trekking, with Mr.David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, after thta we had solo camping, damn sien man,.....no monkeys came near me, others got attacked by baboons, but all went well except for the crazy rain, many got wet(i didtn, lol!!!), haha, and that;s about it..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So you see, 14 of us went through up and down, tiredsome journey, now you see why i miss this torturous camp?? ARGH!!!! I WAN BEREMBAN, seriously considering to joing the 25 days course,lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367826535165767090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sn5ZyzR4rbI/AAAAAAAAANo/M0zJD9YjR54/s320/5291_1164790929865_1530642130_30436837_6431919_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Girls from Beremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-474827098990504773?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/474827098990504773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/outward-bound-service-at-lumut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/474827098990504773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/474827098990504773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/outward-bound-service-at-lumut.html' title='Outward Bound Service at Lumut'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sn5Uia6aopI/AAAAAAAAANg/Aj6JQA0MssY/s72-c/5291_1164790809862_1530642130_30436834_2330157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3442363215559881594</id><published>2009-08-05T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:29:09.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I honour you, JOJO</title><content type='html'>Yo, it's been such a long time since i blogged man, prom passed, my bday passed, OBS passed(SYT!!! I miSS IT SO MUCH!!!!!), so, save to say i dont lead a totally boring life, lol, so, now, first thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://misaki-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;JOJO&lt;/a&gt;, you should be grateful as this is the very first TAG that i'll do? write? reply? wateva, ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you Straight or Bi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As straight as a ruler, lol, but sometimes, girls look better than boys, so............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grey&amp;amp; Pink........or Pink&amp;amp;Yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grey and pink!!!!!! Hehe, it's NDC 5sc1 mia class mag colour!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At what age do you stop sucking your bottle? (Be honest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9, haha, it was convenient, dunno why we have to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You see a chicken crossing the road.YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b.(pulls out shotgun and shot it right then and there,then later picks it up for adelicios kentucky meal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*in ma brains* .........................................................get in the way when i'm speeding and i'll take you to Nando's and we'll see who's the boss, MIAHAAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's your type of guy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guy next door kind, good in studies but not better than me, reads, plays piano, a bit idiotic but makes you laugh, romantic, rich enough to buy lotsa books,gentle, mild tempered, cheeky, god in sports, NICE TO MY FAMILY!!!!, good in cooking, respect the fact thta I DONT WANNA BE TAKEN CARE OF 24/7, otaku, tada, now, that guy exists.........in my dream................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A person you SO wanna make out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tamaki Hiroshi!!!! KYA~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's the last movie you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bride Wars, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's the last funniest thing that happened to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kicked someone's leg, and but before the person shouts, another guy shouted first,"EH!!! why do you have to kick his injured knee??" in a very kam cheong way, then he laid back with arms crossed behind his head and said," i knew she would kick his knee.......", fine, not super funny, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Describe your favourite/lucky underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RED!!!!!!!!!! Wear it on the first day of CNY, and it's blessed for the rest of the year if you're doing good deeds, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If your back's SHOOU DARN EFFING itchy,what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stretch myhands and scratch it, yeah, warm ups do help with this, ehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's the last brutal murder you've witnessed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and my kawan killing a cockroach, it was flattened into a roti canai state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Describe an anime character you'd like to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looks stupid,weak, optimistic but is a cool hero of justice in disguise with amazing martial art skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When's the last time you got horny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i put a horn on my head? Have i ever done tht?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who'd you last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dunoo......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When have you last studied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few hours ago, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you could chose your genre,what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;action, fantasy, and adventure, maybe a bit of shoujo at the end, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which part of your body do you so effing dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hips!!! URGH!!!! They're not just fat, BROAD TOO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would you wear a shirt you'd just bought for 5 continuos days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is Yong tau Fu you're talking about, lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You see a psycho flasher..you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c.Fling your heels at him with full force.d.Scowl at him,THEN his lil' burdie then do the 'its-so-tiny gesture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's your favourite letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Letter? An acceptance letter from MIT, Harvard, Cambridge, BERKELEY, Imperial to study Natural Science!!!! PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS MAN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What's your last evil thought on a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kill that person, dead man dont bite or irritate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Subject you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nah, i am an angel!!!!! BOO SEJARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EH EH EH !!!! I WANNA TAG PPL TOO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yee Hein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Annabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3442363215559881594?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3442363215559881594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-honour-you-jojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3442363215559881594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3442363215559881594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-honour-you-jojo.html' title='I honour you, JOJO'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-7957865932251185035</id><published>2009-06-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:12:22.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON DIET!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Somehow,i have a feeling people will be shocked to hear that i am on diet. Hor, ah tam, i always said," haiyo, what diet diet larh, so young, die baru tau". Well, now, as i am almost 18, i guess it's no biggie, that's the minimum age limit i gave myself back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you see, i decided to go to the school's prom, after much hesitation and of course persuasion by cute-puppy eyes of the committee. Theregoes my dream of being asked for a date from super hot guy (CHIAKI SAMA!!!! KYA~~~~~). urgh. But, Nad Nad shouted oneday,"Yong!!! This is the 21st century k!" Okie, that knocked some senses into me, cuz HEY, I AM A FEMINIST!!!!! LOGAGAGAG!!!! Last week as i was browsing through some dress in 1 utama, mum found something so i decided to try. And then guess what i saw as i wear the dress, PROTRUDING STOMACH!!!! ARGH!!!!! Walao, i wouldn't mind if it's on a normal T or what, but it seriously looks horrible terrible and vegetable. Then, that's when i thought, i need to go on diet. Oh ya, did i mention my weight hit 51!!! Uso Janai!! Tht's my dad's weight when he was in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, for peeps out there, no worries, i am not gonna drink lemon pepper juice and do extreme stuff like that. Just gonna excercise more later, but now, cut down on MIDNIGHT SNACK!!!! yes, my main source of extra unconsumed fat, no more Tuckshop fried chicken(damn, so tempting~), sleep early so i dont get hungry at night. No more saying,"haiyo, pay so much for the school, each meal makan 2~3 rounds", and if i can, Low carbs, or no carbs, like Nora, fuyoh, that one baru geng lerh. I tried sit ups too, and manage to memorise the hydrolysis of amines, WAKAka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about all, whether i do continue, shiranai!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-7957865932251185035?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7957865932251185035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7957865932251185035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7957865932251185035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-diet.html' title='ON DIET!!!!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1412613980387760468</id><published>2009-05-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:35:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>1) I had my very first night paper on wednesday, statistic 1 is the name, damn tense man, but what to do? I think i did OK. If there's no stupid silly mistake, might get 100. (praying very very hard now, or at least 95+ larh...)&lt;br /&gt;Core Math 1 is going to be on the day before i take SAT Math 1, my goodness, i desperately need full score for both of them, NO STUPID MISTAKES PLEASE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) LR 16 Yong's side of the bed has officially became the Nodame Cantabile Fanclub HQ, lol, anime &amp; J-drama domination has proceeded towards Xin Yi and Amelia, banzai!!! Yohoho, we've been active lately, after from yesterday onwards, we're going on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I still feel inferior, and my self esteem reeks now. Getting into MIT seems impossibly far now, My Koku is strong and i am not denying that, but it's damn irrelevant to the subject i wanna apply for, which is Natural Sciences. Now, i feel like i've wasted 5 years being in the prefectorial board, look how ungrateful i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am still flunking my tests though it's pretty obvious that i didnt prepare well enough. So, the problem i've always had seems to remain with me. I do understand concepts, but when it comes to answering questions, i zoink out, guess i need more practise, urgh. See, understanding doesnt really help in the learning process, practise does, end of my repeatedly-proven-right hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pointless, sometimes i do agree with Sarah, what's the point of random blogging anyway? Who cares if i am flunking, doing badly, break up with my girlfriend, or suffering from anxiety attack, that's suppose to be my own problem, the world doesnt need to know. Now my only reason for keeping this blog owes to the fact that i spent so much time customizing it, toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1412613980387760468?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1412613980387760468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1412613980387760468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1412613980387760468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6871721463244188752</id><published>2009-05-04T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:41:44.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit to Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is it? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's its urgency rating? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's the reason for changing it?&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;To avoid mistakes, to get more efficient, to reduce anxiety attacks, and get a good night sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stay highly focused all the time, pay attention to details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, that is what i PLAN to do, the results depend solely on my determination, though, encouragements, would be fine!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ganbarimasu~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6871721463244188752?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6871721463244188752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/habit-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6871721463244188752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6871721463244188752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/habit-to-change.html' title='Habit to Change'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8105334375232937992</id><published>2009-05-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:51:03.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bangmalaysia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/sepet_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://bangmalaysia.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/sepet_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After years of searching, finally!!! My sister bought the DVD just before i came back for EXEAT, banzai!!!!!!! So, overall, it's a local movie by a local woman director(go girl power!!!) Yasmin Ahmad. So, how did the love story between two youth of different race, background, upbringing bloom in our rather conservative (true, it's not a bad thing sometimes...) society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to spill the spoilers. It definitely isn't commercialised, has a very local taste to it. (like Nad Nad's writing, woot!) I can say that the papers were a bit misguiding about the film. The director did insert bits of racial elements, like culture and status difference, but it is done in a very subtle and sensitive way, in my opinion, not at all glaring or extreme, i do feel all the criticism it got was a bit, how should i put it.....irrelevant??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one line in the show that i particularly like in the show, one of the freaky english speaking Ah Beng's said,"There's no problem with them loving eachother, the problem is when they hate eachother." (or something like that)Very interesting right? Tht's a food for thought yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to conclude my very unprofessional opinions, i'd rate it 7/10, it would be nicer if it was less draggy, but most shows of the same category usually are, so no biggies too. Well, so, support local movies! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S wow, i just knew they actually taught students how to write film critique in Eng.Lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8105334375232937992?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8105334375232937992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sepet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8105334375232937992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8105334375232937992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sepet.html' title='Sepet'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5552645139290890744</id><published>2009-04-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:13:35.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm2nvjDaBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TigVftaWzqk/s1600-h/hkjfi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330492427864336402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm2nvjDaBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TigVftaWzqk/s320/hkjfi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, gotta confess, life hasn't been as smooth as i want it to be. I wanna strive, move forward, and get closer to that American dream of mine. But from what i see now, i am sinking among brilliant students like a capsized boat. I had the chance, but i blew lots of them. So, what do i do? I can just complain for the whole day, or bury them deep in that i-think-it's-pink-coloured heart of mine and hope it becomes a humus one day. (which from personel experience, takes a long long long long long time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, my top worries are school related. My results can't be any worse. Well, i wouldn't worry that much if i were in a government school. But the thing is, I AM IN KTJ, one of the most expensive place to study A levels in Malaysia, and i got a partial scholarship given by the school. If i dont perform and excel, all that money is going down the drain...................Practically everyone in school has somesort of talent, like badminton, or public speaking, or instrument palying ability(in a very good level kind, not my chiplang kind...)......me, i'vebeen thinking really hard, my only most outstanding talent is.............annoyong ppl...........................and it doesnt get me into Columbia, Cambridge, or any of the Ivy leagues Schools. Lotsa ppl really do well in school, i feel so lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, and nother thing, it's the school itself. Oh, dont get me wrong, it's a good school, but know that i think of it,maybe i went to a school which is more science-based, like MIT, then it might suit me better. I thought we get to participate in lotsa Science projects, like building robots and stuff, but all the Koku's in school are more humanity-related. It's good, like PTPI, MUN, INteract. We also have cultural ones like dancing, and instrument club, but Science?????? NOTHING!!!!!!! OMG, i can't even pen down how dissapointed i felt when i knew this. If i wanna get into the Ivys(Columbia!!!), or schools like MIT(yup, i am starting to take a liking to it now.....), i need to invent something or discover something!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502426311963298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm_tuqusqI/AAAAAAAAALg/WS8M2SL-6RI/s320/jkl%3Bpi%5Bh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Of course, the list doesnt end there, but i am not the kind of person who feels better once i let all my emotion out, so the rest will remain a secret. As much as i like to complain, there's nothing much i can do but to stop screwing up and smile all the way right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pS : Rice ball today was good!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm_7r0nh7I/AAAAAAAAALo/SSroc8ZSGJQ/s1600-h/DSC06099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330502666066298802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm_7r0nh7I/AAAAAAAAALo/SSroc8ZSGJQ/s320/DSC06099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5552645139290890744?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5552645139290890744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5552645139290890744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5552645139290890744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile?'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/Sfm2nvjDaBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TigVftaWzqk/s72-c/hkjfi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5555336877487682181</id><published>2009-04-06T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:30:51.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say no to War!! It's SCARY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SeG--n5NR9I/AAAAAAAAALI/RYAyuw5WsB8/s1600-h/45.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323746217598732242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SeG--n5NR9I/AAAAAAAAALI/RYAyuw5WsB8/s320/45.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,can't say i really know much about being in a warzone, After all, Malaysia isn't a war-torn country, well, we dont even have many natural disasters!! Yay to the country! *though i can say we need improvements when it comes to government policies* No matter what, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAY NO TO WAR OR VIOLENCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! It's damn scary and frightening!!!OKie, back to the war thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bizarre dream yesterday. The Japanese were attacking Malaysia again. Yup, this century, this decade, in my dream. So, we were all gathered in the school hall which looks very different from the present. The whole lighting was very orange and we had a indoor stadium like hall with red carpets in the middle floor. Then, the Japanese came in, but they were al Russian looking, bizarre~~Then, 1....2....3, we started to fight. Somehow, i was in one of the defence line foot troop member, and the KTJ army (of students) wasn't doing well. Then, one by one, it's up to me. I lashed out my sword, but of course, how can i win against a gigantic guy??? He lashed out his Samurai sword, and i cried (GURGH!!!PATHETIC!!!!!) when he sliced me five times, skin deep.....Then, somehow, someone scolded him for making a girl cry and i said he should apologise.....After that, CRRRRNNGGG!!!! War ended, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we did was to run back to our dorms. But not long after, the Japanese inspectors were after us. This time, they look japanese. E-quine told us to run to the lake opposite and took shelter while the army scorched our dorms. Eeek, soon, we were told to go back, BUT I WAS CALLED!!!!! CREEPY!!!! Cuz some of my stuff were confisticated......OMG...........................Then a very GORo Miyazaki guy showed me the stuff that was taken.....Pooofff, i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say not to War if you dont wanna die of heart ATTACK!!!! Nah, just say yes to peace OKIE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5555336877487682181?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5555336877487682181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-no-to-war-its-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5555336877487682181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5555336877487682181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-no-to-war-its-scary.html' title='Say no to War!! It&apos;s SCARY!!!!!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SeG--n5NR9I/AAAAAAAAALI/RYAyuw5WsB8/s72-c/45.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-916091926387356830</id><published>2009-03-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:47:08.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.R.K Remember the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/ScV2h_Sgg9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/XgJNwRiImt4/s1600-h/trjgfjg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315785261477561298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/ScV2h_Sgg9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/XgJNwRiImt4/s400/trjgfjg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A.R.K, short form for Acts of Random Kindness, I sorta got it from a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget about Sassyness, forget about wall we like to put up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It gets us somewhere, we need to survive in this competitive world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUt let's get back to the old times where everyone treats everyone right, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No twists in words, No cruel intentions, Sincerity is held with utmost pride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a lovely world that is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, can humankind afford that luxury, can we achieve that ideal world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, i was asked,"What is charity to you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After deep thought, this is my answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Charity is the act of random kindness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the good doings you do with no twisted intention but to install good feelings in others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to aid others when they do not know what's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is an act of honesty, sincerity and love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scale doesn't matter, what matters is the heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very cliched, but very true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charity gives you more than you can ever give them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get the good feeling that no earned material will ever give you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, why dont we buy happiness the cheap way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-916091926387356830?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/916091926387356830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ark-remember-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/916091926387356830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/916091926387356830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ark-remember-word.html' title='A.R.K Remember the word'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/ScV2h_Sgg9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/XgJNwRiImt4/s72-c/trjgfjg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1792352553847223805</id><published>2009-02-18T01:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:59:06.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Taufuness~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304072291786970098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SZvZpa70U_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/cKtQCPdYnTI/s400/tejny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thought i should do more postings, or my blog'll get rusty!! HEHE. INternet connection isnt the best here, i cant watch youtube now, but oh well, it's not like i do that often. First, on Cbox comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I-Moo-to san&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : YOu wont thing having a wedding in a beach is romantic when you get bitten by red ants and all yur husband can do is sooth you while you itch away~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cal &lt;/span&gt;: What happened to your Cbox? IT's rather hard to comment like that, well, through COMMENTS, but oh well....anything's fine, eheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;TAM aka my L partner&lt;/span&gt; : You dont have to say anything, you'll ALWAYS be MINE!!! Forever and ever and ever and ever, even after you get married......wagagagagagagagagagagagaag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt; : Wah Wah, even Lee Hui also dont really call me Yong Tau Fu dy, you still panggil??? Eh, that nickname only Mr Lai can use Ok, Mrs.OY? WAGAGAGAGGAGAGAGA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awfully random eh? Well, i just skipped cross country(hehe, with housemistress' permission) just to watch the Senior girl's netball match, shouted like gila man, but, aiya, we didn't win larh, but oh well, OUR SCREAMS ARE WAY NICER THAN YOURS!!!! you know who i'm talking about.........Now, kena dig my head in piles of books dy.....gaahhhh..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1792352553847223805?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1792352553847223805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-taufuness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1792352553847223805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1792352553847223805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-taufuness.html' title='Random Taufuness~~'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SZvZpa70U_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/cKtQCPdYnTI/s72-c/tejny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-9143679650772178223</id><published>2009-02-14T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:12:08.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day, whole JAWAHIR SO EMPTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SZvezp0h2LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QK8fDopejWs/s1600-h/vmnhki.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304077965139761330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SZvezp0h2LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QK8fDopejWs/s320/vmnhki.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garh, seriously, i am a bit lazy to post in my blog now, prep is really dominating my life, Ko-Ku seem to be a bit boring here, tomorrow Marathon in KL(the only reason i didn't go back to Melaka this Weekend...). Haiya, so, what have i been up to and what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I forgot to bring my data booklet to chemistry class, so kena denda RM15.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WALAO A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then one afternoon, Mr Lai aka our chem teacher rejected our lunch date only to come back to find me to buat apa. "Eh, Yong Tau Fool, where's the fifteen ringgit? Or else tomorrow double..." Waseh..........................I AM SO GONNA EAT THE BISCUITS HE BUY CUZ MY RM15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Haiz, why, exam ar, besides Math got 91, others Haiyo......., but no worries, thank god teacher will add all the other effort and homework performance marks to us, so ALL THE BEST TO ME PLEASE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Our GP class is really turning into a general science class. So, we had to do all this presentation about anything that's controversial, i ended up doing about the intellectually gifted, and surprisingly, next YeRu's performance was on Dreams, Shih Yu's on Memory, and Alysha on How the Brain works, gahaha, so our wikispace discussion board sort of became a mini science forum. haha, Next is Chien Yee aka FOOCY(foo-si!!), who will be doing, once again, things related to the brain. Visit www.kolejtuankujaafar.wikispaces.com , '09 L6 GP is our class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Last weekend went to midvalley, haiz, MPH so tiny, manage to buy X/1999 and Blood: The Last Vampire oni. It was nice to go walk for awhile, but i dont think i'll be doing it for quite sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, that's about all, so sad..........so tired.................but still havent HANCUR!!! THIS YONG TAU FU WONT EVER GIVE UP!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*edited : Didn't go for the marathon anyway, teacher didn't submit my form, swt -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-9143679650772178223?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9143679650772178223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-whole-jawahir-so-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9143679650772178223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9143679650772178223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-whole-jawahir-so-empty.html' title='V day, whole JAWAHIR SO EMPTY!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SZvezp0h2LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QK8fDopejWs/s72-c/vmnhki.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-4046674565254510874</id><published>2009-01-24T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:03:47.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaima ~ ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrazC-IjDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6j11yqF5ox4/s1600-h/DSC05870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294784882433100850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrazC-IjDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6j11yqF5ox4/s200/DSC05870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, peeps, must've keep ya guys waiting, now, pictures, just a few larh(haiz, wonder who will be seeing anyway.....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why didn't i do this earlier??? First, taking pictures means i need to use my HP, and the school's HP regulations, haiz......susah nak cakap.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't use the HP in public during school hours, if you insist on keeping it with you, it can't be seen, heard, or used, anything..........(susah for girls tau, our skirt no pocket, but guy's pants ada, unfair sial~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;After school you can only use it in your House(dorm room), no taking out in school grounds, or else rampas......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No using during prep time.............&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't even use it during Sunday when you feel like walking around and taking pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which means, minimal chance for photo(and Suz arrr, classroom almost impossible larh, haaha~~) though i curi curi took some, the school net, dunno why, when i masuk the site, the "upload picture" button DOESNT EXIST!!!! Dunno why....ish.............So now, tada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMUmfe0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qaJUnzpUeNY/s1600-h/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785316662508354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMUmfe0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qaJUnzpUeNY/s200/DSC05867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My side of the room, it's messy cuz i am packing, it was super tidy, we even got 1 merit point for our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785318173487298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMaOvMMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PlJKcY1XKSA/s200/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muahaha, closet-o, i always double lock my underwear, dunno why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMSIm4gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LtGlIAyaX7I/s1600-h/DSC05871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785316000293378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMSIm4gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LtGlIAyaX7I/s200/DSC05871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside view, so green~~~ So many potential mosquito breeding area....thank god got "sha chuang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785322111472690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbMo5oFDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6S1wInWYaek/s200/DSC05868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My room Mate's Side, nice leh, eh, mine's also like that OK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbM_IwjiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nDLryxep490/s1600-h/DSC05864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785328080522786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrbM_IwjiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/nDLryxep490/s200/DSC05864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tada, Here we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SARAH AMALINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Petronas Scholar, Super clever plus rajin!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, not to forget the January newbies from&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAWAHIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!(YEAH~~ the house that rocks!!!), aiya, only Zaza tak da larh~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrc0e-hlvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/87DoEk2QQxI/s1600-h/DSC05858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787106154059506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrc0e-hlvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/87DoEk2QQxI/s200/DSC05858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Khoo Lee Hui, Aka Mat Khoo, High pitch squeals are her trademark, YAMAPI &amp;amp;JPOP fan(yay!!), Chun sial very she does long run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787104487868866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrc0YxRicI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PFqyszJud4A/s200/DSC05856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amelia Sim, orang gila from Miri, laughs too much(newbie introduction case: hi, my name is Amelia, ...i'm Amelia, wagagagagga..........................)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrc0mvQU5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q5ZXOV7TE9Y/s1600-h/DSC05860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787108237497234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrc0mvQU5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q5ZXOV7TE9Y/s200/DSC05860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fara, Maldivian, Fanflower(follows the fan whenever it turns....), always talking bout laundry(yala), Interact Club house rep., WOO~~~, very cute~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gahahaha, i think i'll do this more often, hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-4046674565254510874?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4046674565254510874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tadaima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4046674565254510874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4046674565254510874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tadaima.html' title='Tadaima ~ ~'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SXrazC-IjDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6j11yqF5ox4/s72-c/DSC05870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5313538785287491507</id><published>2009-01-22T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:36:55.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day in January</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, i am so used to be regarded as a Taufu now, hehe. Lee Hui calls me Tau Hu very often, people who dont know me but just know my surname call me Yong Tau Hu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YESTERDAY IS DEFINITELY A CURSED DAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Well, i didn't have any free period yesterday, just finished district cross country a day before, so tired everything is just so so so undone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First worry in the morning,(*mind you, i didnt sleep well at all the night before.......haiz, and big mother of the MOON visited me, why at a time like this??!!!), woke up a bit later than the usual 6.10 cuz i was too tired. First thing on mind: GP Presentation. It's on third and fourth period.&lt;br /&gt;But dang it!!!!!! Havent finish, all the info are so disorganised. So, first thing i did before brushing my teeth was GP slides. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;THE FRUSTRATING THING ABOUT MY TOPIC (yah, i chose the Intellectually Gifted), EVERY SEMUA ALL the info you get online are the SAME REPEATED things!!!!!!!!! GERAM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; If i get more into the psychology, after apa larh, Asperger syndrome, Autism, Asychronity, every weird term comes in.......haiya, no time larh, one week to prepare is so not enough..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45, have to meet Ms Sarah or Orginal Oraditory and Solo Acting auditions, and BOY, I DID SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (to the power of infinity....), BADLY!!!! Yup, while i was speaking there, without sufficient preparation, throat coated with thick mucus-y dry stuff, without BREAKFAST,half-alseep, i could feel lile: OMG OMG OMG, what am i doing, this is awful, and definitely so not me, this is even worse than my usual lousy performance, well, Ms Sarah manage to give a very ENCOURAGING smile though, every nice of her, but it's no use, I AM DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO GET IT, YUp, students here must be complete idiots and dunces if i got it.............................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since continue with GP, then KRING~~~~~~, bell rang, my GOD!!!! NOT YET FINISH!!!! SUAK LARH, leave out the others larh, and OH~~~~~~~ forget to tell Mr.Suresh i need to use the LCD thingie for my presenation, haiya, forget about it larh, FLY TO PHYSICS on the other side of school..........................................just to find out that i mixed up my timetables, and Math class is just on the first floor of the building i was in....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period, GP..............First, we lost the whole competition thing where we have to present a plan of a city development, so we have to write a report on our FLAWS...(ouch), 250 words, if CNY finish, can email to teacher...) After that my presenation, not gonna talk much about, there's not much info, though the teacher said it was INTERESTING, but it's not THOUGHT-PROVOKING, CONTROVERSIAL, TWISTED, and DEBATABLE enough....just interesting..........................haiz,.........................he put in onthe school wikispace though..........gonna check the comments later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, have to sacrifice lunch time just to do more of BIo prep..............URGH NO MORE NO MORE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that was the end of my bad luck...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOing home tomorrow, wagagaaggagagagagag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5313538785287491507?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5313538785287491507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tauhu-recovered-after-nap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5313538785287491507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5313538785287491507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tauhu-recovered-after-nap.html' title='Worst Day in January'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1256150109699672142</id><published>2009-01-18T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:07:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yong Tau Fu....hancuring at the edge............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED HELP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....This is an awesome school, but it has an uncanny ability to make people do many crazy things, and tire oneself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why did i get myself involved in so many running activities? Tomorrow 6.45pm, have to gather in front of the NaQ' house, and take a bus to somewhere near Nilai, then lari....DISTRiCT Level Cross Country, for 6KM!!!! KI SIAO!!!!!!! Why did i even enter this in the first place, that time lari 4km plus sudah hampir mampus, now this, then Friday....School Cross Country, about 4.2 Km, qualifying time 50 minutes, or my house kena penalty, walao!!! JAWAHIR SPIRIT!!! Have to run, if we win over Irinah, can go SUNWAY LAGOON!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Just had a "lunch date" with the principal today, hehe. It was super weird, seriously, eating withthe principal(and his wifei guess, plus 5 other students) just feels so weird. Haha. And Akward as well. We were told about it yesterday and i was like,"OMG!!!!! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!!!!!!AM I NOT PERFORMING UP TO LEVEL!!!!!!!", then mana tau, found out the principal played rugby for London before, been to more Malacca Museums then I, know about the rivalry between Irinah and Jawahir........kek dao....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) EXAM, die die die.......what to do. Plus for GP(Pengajian Am-like thingie in BI), i have to do a presentation about a topic which "is controversial, arguable, pushes people's belief", so i chose Individualism vs Collectivism, but Mr Suresh is almost like Mr Soo, know alot, read alot, debate with him cell can also die alot kind........OMG...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i signed up for Solo Acting for SEA forensics, auditions on this Thursday, well, not having high hopes of getting it, people in this school take DRAMA and THEATRE studies, me, class production drama{ah those were very fun days..........................), well, not exactly totally useless, but compare with the pros, susah a bit larh............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1256150109699672142?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1256150109699672142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1256150109699672142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1256150109699672142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/exam.html' title='Yong Tau Fu....hancuring at the edge............'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1325838367651124987</id><published>2009-01-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:54:05.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CAMOLI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, hello people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it's Sixth Form Entertains tonight. So practically during Saturdays when we aren't having EXEATS(means balik rumah time), some groups will perform for an hour, as entertainment. Somehow, somewhat, i got myself involved.............in a dance................So, we're doing "Let's Twist", though instead of a twist, we're actually dancing rock and roll steps.(Somehow, it works, dont ask me why...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Arigatou Mr.Moniter and Mr.KTJ(cool right?His Initial is the school's name...), for lending me your clothes and school pants. Hmm, yeah, i am a GUY in the DANCE, waggagaga, and i am enjoying it!!! CUZ.....they say from afar, i look like a GUY, WAGAGAGAGAGGA!!!!!!!. Hoho, but my dance partner is TALLER than me, walao................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we really spent lots of times practicing, for this only 2 minutes dance. The Irinians are dancing ya know, those hip-hop dances where they shake their boobies and booties with hands held in front, not bad, everyone's doing rather mature funny things, hope we're really cute and funny enough to appeal to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHHAHA, Full dress rehearsals at 4.45, wish me luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1325838367651124987?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1325838367651124987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-camoli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1325838367651124987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1325838367651124987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-camoli.html' title='HOLY CAMOLI!!!!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8463837931404248883</id><published>2009-01-14T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:36:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: BRAIN JUICE</title><content type='html'>Just now throughout Physics, my mind is totally blank...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, we do learn less than STPM people, but the questions, URGH, SO MUCH HARDER THAN THE STPM mia, it's awful, twisted, confusing, with fractions over fractions over fractions, plus decimals in fractions.........negative.....positive, jumble jumble jumble suddenly infinity pula...................it's crazy. Just now: my brain seriously went kongkers...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part before CNY, i am having exams, for Math, Phy, Chem, and still waiting for BIo to be annouced this afternoon. As for GP : Next week, 2 presentations, can die....................................hmmm, thought about a few topics, fangirlism, east vs west..................Comments please, has to be arguable and thought provoking...................plus kena debate with the the proctor who's my teacher, Mr Suresh(aka Discipline teacher...nice man though)...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH, gimme enzymes to process my info..i am starting to accumulate 1 homework dy, tolong!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, got a new school given email : &lt;a href="mailto:ylwen@ktj.edu.my"&gt;ylwen@ktj.edu.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagagagga, btwm sorry Hein, see my reply to you, i dont really on my HP much......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8463837931404248883?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8463837931404248883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted-brain-juice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8463837931404248883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8463837931404248883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanted-brain-juice.html' title='WANTED: BRAIN JUICE'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6641748887546055451</id><published>2009-01-13T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:22:20.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIN GAKUEN</title><content type='html'>Finally, after typing for thousands of time, can finally have a decent typing. Wagagag. So new year is here, most already know how to drive(curses, my dad keeps kutuking me for not doing it b4 SPM), work dy(holiday inn, help dad...you name it.....), me leh, already worn out due to all the prep, ARGH!!( btw, in KTJ, prep means homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's this school like? Yes, it's posh, really(got lost dunno how many time....), the place is seriously well-facilitated, say, we have an airconded hall, nice dining hall that serves both eastern and western food everyday(western makan sampai takut.......), awesome 6th form centre with fuusball(is that how you spell it), super fast internet connection, library with lotsa lotsa lotsa books, airconned classroom, and normal dorms. There's cool apparatuses in the lab, and we can waste chemicals while doing practical if teacher's not around, wagaaggggaga. (do titration many many times, wagagagaga.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, been lucky enough to be put in the Jawahir House, not the people-said tough house, Irinah. Hmm, i can say things are a bit like Gryffindor vs. Slytherin here, but not in a unhealthy way, and definitely not that intense, hehe. The dorm's not as nice as Harry Potter's, gah, it's just fiction. My roommate, is this super-clever girl from Perak, FULL SCHOLAR, studied in MRSM, Sarah Amalina(cheers for her!!!). We have washing machines, pantries, pianos, TV(that doesn't have any channels), of and my favourite, the ironing board(yes, ever since i came here, i sorta became a hardcore laundry-doer). So, this house consists mainly of Koreans, Indonesians, MALACCANS, and many more......HEHE. No NDC formers though...............................Then, the legendary prep-time, where everyone has to open the room door to study, or you'll get drills [ standing under the bell, not sure if you have to talk to it....................], lotsa lotsa rules la, yorh, ....alot sial. NO liquid paper(Hein, stil got white marker pen in TK?), no HP in blablabla, have to tie hair, got UNIFORMS, ..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ECA, joined forensics, interact,both are fun, nothing much to comment, as for sports, tennis and cross country(i didnt know what happened to me during the games registration, nerve malfunctioning or what, now every week kena run about 5.5Km, OMG.....................).Classes are awesome, most of the January newbies either take 3 science+math+GP, or 2science+2math+GP, gehehe, so called gila combinations. Seriously, every class is enjoyable!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO: Got Mr.Hitman, the ultamite prep giver, nevertheless a knowledgable man. I didn't catch it earlier, but he seems to have joined certain biological expeditions or research or whatever you call it, dug fossils(if i've heard correctly...).........interesting...............his preps are the worse though, he gives all these extracts from Bio Mags and calls you to read them, i am so sick of reading about electron mircoscope know, can muntah.....(what electron beam focussed by electromagnet, work in vacuum, specimen must be dead, fixed, stained, wavelength of light......................................................................................................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHY: Very 1st class, Mr Angs OK, though he claims he's teaching really fast cuz Jan intakes take crash courses, but seriously, he took two days to talk about measurements and units...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS : We have a very young teacher, Ms Ng. I heard she's doing her PhDs. (just heard............) Teaches rather fast, GIVE LOTSA PREP TOO, gahahaahahha. I am the only Jawahir girl in her class, so, no biggie larh, Irinians are pretty nice....(Nadirah, be happy when you see this.....). I always do gazillions of mistrakes though, sorry miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM : Funny, all the teachers i met for chem are funny and rather-aged man. Mr Lai's the man, video tapes the class when there are people absent, smiles to the camera. Now thisi s the only class that we have a moniter, en. Sim Peng Yong(YOng peng fishball..........................).  Lai's a strict teacher, send us motes by email, kena print like sial......Hmmmm, wonder if the video of him's on Youtube now.........................................................He's a bit like mini version of Rengga, very strict but likes to make us laugh(though he laughs himself too....). yeah, 1 die-hard Naruto fan, can use Naruto to make us understand chemistry concepts, jatuh pengsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before CNY, we have cross country, cacated, now have to run the whole school everyday, lari sambil jerit"Spirit Jawahir" dalam hati, and night, after prep, practise dancing for "form 6 entertains" with Xin Yi, Fara, Amelia, Lee Hui, Zaza, i am a guy there, the seriously, the dancing is no better than cross country practise..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, more later, gotta so to class now.....................CHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6641748887546055451?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6641748887546055451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/shin-gakuen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6641748887546055451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6641748887546055451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2009/01/shin-gakuen.html' title='SHIN GAKUEN'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3382349602608371645</id><published>2008-12-24T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:40:03.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Japan part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;* OK, so before Japan, i actually stopped in Taiwan for 3 days, but there was nothing much besides Malaysia-like weather (without aircond lagi~~), go to Gu Gong Museum, saw Mister Donut shops(KYA~~~~~~), and that building Suzanne said from the show what "blabla3+1",then the real excitement starts, JAPAN!!!!!!!!!! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1 : Hakata, Fukuoka( 博 多， 福 冈 )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;omg, i watched nodame cantabile in Taiwan, and i found out, CHIAKI WAS IN HAKATA STATION(just opposite the hotel) when he wanted to go to Nodame's house in Ookawa!!!!, kya~~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was rather late when we reach there, plus so cold! Raining lagi, omg! Without Taxis, kena follow the japanese tradition of naik-tangga-turun-tangga-jalan-jalan-jalan tradi with about 4 luggages to the hotel. So, it's a tiny hotel (Terminal Hotel, very reasonable price, go stay there next time). And i got to stay in a double room with my sis. (Size : Store room size in Malaysia). Somehow, that night we didnt sleep well, watched TV in the middle of the night, then tidur.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNJkdz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mfV3UfzHgMc/s1600-h/DSC05545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283647678662382194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNJkdz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mfV3UfzHgMc/s200/DSC05545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNJkHbm2oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ANklYlZBVcs/s1600-h/DSC05546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283647672654682754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNJkHbm2oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ANklYlZBVcs/s200/DSC05546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2 : Dazaifu, Fukuoka ( 太 宰 府， 福 冈)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQKvNvHZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eG-Y7wiu0IM/s1600-h/DSC05557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283654933238717842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQKvNvHZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eG-Y7wiu0IM/s200/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQKwbvrJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9AWUKgRx7lY/s1600-h/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283654933565910162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQKwbvrJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9AWUKgRx7lY/s200/DSC05567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQLOoSjZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZQYDulfNjUo/s1600-h/DSC05569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283654941671591314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNQLOoSjZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZQYDulfNjUo/s200/DSC05569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The streets and temples...darn it, forgot to take a pic of the main temple, curse the weather!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, they call this the Confucious Temple of Japan, but guess what, 2nd day, woke up groggy-eyed, opened the window and saw...............SNOW.............MY GOD!!!!!!!!............plus rain. CACAT!!!!! Fukuoka is in South Japan, should be rather warm here, i never expected it to snow. But, what choice do we have. Well, who cares, you just have to wake up. There were lots of students there, short ones, thin ones, small ones, HOT ones, ......all of them went to wrote their prayers to the god,well, wanted to write one for our class, but so damn expensive!!!!!!! CACAT!!!!! so, pray only lorh..........Since there were lots of maple leaf around, dad made us pick alot so we could make decorative ornaments (man, so not in the mood for this, fingers were freezing), thank god there's a museum to hide into, then, cepat cepat, CABUT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;*now there's this thing that only foreigners can use in japan, the JR pass, with a price of rm1000, you can have unlimited access of transportation by the JR company for 8 days(there are other packages too), [i think we used more than rm2000 man]including LRT, Shinkanshen(almost like bullet train), express buses, ships..........If you're clever enough, it saves your hotel fees too.....Rather worth it if you really have the energy to travel like siao...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3: Osaka &amp;amp; Kobe, Kansai (大 阪 &amp;amp; 神 户, 关 西)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNVDtgtDTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eBkJFa7cfiA/s1600-h/DSC05583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283660310080458034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNVDtgtDTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eBkJFa7cfiA/s200/DSC05583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, since we found out Kyushu's gonna be rather cold for some time, so we escaped by Shinkanshen ( Hikari line!!!!), to Osaka, Land of the samurais, and mice. OMG, Shinkanshen is awesome, it travels at about 300km/h, almost the same as a F1 race car!!!!!! So, we reached there in about 3 hours only. Though it's already rather late, we stayed in a min-shoku there : Nakanoya, where there's a Japanese Woman who can speak chinese super fluently, she gave us a lot of help, hehe. Since it's already late, so might as well go to Himeji &lt;strong&gt;姬 路 城&lt;/strong&gt; (as shown in the pic), a world heritage, and a famous trademark of Osaka. It was HELL getting there though, asking them the road is like learning sign language from an alien ( tips to people : write classical chinese words, they actually understand.) Somehow out of some mistake, we took the normal car &lt;strong&gt;普 通 车&lt;/strong&gt;, which means it stops in every single station, including super "u-lu" ones, URGH!!!! Dalam kereta, kena squeeze like sardine, see old people, malu sampai have to give your sit(come on, people around there are so polite, you'll feel so paiseh if you're not)...........then finally, dark dy, baru sampai. Since it's already close, we just took pictures of it, and see the beautiful lighting. Seriously it's really magnificent! So, it's night time now, off to Kobe to watch the city at night!! Japanese really put serious effort into night lightings, and they save electricity buy minimising the use of lights on small alleyways. But their security so good, dont have to worry too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNWSDVZRPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4b62Wmc-8w/s1600-h/DSC05586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283661655968400626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNWSDVZRPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j4b62Wmc-8w/s400/DSC05586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the day before sis's bday, so dad took us to have Kobe steak. (DROOL~~~~) The thing about ordering in Japan is, you never know what you're ordering precisely cuz you dont understand the language, so we just look at the pictures, point this and that, then when the food comes, you wont know which is whose, and you wont know when you've already eaten something. So we ordered lotsa steak, since dad worked in a western restaurant here before, he said steaks are made in a big chunk, and you'll need to eat with knife and fork. So, datang-makan-datang-makan. My sis ordered a special one, so we waited......and waited......waited again.....OK, waitin g like this is so weird in Japan, cuz Japanese are fast servers. Dad asked the waitor, and he said it's all served. HUH?!! Then he took the bill and pointed each dish we ate, oh.... we ate my sis's. Well, how do we know, they look the same, taste like heaven.......(my uncle also kena once..)Next time people remember this, know what you order well, plus in Kobe, they serve steaks in small pieces where you have to panggang-or-wahtever-you-call-it yourself, not in big chunks like seafood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4 : Nara, Kansai&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(奈 良， 关 西)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNgn2u8snI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x6voLqAWg6g/s1600-h/DSC05596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283673025659318898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNgn2u8snI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x6voLqAWg6g/s200/DSC05596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you've watched Shikaotoko, you'll actually know that Nara, Kyoto, and Osaka are actually lined to be like a triangle, and the city is sortof the city of Deer, no kidding here man. Sure, there are lotsa temples around here (that's a five story pagoda, one of the largest and oldest wooden structure on earth.), and it's actually a really ancient city where literature and architecture blooms, all the hot spots are close together, sort of like our Stadhuys, A Famosa and all, but actually, the main attraction would be the deer park. Yes, you will never see so many deers running around like the deer park, they ARE NOt afraid of approaching humans AT ALL, expecially when it comes to getting Deer Shenbei from us. OK the weird thing is, there are people selling the Shenbei's in very low stalls where the deer can actually attack and eat straight away with ease, but NO~~, the deers will sit there obediently with the sellers, and wait for a someone to buy it, then they stalk and bully the buyer. The instand my dad bought it, we saw from a far, first 1 deer, then 2, at last 3 started walking behind his back, follwing and tracking him. Wah, when he gave us, habis, DEERS become bullies. My sis (ZY)squeeled, and say,"ER!!! BU YA LAI LIAO, ZE!!!!!!!!!!!!".(She kena bum and the rear end when the food is finished, i oso what) Then my turn, just have to treat them like Stanford ( my dog), then they became obedient. International Deer language of showing you have no more food : raise both hands to the ikrar level, then geleng-geleng, they WILL walk away.......wonderful eh. Ok, pics, to follow...... Later then we walked around, visiting museums(we could see dad's veins when he saw China artifacts that might've been sold to japan by looters or grabbed at the end of the Ching dynasty), then we went home. Seriously, the weather was perfect that day, so it was super comfy, and i enjoyed Nara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdNHjuWxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bI_vUu-MUDM/s1600-h/DSC05597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283669267784293138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdNHjuWxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bI_vUu-MUDM/s200/DSC05597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdNLdRxcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b0Eb-DQdzu4/s1600-h/DSC05601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283669268830995906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdNLdRxcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b0Eb-DQdzu4/s200/DSC05601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A deer, and the old street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdM6g6FzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/APn2ZfEnA3I/s1600-h/DSC05595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283669264282818354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdM6g6FzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/APn2ZfEnA3I/s200/DSC05595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdMpS_x3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gj6DiEfsP2Y/s1600-h/DSC05589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283669259661068146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNdMpS_x3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gj6DiEfsP2Y/s200/DSC05589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first two deers we met, and a shrine near the guan yin ma temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*man, this is tiring, i mean the typing, will continue for more, that's the first week*...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3382349602608371645?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3382349602608371645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-to-japan-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3382349602608371645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3382349602608371645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/off-to-japan-part-1.html' title='Off to Japan part 1'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SVNJkdz9EnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mfV3UfzHgMc/s72-c/DSC05545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2346299318130086298</id><published>2008-12-14T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:32:47.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walao...............v 1.5</title><content type='html'>OK, the last post was a bit cacated, short, disorganised, and aimless. Urgh, this one's gonna be aimless to actually, just feel like typing something else. So, overall summary of trip before i really type something decent. OK, maybe not decent, but more detials maybe, including HOT KIND GUY in Aso, Sampah Cleaning Miracle, Squeals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, reach Taiwan to spend 3 NIGHTS WITHOUT AIRCOND AND FAN AT NIGHT!!!! Walao, and the weather, almost like summer sial......Worst thing is, went to Enjoy Camp a day earlier,got so tired sampai, habis, FEVER!!!!! Then SAKIT plus MUNTAH lagi.....After the torturous beginnig, we got off to HAkata, Fukuoka, JApan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Fukuoka is in Kyushu, where i find their slang very similiar to KOrea, so whatever la. Now, this time we've got JR Pass(app. RM1000), so we can sit all tranportations by JR company withough buying tickets!!!! Definitely worth it sial, sat Shinkanshen although not nesscary, go far far with first class bullet train for shopping(unlimited pass for 8 days what...), Ate Kobe steak(mukya!!!). So japan trip goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakata &gt;&gt; Dazaifu &gt;&gt; Osaka &gt;&gt; Nara &gt;&gt; Kyoto &gt;&gt; Kobe &gt;&gt; Nagoya &gt;&gt; Himeji &gt;&gt; Hiroshima &gt;&gt; Hakata &gt;&gt; Aso&gt;&gt; ..........Then back to Taiwan again.&lt;br /&gt; * On the day to Nagoya, found out i got to go to KTJ (kolej tuanku Jaafar!!!!), and half-scholar larh...(pay 25% of fee only)... but can masuk then good lorh..................Got nice uniforms, school rules, curfews, Houses, western and eastern food for you to choose, it's like Harry Potter Dream come true!!! Except no four-poster-bed larh.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, currently i'm in HK, in my uncle's apartment in "jiu long", they call it, all soar-throaty-coughing due to having too much "pop-corn-chickenish" food in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kena balik dahulu...to blog like sial.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-2346299318130086298?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2346299318130086298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/walao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2346299318130086298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2346299318130086298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/12/walao.html' title='Walao...............v 1.5'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-4457249687692896356</id><published>2008-11-30T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:42:05.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, after having lunch, went to watch the Twilight movie with a friend who's having her term break. Man, thank god we reached quite early, got a really good sit, it's like the screen's just there for ya. Surprisingly, there wasn't much audience as i thought. And ya, most of them are humans of the XX chromosome. Even before the show starter, squealing can be heard....Fuyoh, especially when Carlise appear, everyone(girls larh~) practically fan-girl-squealed.Well, personally i liked the part where they play baseball in a storm best!!!! They didn't make it a hit-two-pitch kindaf sucky match. and the actor who played James was the best man!!!!!!!! He really brings out the charactor's nature!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say the movie wasn't disappointing at all,it followed the story quite well, even the details.(not 100% larh~) They manage to put all the things nicely together. The beginning was slightly draggy, but it became much better as it progresses. Though there's just one complaint : Walao, so much background music for what? They have background music even when they talk randomly, see stuff, kiss............just too much larh~ This is i didnt had pop corn and drinks in the cinema, which means zero distraction and total enjoyment, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is rather random................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-4457249687692896356?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/4457249687692896356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4457249687692896356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/4457249687692896356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-5494856137744476486</id><published>2008-11-27T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:05:35.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're obsessed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6aUDcf01I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EObexEqV2A0/s1600-h/xngfjhfjgkj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273321883010323282" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6aUDcf01I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EObexEqV2A0/s320/xngfjhfjgkj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt; over him! &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;玉木宏&lt;/span&gt;!!!! yes, i admit,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;over-the-top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;squealing-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeaking&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kyaing&lt;/span&gt;-drooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;!!!!So, how do you know you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with something?? I'll view it from my case.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) You smile by yourself just looking at his pic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kakak&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt; maid spies on you from the side and laugh when you came back to your senses!!!!! But he is so drool worthy, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;drooled on&lt;/span&gt; my shirt once when i was a pic of him in a suit and smiling....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ARh&lt;/span&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You go online to search for tons of his pictures and download them although they might consists of weird pics when he just began his career&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a file on my desktop dedicated to his pics........................There was one where he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SATO&lt;/span&gt; in the J-drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Waterboys&lt;/span&gt;, and he was bald, with a mole on his lips, talk about weird, are the stylists jealous of him and wanna make him look bad????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You download Commercials he's in from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; whenever you can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can guess, the real player library in ma comp is filled with over 20 (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;is it&lt;/span&gt; 30??) of his commercials, i wanted to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; no.1 fan and download all his advertisements. but he did 8000 of them~~ *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, that's the 2008 commercial king in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;kanto&lt;/span&gt; area to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) You memorise the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt; about him that you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;gorek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's 180cm...50kg...blood type A...birthday's on 14/1/1980...born in Nagoya...Likes music...good in swimming...an artist under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;AVEX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;TRAX&lt;/span&gt;...scouted by star scouts when he was shopping in high school............................................*it goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) You wont mind buying a more expensive version of his drama just to show your support&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't stand anymore!!! HAD TO BUY AND WATCH 鹿男与美丽的奈良 aka the fantastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;deer man&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, lame title but not a lame show)!!!! Because he was in it!!!! Although he acts as a wimp, he's still hot and adorable to me!!!! Did i mention he's a really good comedy actor???? Couldn't get my hands on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Aishiteru&lt;/span&gt;, so had to download it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;, and there was a part missing, so there was a part between him entering a photo exhibition and crying, no!!!!!!!!! Man,if there's only a rm50 version of the Wonderful Pelican Man(nonexistent) with him in it, I'll GET IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) You like to see people praising and saying good things about him online&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i let a video of him buffer on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;scrool&lt;/span&gt; down to see all the comments, and there was one guy who said,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, i think i am gay, but this guy is seriously hot!" and another one,"I can't believe i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;fangirling&lt;/span&gt;, but he's hot!!!!" Man, guys saying another guy is hot, that isn't common!!! YEAH for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;TAMAKI&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;KUN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) You're concerned of his welfare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, he's 28, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;when's&lt;/span&gt; he gonna have a decent girlfriend?(latest rumor, the female couch in Prince of Tennis Live Action). Can he stop being a workaholic?? (his weight drop a whooping 8KG for a movie). ............Why can't he be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Aoi&lt;/span&gt;? (she's cute!!!!!) Is he eating well??? (should be, all the commercial people should give him something to eat everyday..).........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt;,let me get a chance to meet him, talk to him, and take a pic with him when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in Fukuoka Airport!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-5494856137744476486?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/5494856137744476486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youre-obssessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5494856137744476486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/5494856137744476486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youre-obssessed.html' title='You know you&apos;re obsessed....'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6aUDcf01I/AAAAAAAAAGk/EObexEqV2A0/s72-c/xngfjhfjgkj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-1655900118531506195</id><published>2008-11-27T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:54:22.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought : The Finale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6T7QIxqXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MvGDGm087v8/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273314859850770802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6T7QIxqXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MvGDGm087v8/s200/DSC05488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the true face of SPM!!! And yeah!!! I stepped pver it!!!! Look at it's face, it's squirming!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Actually, it's my sis in Aloe Vera facial mask from Watsons, she agrred to model for SPM.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's over, phew~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after thoughts for the third week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt; : Phew, ya know, when you did it well once, you'll really have confidence the next time. Well, i read some chapters before hand, so, reading the day before exam was OK, still jammed in chapter 3! (curse those hormones!!). Paper 3, phew!!!!!!!!!! Thank god it wasn't the J-tube experiment or anything to do with potometer!!(The horror!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; : I knew i could do this one!!! I spent loads of time on it,when i was sleeping over at a friend's house..(cuz i suddenly fell in love with physics).....Underestimated paper 1 a bit though, got 2~3 wrong, CURSES!!!!!!!! The experiment part, Fuyoh, tercuak, so unexpected!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahasa Cina&lt;/strong&gt; : OMG OMG OMG!!!! PAPER 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So many salah!!!!!!!!!! Paper 1 quite OK worh, thank god i wrote one of the quiestions before!! Come on Mr. Vice minister of education, do something about the super high A1 marks(hiaya, this year 70 A1 larh)!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*now,consider this as the end of SPM cuz you can't study EST*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EST&lt;/strong&gt; : URGH!!! Ate too much instand noodle, stomach felt weird, paper 1 scared me in the beginning cuz i didnt pay much attention to the questions but it turned out just fine! Paper 2, fuyoh, the information transfer part kills!!!!!!!!! Use &lt;em&gt;causes&lt;/em&gt;, or use &lt;em&gt;can cause&lt;/em&gt;, my brain is filled with tht quiestion................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's officially over, &lt;strong&gt;NS second batch&lt;/strong&gt;, so, now, enjoy my trip to Taiwan at 1st DECEMBEr, should be able to blog in my trip this time.....nahahahaha, and finish the Fantastic Deer-man by Tamaki Hiroshi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-1655900118531506195?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/1655900118531506195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1655900118531506195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/1655900118531506195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-finale.html' title='Afterthought : The Finale!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6T7QIxqXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MvGDGm087v8/s72-c/DSC05488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-3660871459844330326</id><published>2008-11-27T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:29:29.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6Qz-WlphI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DEVIlEXAwcU/s1600-h/vuyclu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273311436282897938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6Qz-WlphI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DEVIlEXAwcU/s320/vuyclu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; As embarassing as it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It still tugs the heartstrings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pink little flower that appears during foggy days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never fails to bestow me a smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gave it a smile too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because i want to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thought it would dissapear one day though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day when the fogs cleared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wasn't there anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always wondered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it just my imagination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was the flower never there to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-3660871459844330326?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/3660871459844330326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-embarassing-as-it-is-it-still-tugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3660871459844330326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/3660871459844330326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-embarassing-as-it-is-it-still-tugs.html' title=''/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SS6Qz-WlphI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DEVIlEXAwcU/s72-c/vuyclu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8231432507676090089</id><published>2008-11-22T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:40:32.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Charity Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSijv8IPUeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FeItJXL9XHc/s1600-h/DSC05493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271643407827030498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSijv8IPUeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FeItJXL9XHc/s320/DSC05493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, without bothering the BIO paper on monday(ticket already rm30 lerh!!!! and have to "peng chang" my music teacher,heh~), went to a Guitar Charity Night organised by City Music and Music Element for the Pusat Kanak-kanak terencat Akal Melaka on saturday. Hehe. Well, overall it was enjoyable, they used accoustic guitars, and boy, i never knew that guitars could produce so many different kinds of sounds besides the usual strumming and picking sound. Now that's really cool, not the usual i-am-princely-and-play-for-girls kind of playing. The performers rocked too, i especially like the 2nd song played by the second guitarist, apa liao arr, some Tsubasa my hero, errr by a Japanese guitarist. Then, a girl by the name of Ika Huang performed too, and sang,man, she's good!!! Hmm, she's an artist under Yuan Wei Ren's Company, that makes sense i guess. Then the last guy's Roger Wang, the pros call him the Tommy Emmanual of Malaysia, well, i dont know much about guitars, but he is really really good!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, i think i could've enjoyed more if i didnt watch Nodame Cantabile earlier, which caused me to be crazy of classical music once more (arh, classics are always the best~~~),cz i was never a big fan of guitars, nevertheless, the performance was of very high standard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8231432507676090089?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8231432507676090089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/guitar-charity-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8231432507676090089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8231432507676090089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/guitar-charity-night.html' title='Guitar Charity Night'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSijv8IPUeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FeItJXL9XHc/s72-c/DSC05493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-7345499502969635294</id><published>2008-11-20T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:54:25.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought: Second Week of SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSU_Hs80V_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/JcLllB0BrDU/s1600-h/hfxkj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270688340464916466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSU_Hs80V_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/JcLllB0BrDU/s320/hfxkj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh No, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add Math&lt;/strong&gt; : (ok, ya guys know Mozart's famous "Tam tam tam Tam~~, Tam Tam Tam TAAAAAMMMm" song right?) Apply it here, for add maths it's "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE DIE DIE DDDIIIIEEEE!!!!, DIE ~DIE~ DIE ~DDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Ok,enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral&lt;/strong&gt; : Phew, so after getting A1 (for the first time in my life!!) in my trials, feel rather confident on the subject! Aftre all the hardwork on trials, i manage to memorise all the nilais in just 2 hours at home!! (36 of em, SCORE!!!!). It shouldn't be a problem, there wasn't much things about laws we need to fill in, phew thank god, i'm not good at em, this should be a happy subject, hehe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt; : Ya kiddin me, i love this subject!!(the school and tuition teacher who teaches me!! Mukya~) Paper 1 was so easy i thought i was dreaming!! (pls dont leave sarcastic comments like,"fu yoh, sumone very clever lorh" after reading this, i hate people talking like that all the time.) Hehe, though we called Our dear Oscar Yeo for answers hehe!!! It was so nice hearing his voice, haha! Then, Paper 2 was also not as hard as i anticipated! wagaggaag! Then, ate at yee Hein's house.(Thanks for the keropok!!). but Paper 3 was, URGH!!!!!! WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE AN EXTRA EQUATION!!!!! NO!!!!!! and i got it WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This subject!!!!! MUST GET A1!!!!!*Tie a head band around head, Yee Hein joins too.*, or i won't be able to see Oscar in the face anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arh, i guess rachmaninoff can wait.......hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-7345499502969635294?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/7345499502969635294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-second-week-of-spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7345499502969635294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/7345499502969635294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-second-week-of-spm.html' title='Afterthought: Second Week of SPM'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SSU_Hs80V_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/JcLllB0BrDU/s72-c/hfxkj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2117772872133955614</id><published>2008-11-14T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:28:46.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterthought : First Week of SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4v2l6FCNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QcDNxK4sZ-M/s1600-h/ylifviv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268701229005211858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4v2l6FCNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QcDNxK4sZ-M/s320/ylifviv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4vr_sntxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nc9ip9zjw7I/s1600-h/ylifviv.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes, miahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BM&lt;/strong&gt; : Phew i thought it would kill me, and Hong Shien keeps "spotting" all those super hard+difficult+weird questions, such as perbandingan teknik plot(gasp and die man if keluar). For paper one part A, they've practically gave us the points, but OHNO, tak sempat masuk at least 4 peribahasa, sorry Rengga!! As for part B, URGH!!!! I READ QUESTION 5 wrongly!! i thought it was kepentingan BAHASA ( it was budi bahasa), so i did no.4 instead. ........No harm, no harm, didn't do that bad.......hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BI&lt;/strong&gt; : The tutup mata also can dapat A subject (in my dreams......). Well, it wasn't really that hard, and the english essay was darn funny!! Our third choice for essay was "my perfect future husband or wife". I laughed when i saw that quiestion, and i think i heard people laughing too. So i wrote a story regarding stars, thanks Oh Japanese Educational Movie for giving me inspiration and Thanks Hiroshi Tamaki for being the image of the guy in my story, miahahaha. *Ah Tam also wrote stars, Yee Hein too, Loh wrote the Future Husband thingie~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEJ&lt;/strong&gt; : It...also wasn't as hard as i thought. Hehe. I only got 6~7 differences with VIvien after checking with her.(Ok, it's still bad, but not my usual worse situation where i'd get at least 15 wrong answers.) Haha,since the papers were split into two days, man, i nearly FORGOT EVERYTHING during the essay paper, where you can't guess!!!!! Thanks god very "zhap" dao, Arab Jahiliah keluar. Did i mention too that IJC teachers are terrific question spotters, they told us to pay attention tp Pahang and Melaka papers, and guess what, most questions are really from Melaka and Pahang trials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mod Math&lt;/strong&gt; : This paper was so dissapointing. For paper 1,i thought it would be easy to the extent that you needn't think at all and just pakai buat, well, but somehow i NEEDED to read few questions a few times to start doing, URGH!!!!!!!!! And i got about 3~4 wrong answers, SHOOT!!!!!!! Paper 2 was Ok, haha. Nothing much to say for this paper, it's definitely A1 for our entire class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Guan Yin Ma and Gong Gong(my paternal grandpa) for helping me through, i'll remember to pray everyday before i go to the exam hall. You helped me so much in BM and SEJ. *i forgot to pray for the Mod Math paper, see larh~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-2117772872133955614?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2117772872133955614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-first-week-of-spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2117772872133955614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2117772872133955614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/afterthought-first-week-of-spm.html' title='Afterthought : First Week of SPM'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4v2l6FCNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QcDNxK4sZ-M/s72-c/ylifviv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6050008179134484925</id><published>2008-11-09T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:08:07.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's on fire!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Real guys : Kanata Hongo, Koike Teppei, Eiji Wentz, Tetsuji Tamayama, Sakurai Sho, Yamapi, Lee Jun Ki, ........ Sorry, you guys are so beaten by this new drool worthy guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime : Syaoran, Yu Kanda, Ravi, D'Eon, Tsukimori, Hihara .................somehow you guys aren't hot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266902945795239602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRfMUu6VbrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2nTz7l5EqH4/s320/ytjtyj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guys must be on FIRE to make all anime guys look...normal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the one and only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....TAMAKI HIROSHI(玉木宏)!!!!!!!!!!! Aka Chiaki Shinichi from Nodame Cantabile!!!! Gya-bu!!!! Ok, he might not be those "ikuta toma-or-yamapi" guy that looks super striking straightaway, it takes time to find out that he's REALLY HOT... neheheeh.....Somehow when we watch Nodame Cantabile with the aircond on, it's still warm and not cold enough, oh, ya, cuz he's too hot, miahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, he can be funny too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266903267059969218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRfMnbt0LMI/AAAAAAAAADE/g9XvMw0H4W0/s320/trytryrtytrytr.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268698593108175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4tdKbQK3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_WcUpqK1epM/s320/rtgrtgr.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268698935855883490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SR4txHQrJOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DjYS8oVLess/s320/tyhytht.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in 14/1/1980 in Nagoya, Japan, he was scouted by a talent agent while he was shopping during his high school period. About 20 i guess, he started acting career and did all the "ciplang" charactors(i think so larh, i'll call them chiplang since those charactors didn't really make him THAT famous). He became rather well known after the 2006 Nodame Cantabile where he was Chiaki Shinichi in the show. (think Tsukimori from La Corda). Haha, and somehow dunno what year, he beat Kimura Takuya and Ueto Aya (now this two are like megastars man!!), and became the commercial king of the year for appearing so many times. He sings, models, acts, and is really good in archery!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't drool alll over him!!!! Kareshi wa watashi no HUBBY!!!!!! MIAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6050008179134484925?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6050008179134484925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6050008179134484925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6050008179134484925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-on-fire.html' title='He&apos;s on fire!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRfMUu6VbrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2nTz7l5EqH4/s72-c/ytjtyj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-9202560197497286702</id><published>2008-11-07T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:25:50.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRUtY-qIi5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/iXaFuuw1Uhk/s1600-h/hbjkhlk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266165246439492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRUtY-qIi5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/iXaFuuw1Uhk/s320/hbjkhlk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You say what you like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I respect it as your freedom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for wanting to make me a better person, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i am nothing but a mere rock, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stubborn and absorb things slow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless something crashes and shreds me,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless you're a diamond, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't mould me into the shape you want me to be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am no precious gem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So aren't you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't talk like you know better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When in fact you know as less as i do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be a critic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you are in fact as lousy as i am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is fairly unfair to everyone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It serves no purpose, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why are you like this? Why can't you be like that?", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope i am a stereotypical girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then everything can go like the way TV dramas do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Predictable, Young, and Bashful, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sadly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as i don't know much about myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; saying everything out loud DOESN'T make me feel better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unless the person i talk to is the right person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hontoni Arigatou gozaimasu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For that one and only Tomodachi i feel so comfortable with, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the others, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for being there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the advice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i'll take'em when i want'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-9202560197497286702?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/9202560197497286702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-say-what-you-like-i-respect-it-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9202560197497286702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/9202560197497286702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-say-what-you-like-i-respect-it-as.html' title=''/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SRUtY-qIi5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/iXaFuuw1Uhk/s72-c/hbjkhlk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6551992789391847178</id><published>2008-11-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:22:33.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hyperventilating"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"She finally had the courage to do so. During white day, she finally did it. She gave those chocolates to Motoharu-kun. She was so shy, she stammered, and ran away right after she thrusted the home made chocolates into Motoharu-kun's hand, leaving him all bewildred and "chuak"......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, this is so so so so so Shoujo( anime and manga i mean), ya think it'll never happend, and it's foolish for the girls to fell all shy, scared, and blabla. Oh, but i tell ya, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it happends, and it is just ARGH!!!!!!!!!! EMBARASSING!!!! OMG OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (There i go hyperventilating again...), well, i decided to write it out, though it's&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; not like it's some kind of love confession&lt;/span&gt; or what. BUT I JUST WANNA SAY IT OUT TO BLOGGIE!!!! URGH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like i've said, there's this guy in tuition who looks rather good (well, in my opinion larh...). To me, (my opinion again.), he's one of those rare people who have anime charactor features, like sharp chin, nice facial features, he's just GOOD LOOKING!!!! So, he became an obsession. For one whole year, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i wanted to know what's his name, and tell him he really looks good&lt;/span&gt;. (Dunno why, just wanted to do it.). &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AND FOR 1 WHOLE YEAR, I DIDNT DARE TO DO IT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why?? YOng Luok Wen wor, the gila daredevil wor????&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Answer : He always has this sour expression on his face&lt;/span&gt;. Well, since yesterdays the last day of that particular tuition, i thought if i dont do it, i will so regret it. AND IT WAS STILL SO EMBARASSING!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, mission find out his name. The teacher collected fees from us before his class, which was a bit unusual. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;When he's about to tick my name,i scorched through the list as fast as possible hoping to find a guy's name by the surname of TEO&lt;/span&gt;. Walao, and when the teacher was done, i still couldn't find it. Pathetic as i sound, i asked again to delay time, " Sir, err, do i still owe any fees??" Then he checked again, and i scanned the list again, and he sai,"No, it's cleared.". &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Still couldn't find the NAME&lt;/span&gt;. OMG..............lost..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class went on as usual. Didnt thought too much until the teacher started to talk about other topics and gave us Pra SPM taklimat (not to sleep too late, bring your ICs, take 6~7 red pens into the exam hall, ...). That's when i acted. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, maybe i couldn't tell him, why not write a note?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did,ya know, said how he looks good, and good luck in SPM and pls dont get offended (weird, no one should get offended when he's praised for looking good, but.....Alah, dunno larh, just write larh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, i wanted to take a picture with the teacher, but there were too many people passing up the fees. So, out of the corner of my eye,i saw that guy walking out of the further doors with his friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then,(cheh, perfect timing man i tell ya..), as i went to the nearer doors, he was there and while clutching the UMBRELLA  really hard with my left hand, i sort of shoved the note to him with my trembling right hand and stammered&lt;/span&gt;, (all nervous,i dunno if i was giggly, shaking, and definitely hyperventilating) "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm, errrrr, this one is for you....&lt;/span&gt;" (The English came out all cacat-ed.......).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That moment,i tell ya, it's like everything is gone&lt;/span&gt;. (Not in a good way....totally embarassing...). There should be lotsa people, but there just don't seem to be any anywhere. If he was like those "really? Ok, thanks" and smiled walking away. I would be totally fine. BUT NO!!!!!! &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;HE WAS AS SHOCKED AS I AM&lt;/span&gt;. When he saw the note, he was very very very very very chuak and terperanjat...................(OMG OMG OMG!!! So regret this now...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's like the paper is some sort of bomb or terrorist material or what, he kept asking "Who give this arr?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i stammered harder, being so so so &lt;strong&gt;DAMN nervous &lt;/strong&gt;and terperanjat also&lt;/span&gt;,"Errrr.....ummmm...ermm, my....my...my.....errr......friend.....errrr....friend......."(feel like digging a hole and never come out....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,"HUh?? Who give this one? Which friend what's her name and all....." &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And He seems to be a bit annoyed.............(Oh man!!!), and kept asking like some sort of police officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stammered harder, reaching the peak point of all nervousness," Errrrrrrrrrm...um....errrr, firned larh, er, just a friend larh...........ummm. friend la........(the like a weird freak)....i dunno larh, errrr, dunno larh....(&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;strating to cabut as i say........).....dunno dunno dunno...&lt;/span&gt;", then went away with top speed....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the most embarassing thing i did, OH MAN! And i can only use one word to describe it : Hyperventilating. Since it's the last day of tuition, i dont think i'll ever see him again. If he does see this post i just wanna say : Sorry yah, dont get offended please....Note to self, never laugh at the girls on shoujo animes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6551992789391847178?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6551992789391847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hyperventilating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6551992789391847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6551992789391847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/11/hyperventilating.html' title='&quot;Hyperventilating&quot;'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-2143946504000119164</id><published>2008-10-31T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:31:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQu4nBVSW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/VRe6Ilydhlg/s1600-h/DSC05175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263503570024684498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQu4nBVSW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/VRe6Ilydhlg/s200/DSC05175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, a good book and the right book might sound similiar, but you can tell the distinction between them. At certain times, a good book just doesnt make feel right, but the right book which might not be mind-bogging will just do the right thing. You dont read Biology Success Reference Book after a hugh break up right? (That's just a random example). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after being really low over my results for quite some time, i picked up this book and started reading a few pages. Well, i got hooked eventually. So, long story short, it's a short story collection about the life and times of a teacher with his class of elite students from Taipai Zian Zhong, top boys' high school in Taiwan i guess. (But their uniforms..urgh..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire the teacher's spirit. He sure put a lot of effort into those students. He's more than their Math teacher, he's their friend and the borderline is still there too. Talk about balancing! I am not sure about teachers nowadays, one like me shouldn't complain much, but with our stuffed curriculum, teachers really dont seem to enjoy teaching and students just aint having fun learning. And do we really learn more? Nah, we're so far behind others in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The students are really geniuses. Imagine having about 10+ mathematic olympiad medalists in a class, freaky! Hmmm, you'd think i am weird for taking more blows by reading how people triumph and you dont. Weird enough, reading about them makes we really~ Happy. Wakaranai!!!! But if that's the case, no harm larh. There's something about them that makes you think learning is so fun. Those are serious learners, and they really play hard, and learn harder. We'll never reach their standards? Of course, we have totally different ways, though striving makes the bleak truth temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really laughed quite hard reading it, the students are really awesome. I got the chance to go to their school anniversary carnival last year, but unfortunately, while the guy was explaining PCR to me, my mum kept intefering by asking me to get his email......(swt..). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, i wonder if we'll ever be that good. Have faith in us teachers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQu_Pt3-CHI/AAAAAAAAACk/ktzYlEVeM8A/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC05174.JPG"&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/3431863901194551543-2143946504000119164?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/2143946504000119164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2143946504000119164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/2143946504000119164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/right-book.html' title='The right book'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQu4nBVSW9I/AAAAAAAAACM/VRe6Ilydhlg/s72-c/DSC05175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-6172019474460402412</id><published>2008-10-31T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:52:04.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bokura Ga ita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQr6C34o6AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oinMieUpAus/s1600-h/jnlj;kkl"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263294041804040194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQr6C34o6AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oinMieUpAus/s320/jnlj%3Bkkl%27.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hein's&lt;/span&gt; blog one day and heard the song 'Suki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dakara&lt;/span&gt;' which was totally amazing. Since it's from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bokura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ita&lt;/span&gt;, i decided to watch it. Like she said, "The song's rather good, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't be that bad." Well, it's true after all, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anime's&lt;/span&gt; rather good, i cant put it into the blood+ and D.Gray-man category(which is the A plus plus band), but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; give it a 7 out of 10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I was rather hooked when i watch it, i even downloaded the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; in flash. The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; just oozes sweetness!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shojo&lt;/span&gt;, so some of the plots are rather predictable, but sometimes, cliche still tugs the heartstrings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Takahashi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nanami&lt;/span&gt; ( known as Nana-CHAN), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Motoharu&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt;) goes to the same high school. About 2/3 of the school's population has a crush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt;, but Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; never thought she'd join their ranks too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yano's&lt;/span&gt; quite a jerk, when Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; first confesses to him, but later on they went out together. And Oho, ya think it's gonna be sweet all the way. Na-ah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yano's&lt;/span&gt; still not through with his ex-girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt; Nana( know as Nana-SAN), who died in a car accident. To make things worse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt; Yuri aka Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;san's&lt;/span&gt; sister is always sticking her butt into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; and Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; relationship. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;!!! Oh, let's not forget the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;-guy-who-likes-the-main-girl-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;charactor&lt;/span&gt;-but-his-love-is-always-unrequited person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Takeuchi&lt;/span&gt;, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Yano's&lt;/span&gt; best friend, but he likes Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt; too, he always takes his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;oppurtunity&lt;/span&gt; whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; and Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;chan's&lt;/span&gt; not in good terms, but never succeeds though..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQr_aiacUJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rzK60PGGAUs/s1600-h/ftjtul.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263299945915240594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQr_aiacUJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rzK60PGGAUs/s320/ftjtul.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my favourite picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; and Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;. They just look so sweet and innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, i have a feeling the Taiwanese TV and gonna film it into TV dramas, like honey and clover, NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Who's gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Takahashi&lt;/span&gt; without being too disgustingly sweet??? What about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; who's cool on the outside but has a heart of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Cancerian&lt;/span&gt; inside?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Takeuchi&lt;/span&gt;?????? Are they gonna make him look bad just because he's the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; main guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;charactor&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I cant imagine anyone being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Takahashi&lt;/span&gt; besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Miyazaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Aoi&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Otsuka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;,too hard to find, i bet they make "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;xiao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt;", aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; Yuan Chang to be him, oh no, can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;jatuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;pengsan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Kuei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Lun&lt;/span&gt; Mei can be Nana-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; i guess, or Yuri, but they guys! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Uekkkk&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263303115508556706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQsCTCEYI6I/AAAAAAAAABE/UaPRpTZVs_o/s320/ghkvhulihl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this scene as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is super random, but to me, taking a bike ride from a guy is one of the most romantic things that can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. Though from personal experience with some friends(Thanks Joanne, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Hein&lt;/span&gt; and Kai Bin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...) , you'll need a butt made of steel if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; gonna put any cloth on your seat, plus you must be able to balance well if you wanna sit sideways. Not so romantic now eh???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;~, it would be so nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Shojo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;fantasyland&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-6172019474460402412?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/6172019474460402412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bokura-ga-ita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6172019474460402412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/6172019474460402412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bokura-ga-ita.html' title='Bokura Ga ita'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQr6C34o6AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oinMieUpAus/s72-c/jnlj%3Bkkl%27.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3431863901194551543.post-8951283646167272263</id><published>2008-10-30T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:46:01.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newwie bloggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQqpTgC1vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pGDtSH45zVU/s1600-h/libtcltgc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263205267020299714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQqpTgC1vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pGDtSH45zVU/s200/libtcltgc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be faithful to my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/luccarayloo"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;, but i really cant stand the slow speed anymore, all the waiting is such a waste of time, thus i am back blogger. Hehe. Though i will not delete my old Xanga, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had a few past blogger blogs before, forgot the 1st one though, second was Tammyanne(yah, weird.................), 3rd was Yamashita-misako(was very into xxxholic.), so this'll be my fourth, waagagaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO, blogger, nice collaborating with ya again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3431863901194551543-8951283646167272263?l=luccarayloo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/feeds/8951283646167272263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/newwie-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8951283646167272263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3431863901194551543/posts/default/8951283646167272263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luccarayloo.blogspot.com/2008/10/newwie-bloggie.html' title='Newwie bloggie'/><author><name>LuccaR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05895531541415922478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SfqjniTbAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3i9Z-UZSXqE/S220/DSC06043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsI0x4C_Lvc/SQqpTgC1vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pGDtSH45zVU/s72-c/libtcltgc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
