<?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-7220244059858683819</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:15:21.620+08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Latest Issue'/><category term='work life'/><category term='music'/><category term='personal'/><category term='book'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='uum life'/><title type='text'>jacobylicious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Creativity :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how torturing it can be when u're in some boring class n waiting for the time to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was exactly what i encountered in today Credit Man's class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lectures were severely boring becuz of the lecturer's monotone voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I'm not even sure that he has finished his sentence onot (keeps talking Bla-Bla-Bla).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually end up doodling over the entire class hour like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did the same again in Credit class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lecture just damn boring to the extent that all my creativity had been provoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Share wif u some of my so-called artistic drawing I doodled today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591716322190022498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LukSSFrRPMY/TZnEXmzj12I/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ly9X8IrNtQU/s400/DSC05039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspired by the recent famous game - Angry Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591716445188915042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4dj5HrNqFfY/TZnEexAx_2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/LMLgLQs8W2E/s400/DSC05040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out, sometimes it can be a Happy Bird too :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591715497125624674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ysl1ESqxyT4/TZnDnlM4O2I/AAAAAAAAAv4/vGXiS-JZsPU/s400/DSC05037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Go Power Ranger!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss those days when Power Ranger conquered the kids world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be very shallow, but when i was a kid, i just loved it to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah baby, so nostalgic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591715924130050066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkT7NNyLVSI/TZnEAb6qsBI/AAAAAAAAAwA/8RWPaJJpNzY/s400/DSC05038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To match the rangers, here come the modern version sailormoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly the passionate doodle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591715211806210674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j17Z6rJ2pmI/TZnDW-TbenI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xoWoZKWFrjk/s400/DSC05036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love feels right when u meet the right person :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another lame post, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6903747921581489838?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6903747921581489838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6903747921581489838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7340264492062864019</id><published>2011-03-27T19:03:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T03:36:14.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever frens of mine from other UNIs mention the words - Prom/Course Nite, i would automatically pull a face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is simply becuz I hadnt been to one b4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much to my delight, last 2 weeks, I finally got the chance to go to Prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was organized collectively by a group of students from tradewinds (if i'm not mistaken). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There isnt any theme for the prom i guess, just got to know it's a masquerade, so I supposed we have to wear a mask or sth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the event, we paid RM65 each person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite costly rite! but no surprise, inflation again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wat to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already in my last semester, and this is like the oni chance i have to go to a prom and brag abt it infront of my snobbish frens mentioned earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Considering losing face is a very important issue in my culture (LOL),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just followed my gang and went for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588810943090233954" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYiV2YAcMzA/TY9x8SO1kmI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ej7GM6a1Cu4/s400/DSC04831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prom Menu~~more like chinese style, so are the performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588812523963831586" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHzWdnnrUDI/TY9zYTceVSI/AAAAAAAAAvY/_rtOg_o-qSo/s400/DSCF6770.JPG" border="0" /&gt; During the game session between the Prom King n Queen nominees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588812173635487442" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kv-ezUZVLY/TY9zD6XsBtI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kB5M7niDQR4/s400/DSCF6771.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Keith and his partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and some ridiculous pics of us with the mask. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pic #1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588714455997929986" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUtfoCaCLfM/TY8aL_zY2gI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/h4JOcOmPltY/s400/DSC04833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hami n I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What conclusion can u draw from Pic #1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Answer: People get more handsome with the mask on :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pic #2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588716018101208274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLVIxTM7QZk/TY8bm7F1RNI/AAAAAAAAAt4/T_bf1TnhByE/s400/DSCF6752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again, people get prettier with the mask on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just teasing, she doesnt look bad without mask:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588724263911160082" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3Je4LwC-IQ/TY8jG5IH-RI/AAAAAAAAAug/g_lB9j3N5zM/s400/For%2Bblog%2B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bee and her lovely roommate-XinYee.&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pic #3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 297px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588719812532702978" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZeNMaLkUb9E/TY8fDyczDwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Spcoo-a-T3s/s400/for-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The infamous Don Juan-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In cantonese, we call this 4-Ham-Sap-Lou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pic #5:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 312px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588717986652364370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3KDfXZ83cM/TY8dZghAHlI/AAAAAAAAAuA/86oo8YioNxg/s400/DSCF6799.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Group photo of us with mask on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xin Yee obviously knows how to steal the spotlight,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she's fitting in by standing out with that Fugly mask, LOL. &lt;/p&gt;Of course there are other regular pics of me and my coursemates: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588714906773864082" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9mZvw0QaiA/TY8amPEvvpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/fZcUxX-D7Kw/s400/DSCF6741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588715152558037170" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXpeg-ims9E/TY8a0isQmLI/AAAAAAAAAto/xlQjQEt30fU/s400/DSCF6737.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here we are, sitting at the same table :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588715392697894370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAp4-q2OClY/TY8bChSEBeI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y2BOjbIRmmc/s400/DSCF6784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The indian guy standing behind was the emcee that nite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is definitely one of the emcees that u can find in this uni that rocks and doesnt suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588713912012645282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AkOWSEqfPr8/TY8ZsVTMI6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/xvxzTcQyY40/s400/contrast%2Bversion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The pretty and handsome Financiers~~all final year students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time really flies! and my last semester felt particular fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant believe I'm gonna say GOODBYE to all these fabulous people i met in this uni soon :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prom King &amp;amp; Queen of the nite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588824432827187042" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80pAEUOGYzQ/TY9-NfawP2I/AAAAAAAAAvg/mXILig_v-OA/s400/prom%2Bking%2Bn%2Bqueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wouldnt care much cuz I dont know either one of them, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Personally, I would dub these two "The Prom King &amp;amp; Queen".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588726258445256210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iacsuBDZ_EY/TY8k6_WHBhI/AAAAAAAAAuo/E15nbWCWXd8/s400/DSCF6840.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just like the young version of Hugh Hefner with the bombshell:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-upon-prom.html' title='Once upon a Prom'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYiV2YAcMzA/TY9x8SO1kmI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ej7GM6a1Cu4/s72-c/DSC04831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7959139491962746040</id><published>2011-03-01T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:46:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had VODKA right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roomate's asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinking a full glass of wine that I smuggled into UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strangely enuf, I cant feel the alcohol at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the 14% alcohol is not strong enuf to discard the unhappiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I had Vodka right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can no longer contain the unhappiness, feel like spilling it all out by tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, "it" is taxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very taxing, so much so that I feel like I'm being suffocated by my own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could turn back time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the days when ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7959139491962746040?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-8467697037916858174</id><published>2011-01-02T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:51:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fav tweets for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out my favourite tweets for 2011,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Happy New Year! Starting this year, my MV husband will become my real life husband."&lt;strong&gt;Ayu_19980408 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Things are gonna change in 2011 I'm gonna have a beautiful wife :) " &lt;strong&gt;Mannie69&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So glad to read the headline today that my teen idol - Ayumi's engaged to Austrian model Manuel Schwarz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557592293036472338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TSCIvsDjOBI/AAAAAAAAAso/05-zRlvVuDE/s400/01a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe, "All shall be well, and Manuel shall have Ayu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to c this couple tie the knot soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-8467697037916858174?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8467697037916858174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=8467697037916858174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8467697037916858174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8467697037916858174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/fav-tweets-for-2011.html' title='Fav tweets for 2011'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TSCIvsDjOBI/AAAAAAAAAso/05-zRlvVuDE/s72-c/01a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-22183600406412300</id><published>2011-01-02T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:10:28.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ_JoKUIOPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZ_JoKUIOPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even though I'm not a christian or any of those things, I love gospel music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it strange?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, maybe u might think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But personally I think good music should be accessible to everyone regardless of religion or any other concerns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I might just be enjoying the music and not paying much attention to the lyric)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure how many versions of "Hallelujah" are out there, but to me, this is the best version I have ever heard so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the way Alexandra sings this song, kinda sad but at the same time full of hope and zest and so powerful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;ENJOY THIS SONG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-22183600406412300?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/22183600406412300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=22183600406412300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/22183600406412300'/><link 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the old saying goes, time flies when you're having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That had definitely been the case for us at Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My frens &amp;amp; I had been planning for this budget trip over half a year oredy. (What a shame it took so long) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So glad we finally fulfilled our travel dream again in this December without breaking our bank or our sanity. HuHu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In this post, you'll come across these two emoticons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quite often, which i 'll use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to work out my very own "emoticon rating".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(The # of emoticons will show the amount of my likes and dislikes about certain things I saw/encountered in Singapore.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553183552587485106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRDfBOCEz7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/dSKBJYjiFTA/s400/merlion.JPG" /&gt;Merlion, mythical symbol of Singapore &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:):):)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically this is a 2 days trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With such a short trip we had to wander around Singapore rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just glad that everything turned out alright in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very first thing we did after getting off the bus is find our way to our one night's accomodation in Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553827383506129730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRMolHG4U0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xMgEcZU2MbM/s400/inn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group Photo in front of The InnCrowd Backpacker Hostel where we spent a good stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tables of Ang mohs having beer came into sight when we got in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's quite awkward in the beginning cuz the place truly seemed like a hostel owned by a &lt;strong&gt;genuine backpacker&lt;/strong&gt; for only&lt;strong&gt; genuine backpackers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we all looked like some kind of intruders when we walked in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Main reason booking this hostel in the first place was due to the damn cheap price - SGD 22 per night. (Trust me, this is already the cheapest rate out there during this festive month of Dec.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway we survived the intriguing stares from the Angmohs and the biatch receptionist (would mention this biatch again later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a good nite though in the Dorm #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything there was kind of homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell from the pics below: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181428491610754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRDdFlKJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/4SA3DNDBnp8/s400/inn8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553182463958285426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRDeB2kpfHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/j9zwDJ61GsY/s400/inn11.JPG" /&gt;Dun we look like having breakfast at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emoticon Rating for the Inncrowd Backpackers Hostel: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Singapore we almost entirely travelled by public transprt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People always tell me that Singapore has the most remarkable and efficient public transport system in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having ridden the MRT and the bus in Singapore, the claim has been justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The MRT and buses are super punctual, efficient, esp the buses &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four to six minutes for each train/bus to show up, definitely beat the shit out of our "oh-so-proud" rapid KL and LRT/Monorail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing I dislike about MRT is that I dun understand why the hell we have to have a SGD1 deposit on the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the ex-link card system is a very convenient and cheap way of travelling around Singapore, but as a tourist who just stay here for 2 days, I dun think ex-link is my decent choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why we chose to buy the temporary cards which we have to deposit to get the SGD1 back at the end of our journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553184671418615490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRDgCWANBsI/AAAAAAAAAok/0J59Oew8OZ4/s400/mrt.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, the MRT Ticketing Machine where u can get back ur deposit here, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Freaking MAFAN &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:( :( :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After checking into our hostel we took the MRT to the Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, Marina Bay is like the landmark capital of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can find all those skyscrapers within vicinity at Marina Bay area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553686363070974930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKoUpDGy9I/AAAAAAAAArE/pus8Kr_OuTg/s400/archt8.JPG" /&gt;To name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.The Esplande&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553684192932559458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKmWUpyemI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Kz239pUazno/s400/archt3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553684728860911042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKm1hJEJcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/f51o-3TL3OA/s400/archt4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The durian shaped building is mainly a performing art center plus a mix of offices, apartments, and shopping complex (if i'm not mistaken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside there, we saw gospel choir performing christmas songs and teenagers practising dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A place full of vibe and energy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Merlion Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553731857934085602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRLRsynubeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PWJ-9h8ebQM/s400/me.jpg" /&gt;Taking fancy photo with the lion-fish is a must do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553741905448873426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRLa1oh7LdI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FK8IpcqZDcc/s400/mini%2Bmerlion2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A miniature of the Merlion &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Fullerton Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRM7jZQWN1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/gvLWbDAo4Hc/s1600/marina%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553685353384428914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKnZ3rExXI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FZpj-5LO7Yg/s400/archt5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you tell this is a 5-star hotel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rather surprised when Amerie told me this former general post office is now an extravagant 5-star hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Somehow the hotel looks kinda striking sitting understatedly amongst many other modern skyscrapers at the Marina Bay area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This made me kinda curious what it might look like interiorly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perhaps it has ceiling encrusted with precious stones or even glimmering floors covered with gold, hope to get rich someday soon and spend a night at this hotel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Marina Bay Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553687463690159650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKpUtLKxiI/AAAAAAAAArM/t-eBuJMP0D4/s400/archt9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive entertainment and casino complex - Marina Bay Sands Resort &amp;amp; Casino is AWESOME! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both architecture and interior design of Marina Bay Sands is truly worth mentioning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The spectacular, flamboyant and unique architecture/interior design really blew me away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let the pics do the talking:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553690488179136258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKsEwRiFwI/AAAAAAAAArc/NNnFs1EH0QY/s400/archt7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553691731829095634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKtNJOyfNI/AAAAAAAAArk/ytbAHmH5Bx4/s400/archt6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 level shoppes have many brands of fashion I havn't seen in M'sia b4 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553847620334261010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRM6_DKsExI/AAAAAAAAAsY/IAXsIsS9ePg/s400/marina4.JPG" /&gt;Stairlike 3D architecture &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553848244738864978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRM7jZQWN1I/AAAAAAAAAsg/gvLWbDAo4Hc/s400/marina%2B5.JPG" /&gt;This aluminium sculpture is like glittering water flowing when the wind blows. Breathtaking! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We didnt spend much time admiring all those spectacular art architecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;straightly headed to the casino to have our dinner n try our luck, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553730800864884306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRLQvQuydlI/AAAAAAAAAr4/DcKV_1Xmfl4/s400/casino1.jpg" /&gt;Group Photo in front of the Marina Bay Sands Casino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the Marina Bay walking tour, we took the bus to Orchard Road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our main reason for visiting Singapore in the first place is seeing Christmas illumination in Orchard Road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553377749768226882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGPo-5-SEI/AAAAAAAAApc/xOYCDrAMBI4/s400/orchard34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As it turns out, the illuminations aren't as inspiring/fascinating as I thought it would be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Glad we made the decision to visit Singapore days b4 christmas, cuz the street was oredy freaking congested with people when we got there, let alone on Christmas Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, we ignored the crowd and happily do our fancy photos with the christmas deco n lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553376547547627858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGOjASPwVI/AAAAAAAAApU/AtMuRyvidlg/s400/arrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Check ur surroundings b4 taking a pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553374402963833218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGMmLFoAYI/AAAAAAAAApM/JIbfNhsQH2o/s400/orchard15.JPG" /&gt;Illuminated Christmas Tree &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553372226010147378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGKndTa6jI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hvfJP6tHdyE/s400/orchard6.jpg" /&gt;Group Photo again on the Orchard RD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553370561072680466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGJGi7ZThI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TPzVJ_Fqu5A/s400/orchard3.jpg" /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;LV&lt;/strong&gt; to pose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553368795186590530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGHfwfV80I/AAAAAAAAAos/3VhOVrvaYJs/s400/orchard1.jpg" /&gt;undoubtedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking tired after walking down the entire Orchard Road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the MRT back to Bugis and spent a good nite at the hostel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, the very first thing we did after having our free breakfast was google to find ways to travel to Sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553380598371604770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRGSOyx8WSI/AAAAAAAAApk/Ug_qf2GSkmw/s400/road.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snapped the map on the computer screen and walked to the right bus stop according to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just waited for the right buses and hopped onto one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is so easy to refer and even if you can't figure out the bus route map at the bus stop, u can ask any of the bus drivers that stop by. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It took us half an hour to get to Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First thing first, we wandered around Vivo city, Singapore largest shopping mall.&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 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553450315482249282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRHRo3QZuEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/WDOJWCAm6XA/s400/vivo0.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always had this fantasy that Singapore is a place full of hip pretties and handsomes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls would deck out in the most hip outfit and always put on extreme makeup and striking hair style like the famous blogger Xia Xue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553695840024611458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRKw8Rc7SoI/AAAAAAAAArw/eKtsedkwiP4/s400/xiaxue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much to my disappointment, I had yet to come across any hip pretties, not even at the Singapore largest shopping mall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed to Sentosa by monorail after an hour walk around Vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hurried through the 4 stations in Sentosa and at last headed to our last destination - Resort World Casino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U must think I am some kind of compulsive gambler, i bet u do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the truth is, I just went in there to taste the not-so-bad coffee and accompannied my frens who wanna try their luck in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553421321326639154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRG3RLnBODI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gASuIULhWsE/s400/universal4.JPG" /&gt;Grab some photos of the Universal Globe b4 entering the casino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The so-called 2 days trip officially ended when we finally got on the bus heading back to KL in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE Singapore for its cleanliness and efficiency &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nonetheless, there is one thing i wanna complain abt Singapore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the people there are kinda haughty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:( :( :( :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A great example is the biatch receptionist i met in the backpackers hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rude incident took place when I was asking the receptionist to pass me back my HP (which I left to charge at the counter since the hostel doesn't allow double plug).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The biatch got a little antsy when handing me my HP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then when I wanna pass my other fren's HP to charge, she gave me a rather FIERCE stare and said " Can u just give me your phones all in one go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freaking RUDE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:( :( :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Felt like slapping her in the face at that moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, exclude the biatch incident, our budget trip this time is truly a big success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Definitely will plan another budget "backpacker" trip again next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5240783601233113840?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5240783601233113840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5240783601233113840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5240783601233113840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5240783601233113840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2010/12/about-singapore.html' title=':) &amp; :( about Singapore!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/TRDfBOCEz7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/dSKBJYjiFTA/s72-c/merlion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1315652239300236384</id><published>2010-08-22T14:47:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:37:55.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Top 5 after Famine 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i'm not mistaken, it's been 7 months since I last updated this godforsaken blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always wanted to post sth regarding my holiday anecdotes, for some reasons, I didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time, the very reason that drove me to write this blog entry was simply to share the good experience of participating in 30-Hour Famine Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frankly speaking, my initial purpose of joining this camp was merely to take up the challenge of fasting for 30 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nth more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And people just kept giving me the same kinda reactions whenever I told them I was going to this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaw-dropping, eyebrow-raising, and as always, the intriguing question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, you're already so freaking skinny, why would u do that to urself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And as always, I would give the SUPER fake answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To help the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Usually I would end up getting beat up by the inquirer. LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this camp turned out to be quite an experience and also an enlightenment to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hav to say fasting isnt as hard as it seems/sounds to be. It had been interesting (since it was my first time), sometimes annoying, sometimes downright tiring, but overall interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The camp was so packed with games, performance and video sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time just flew like no one's business, even the feeling of hunger was no longer there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508169682883359586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THDzJJ7Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/t2EF94D2QhE/s400/famine+30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The oni group photo I grabbed from FB. Havnt taken others from frens.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The slogan for the 30-Hour Famine is "Light up their Life". In chinese, it is "to create no poverty city for the kids".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, it wasnt sth I expected/intended to do when i first joined this camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in the end, it did change my mindset a bit on this whole helping-kids-concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so moved by the video played during the video sharing session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its definitely gonna be on my list of top 5 touching tear-jerkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now u get why the subject line? hahah, pretty lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And TADA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here is my latest list of &lt;strong&gt;TOP 5 Touchin' Tear-Jerkers&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liu Li Interview On Nu Yu's Talk Show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508193716922496562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THEJAHs0NjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/5n4UqQoyJ90/s400/%E5%88%98%E4%B8%BD201001060909462071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is, Liu Li, the lady who had changed my perception about sponsoring a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was trying to hold back my tears when I was watching this interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Google her if u wanna find out her story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Incidentally, RM50 to sponsor a child, considerably cheap rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, this is gonna sound cheesy, like I'm trying to be Mister Malayisa, but perhaps, perhaps I would sponsor one when I start working in the future.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aftershock (movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508209581103057330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THEXbiYNCbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/s80S_yTgsLE/s400/1E85668772295660EAC40A184EDAD4D2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bit boring in the beginning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but man, it gets darned moving at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most touching scene is undoubtedly the one where the mother kneels down in front of the daughter and asking for apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds absurd but u would know the reason why the mother did so if u watch the entire movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand Splendid Suns(Book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508207339489599394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THEVZDt6H6I/AAAAAAAAAl8/qk_8rKgEfo4/s400/A_Thousand_Splendid_Suns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khaled tells us a story of two Afghanistan women and their struggles for lives in a society that thinks they should not live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was entirely engulfed in the lives of the characters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and literally shed tears, as Mariam's being executed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flash back memories are plain tragic and painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Highly recommended by Jacoby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Sister's Keeper (Movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508210102215493410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THEX53rFxyI/AAAAAAAAAmU/75DbRiA4AIw/s400/my_sisters_keeper_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got this movie from a fren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good recommendation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, the adaptation is better than the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heartwrenching scene tt got me weeping: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Kate asks Anna to do one last favor for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sisi, can u do me a favor?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and it is sue for emancipation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; bcuz she believes she will die anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One word~~SAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Japanese Drama: One Litre of Tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508210553165257170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THEYUHl5GdI/AAAAAAAAAmc/S_vEORPf6yA/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In cases like mine, its difficult for a drama to make me shed tears in multiple scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet One Litre of Tears made me shed more tears than I had for any other movie/drama/book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The drama targets at ur tear ducts heartlessly, it might as well sponsored by Kleenex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why this drama has always topped my list.&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&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/7220244059858683819-1315652239300236384?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1315652239300236384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1315652239300236384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1315652239300236384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1315652239300236384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/top-5-after-famine-30.html' title='Top 5 after Famine 30'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/THDzJJ7Ws2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/t2EF94D2QhE/s72-c/famine+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4237344788740658954</id><published>2010-01-09T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:13:33.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest Issue'/><title type='text'>Allah would punish you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/S0g6a1S6t-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BEWEVHulYaM/s1600-h/nuff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a shock to me when I read the newspaper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Churches being burnt because of a small issue - the "Allah" controversy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Evidently, we all know who commited the act of barbarism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those morons (or perhaps we could call them Swaang-avatar language) have never thought about other people's feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All they care about is upholding the usage of the name-Allah, but, as a matter of a fact, they dun even bother to follow what the Allah has asked them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So easily to be influenced by what they listen without thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mayb that's the reason why we call them "Swaang".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my christian fren told me that every cloud has a silver lining, behind every misery, is a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The few million losses due to the incident is nothing if it contributes to a change of government come next election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With all the incidents that we had witnesses (for eg-cow head protest), no serious attempts have been made by our government to ensure the matters are adequately handled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we really need a plan called - One Malaysia, which in truth has made no difference to the country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's truly a good topic to debate over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chatted vigorously on this topic for what seem like hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cursing those swaang and blaming the government...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even its about time to get ready for ko-k, we're still msn-chatting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh, what a day to skip KO-K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, to those "Swaang",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALLAH WOULD DEFINITELY PUNISH YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for what u hav done.&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/7220244059858683819-4237344788740658954?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4237344788740658954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4237344788740658954' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4237344788740658954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4237344788740658954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/allah-would-punish-you.html' title='Allah would punish you!!!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6843947982471921579</id><published>2009-12-10T19:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:51:58.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Langkawi sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The oni thing I like about this trip is the fact that I can hang out with my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dun wanna write an entry that just badmouth this tourist destination, cuz recently i just complained a lot.&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;Instead of showing vanilla photos like one of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413648622313332066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyEkvT_E3WI/AAAAAAAAAlM/7d_Ev7vSEK8/s400/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to make this a laughable blog post that could make me laugh when I read it again someday in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I would let the following funny pictures do the talking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413575780888025730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyDifYh9GoI/AAAAAAAAAkU/uZd6ILKlVXw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pic called "U R NOT ALONE"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413652158203214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyEn9IM6vAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Tmt6LpA2vVY/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just to be clear, this wasnt taken in 1960.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413578858197156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyDlSgZoAyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ehNqh_u7b-0/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of OKU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413581086336341266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyDnUM3Z1RI/AAAAAAAAAkk/xMto_4m44O0/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Who r u kidding!? Mine is bigger than urs"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413584146393579330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyDqGUd5v0I/AAAAAAAAAks/4AR3ncxA5LM/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for the loss of ur "father".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413626982780032450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyERDucS1cI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ADaIQUs5QMQ/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pajmena beauty!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413628722097140178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyESo95zsdI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CTHFaq_oO8k/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turns out, just an ordinary boy who desperately need a facial plastic surgery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6843947982471921579?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6843947982471921579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6843947982471921579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6843947982471921579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6843947982471921579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/langkawi-sucks.html' title='Langkawi sucks'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SyEkvT_E3WI/AAAAAAAAAlM/7d_Ev7vSEK8/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-9086881813117140749</id><published>2009-11-25T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:13:59.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night at the Casino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet you have already watched "Night at the Muzeum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People claim that this is a great movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this claim hasnt been justified, (since i havnt watched it yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what has been justified is that "Night at the Casino" is quite remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a 21-yr-old, I just had my first-time try at wagering (my lecturer, madame khaw claimed this is a better word to use than Gambling) in Genting Highland last nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagined the first time I stepped into a casino on my own, without any purpose of work, it is a bit overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I can give the guards in the front door of the casino a oh-so-proud glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite I know the fact that statistically the house has an edge, I just wanna go there and try it at least once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just makes me feel so adult-like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm glad I did it last night. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though my frens and I did lose some money last night, I'm still glad we had our first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we all were considered rookies, we had to learn all the "rules and regulations" from the scratch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The learning process was a thrill and full of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one of the embarrassing moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the pontoon table, I kept hearing some aunties screaming out the same cantonese dirty word - &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;67"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everytime the dealer draws a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, I was like "&lt;strong&gt;Wah, these aunties are rude&lt;/strong&gt;!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I asked my fren why they are so rude, she told me they were just saying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Picture"&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and definitely not &lt;strong&gt;"67".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So embarrassed at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embarrasing Story #2 is about my fren- B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we were about to start our first bet, we asked B to change money for chips at the Cashier Counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B totally obeyed us and went to the counter asking for changing for chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worker stared at him with a puzzled look and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What do u wanna change? You dun hav any chip"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on we were told tt we can change for chips in the gambling table, the cashier counter is only for cashing in chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow five of us just couldnt stop acting silly in the casino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall, it's a very good experience, but i just didnt see the real fun of wagering in the casino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just dun understand y those uncles aunties like to spend so much time wagering in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The place is filled with smoke and noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got bored after playing the French Boule for just an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps, it would be more exciting if all of my frens and I can sit at the same gambling table to play pontoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least we can scream "Picture, Picture" together.&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/7220244059858683819-9086881813117140749?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9086881813117140749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=9086881813117140749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/9086881813117140749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/9086881813117140749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-at-casino.html' title='Night at the Casino'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-8301202373209552533</id><published>2009-11-07T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:11:35.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2oYkK6u3-c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2oYkK6u3-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A song so special that I wanna share with u guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;: It might trigger the sadness over losing a loved one and bring tears to ur eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prepare the tissue.&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/7220244059858683819-8301202373209552533?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8301202373209552533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=8301202373209552533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8301202373209552533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8301202373209552533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the Sand.'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4829341337397553619</id><published>2009-10-21T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:04:54.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest Issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>How can they cancel Beyonce!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/St6WJGgwLfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Lus0gvlUkhQ/s1600-h/naomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so frigging angry with the whole Beyonce-postponed-concert thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The concert organizers said that the postponement is solely the decision of the artist and has nothing to do with other external reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, come on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all know this is all becuz of those stupid concervative people, who r so free to keep banning this and banning that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, if they are really that outraged at the prospect of watching a pretty young woman shake her scantily-clad body on the stage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why dun they just stay away from the concert and stop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KACAU-KACAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are still people out there like me, who would be glad to watch this kinda show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Furthermore, if the young people in this country is so unstable and easily to be influenced, then I think these concervative people should have done a lot more of works in other fields, and certainly not to protest against a fantastic concert like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really Diu-Na-Sing with these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even our neighbour Indonesia is ok with the morale standard of Beyonce's concert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but why is it so difficult for us to accept this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess somewhere out there, some people must be cursing these conservative people like what i'm doing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily the concert ticket could still be refunded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the only problem left is my two way bus tickets...but i guess those two tickets are non refundable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAIZZZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD LUCK...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAD LUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-4829341337397553619?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4829341337397553619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4829341337397553619' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4829341337397553619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4829341337397553619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-can-they-cancel-beyonce.html' title='How can they cancel Beyonce!?'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4449638765557850638</id><published>2009-10-15T21:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:00:33.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Sabah + Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StdeD_bD4kI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FcmtICnOA28/s1600-h/naomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month is gonna a bc month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just got back from Sabah and now I hav to prepare for my final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always seem to scramble for time whenever exam approaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time, I told myself that if I manage to do whatever I've planned to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this month is gonna be &lt;strong&gt;bananahamic&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me just briefly talk about what I've done these four days in Sabah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main purpose, of course is to attend my sister's convo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 and half yrs of studying, finally she graduated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The happiest person is undoubtedly my father, who just finished second grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392845943757306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc80DYPeKI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Fsq35DLd8v4/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There she is, my sister who decked out nicely in her UMS branded robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having seen both UUM and UMS convo, if u ask me which do u like more, I think I'm gonna have to go with UMS convo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U would agree with me by simply looking at these two pics, not to mention the performance and their systematic arrangement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392862186920960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StdLlh4PYOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LiW14_mgavs/s400/convo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;uum's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833165364977234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StcxMQKGXlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Cori7daFcRI/s400/21.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ums'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides attending the convo, of course we took the opportunity to hit some of the hot spots in KK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot Spot #1: Island/Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manukan Island:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B4 heading to Manukan Island, we rented all those necessities in Jesselton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833968652843250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stcx7Ao2ePI/AAAAAAAAAic/PRQ4hsagSKc/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a shuttle to Manukan Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392836954943324098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc0o1b-_8I/AAAAAAAAAis/iYbWYFwXgRU/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What activities did we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snorkelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392843010607873522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc6JUi6_fI/AAAAAAAAAjU/7XjiOil-IKQ/s400/223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At night, we went to Tanjung Aru Beach:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392833630782459810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StcxnV-Rj6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/gjN7WznKvUs/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though it was the night time, I could vividly c the brown color waves crashing onto the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot Spot #2 : Gaya Street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392840677454670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc4Bg32ajI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a-Q8zcKxla0/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really do think this is a great place to visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's more or less the same as Petaling Street, the only thing different is the cleanliness and tidiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaya street is much cleaner and organized than Petaling Street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below are some of pics i took in Gaya Street:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392830556790830706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stcu0adjtnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/O66utE0W4tU/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392826712941054466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StcrUrAWygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CS0q6djci8A/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot Spot # 3: Seafood Restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392846940374699298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc9uEEWDSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/WGotKRJUNt8/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Huge sea shells at the entrance of the restaurant.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didnt remember the name of the restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, this restaurant wasn't really that good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392838234683887234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc1zU16ToI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PdG4jPoUdKg/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Among all the dishes we ordered, the only one that was considered "not bad" is the "Bak Quek Har" (prawn on the left hand side).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Others were so so-so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only flaw of this trip was that we dun get the chance to climb Gunung Kinabalu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is a bit like going to New York without climbing up to the Statue of Liberty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, I had a great during these four days in KK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the end, I just wanna say something to my sis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To sis,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392825679622658322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/StcqYhmDWRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TIEVCKc58bU/s400/17.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Supposedly I should snap one with all the hats floating in the air, but...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-4449638765557850638?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4449638765557850638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4449638765557850638' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4449638765557850638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4449638765557850638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabah-convo.html' title='Sabah + Convo'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Stc80DYPeKI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Fsq35DLd8v4/s72-c/7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7097490491377178030</id><published>2009-09-16T21:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:09:25.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest Issue'/><title type='text'>I'm a PLASTIC bag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SrD_WWccINI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QGc2ssl4syA/s1600-h/pix_topright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382082314154811602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SrD_WWccINI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QGc2ssl4syA/s400/pix_topright.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiehl's tries to tell Anya Hindmarch that when it comes to doing a good deed for our environment, plastic isn't neccesarily the enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, this is what i read in the latest Kiehl's newsletter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a bit appalling to me to read this in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since public's consciousness of eco-frenly shopping has been raised by Anya Hindmarch in 2007, most of us take PLASTIC as our #1 enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me half an hour to truly understand what's the ultimate motive behind this hype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, this time around, recyling is no longer a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon, upcycling is going to be all the rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This upcycling thing is actually the concept for this bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It encourages consumers to take something that is disposable and transform it into something of greater use and value. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And u only need to fork out RM28 to get this sturdy, utilitarian, eco-frenly bag, which is made from 100% recycled plastic bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I begin to like this kinda products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like I'm-not-a-plastic-bag, this reusable Kiehl's bag combines fashion with the concept of eco-frenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It not only raises the awareness about importance of recycling/upcycling, but it also spread/upgrade the sense of fashion among the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, while u r trying to be eco-frenly, u can also look fashionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is certainly killing two birds with one stone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well done, Kiehl's!&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/7220244059858683819-7097490491377178030?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7097490491377178030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7097490491377178030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7097490491377178030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7097490491377178030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-plastic-bag.html' title='I&apos;m a PLASTIC bag!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SrD_WWccINI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QGc2ssl4syA/s72-c/pix_topright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1626578677364160988</id><published>2009-09-02T20:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:58:04.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><title type='text'>Let it be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would u feel after u have put so much effort into sth, but in the end it turns out to be nth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess no one is more perfect than me to explain this feeling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it is like...after taking tons of yogurt and banana, and yet u r still having really bad constipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a bad description but it really does convey my feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just screwed up my econometric midterm exam this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel really bad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason i care so much about this paper is that I had studied this subject for almost four days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didnt even care about the FMI exam at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My world just revolved around this damned subject during the last 4 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It turned out, days of hard work can't prevail against one silly step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess the only way for me to ease my "pain" now is to keep on whispering words of wisdom: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(u would definitely know what i mean if u hav listened to this song b4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-1626578677364160988?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1626578677364160988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1626578677364160988' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1626578677364160988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1626578677364160988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be...'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7048034945155074557</id><published>2009-07-27T13:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:19:54.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><title type='text'>H1N1 hits UUM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A historical day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For both UUM and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the first time I encountered such a happening in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think u oredy knew it from the title of this entry.&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-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H1N1 is attacking UUM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, my dear Uni has announced to suspend all classes and student activities for six days from today following the high number of students with mild H1N1 symptoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following the announcement, there was a slight riot going on in the entire Uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, I was quite enthusiastic about the forthcoming holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 days of holidays...wat should i do with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, there was no such thing called "what should i do with my 6 days holidays" for my other Uni frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were so bc with packings, and ticket booking once they got informed about the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rumour that everyone would be quarantined once the Uni has closed the front door at 6pm had definitely flustered everyone especially juniors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of them followed the trend of leaving UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hadn't even booked the tickets and yet they just finished packing and fled from UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole situation was like World War 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone was so afraid of the Japanese Soldiers and did their best to flee the battle scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Likewise, in this case, Japanese soldiers were like H1N1 and battle scene was like UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was told that the uni made the decision of suspending classes after a large number of students were referred to the PKU with mild symptoms of the virus.&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;From my point of view, class suspension is a must.&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;And yet allowing the students to return home wasn't a good way to curb the spread of the flu.&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;Dun u think it will oni let the virus to spread even more rapidly?&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;If u have ever seen the doctor in PKU, u might know y the flu can spread out that rapidly and stealthily in UUM.&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;My previous experience tell me that the doctors in PKU are freaking damned &lt;strong&gt;irresponsible&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their first question usually is "what kinda problems do u hav?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and next, you can get ur butt out of that chair and wait outside to take your medicine.&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;And weeks ago, my roommate who had the flu went to c the doctor.&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;He told me that the doctor simply gav him some fever and flu medicine without having further check-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How the heck can the flu not even spread if the doctors act like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time, I hav made the decision to stay bac in UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully nothing bad will happen to me.&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;And to my frens out there, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7048034945155074557?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7048034945155074557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7048034945155074557' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7048034945155074557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7048034945155074557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/h1n1-hits-uum.html' title='H1N1 hits UUM!!!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5500352983181154636</id><published>2009-06-27T15:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:14:04.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work life'/><title type='text'>My Work Life at Padini Authentic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the last 2 weeks and 3 days, I have been bc working at Padini Authentic in Genting Highland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351921338336933954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXYGf1n-EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/LRTUexFJyK4/s400/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351925598001793794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXb-cU3iwI/AAAAAAAAAhE/9vbsHjhWIJw/s400/DSC05463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit that working as a sale promoter at PA (Padini Authentic) wasn't easy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are a hell of a lot of rules and regulations for the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the person in charge just couldn't stop asking me to give superior customer service to the incoming and outgoing customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I felt my mouth didn't belong to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just became "natural" for my mouth to pop out the words "Welcome" and "Thank You, Bye" whenever there is someone coming to or going out of the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARs always happen in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will know exactly what i mean by "WARs" when you c me dealing with those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aunties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, aunties are like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351927435861612722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXdpa4y2LI/AAAAAAAAAhM/cqBxqTQ2J90/s400/transformers-08-3d-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will automatically transform into a horrifying &lt;strong&gt;DIGGING MACHINES&lt;/strong&gt; whenever they approach the &lt;strong&gt;50% Offer Bins&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351927702457455826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXd48CMlNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HXMmOmYZzPo/s400/escavator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just can't help digging n digging the clothes until they find one to their liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, I have to fold the clothes finely and quickly like a maniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scene at the 50% offer bins is like the battlefield between Aunties and Sale Promoters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I learned something important from my working place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is how to be brave and confident to talk to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was demanded by the Person in Charge to introduce our clothing lines and promotions available to every customer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just can't be shy and gotta be brave to open you mouth to talk to the customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confidence is essential, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially when you are facing with the Singaporean customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are really demanding and aren't afraid to complain whenever they find something unsatisfactory about the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not easy to satisfy these customers, but the hard work really pay off when the customers smile back and say thank you to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As with any living and work environment change there are always tradeoffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time, I lost my freedom in my work schedule, and the time to rest and sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet I gained new working experiences, and new colleagues and frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are some photos of my colleagues and friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351912796636069986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXQVThcQGI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GI98TQ8COFk/s400/2+pa1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pic taken on my last day of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351918711216464514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXVtlDS4oI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rKR9kvuIgz4/s400/3+chong+chi+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Farewell gathering: Chong, my humorous supervisor and Chi, my future junior in UUM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall, I learned a lot during these 2 weeks++,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now, I have to get ready to go bac to the forest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5500352983181154636?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5500352983181154636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5500352983181154636' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5500352983181154636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5500352983181154636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-work-life-at-padini-authentic.html' title='My Work Life at Padini Authentic!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SkXYGf1n-EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/LRTUexFJyK4/s72-c/DSC05462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-3642723333091461057</id><published>2009-05-21T21:39:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:06:11.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>My 3 Favourite Things about Kemaman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last month, my sis got back from Sabah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coincidentally, my 2nd sis and I were in holidays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we (included my mum) decided to go for a short trip in Kemaman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(For ur information, Kemaman is located in Terangganu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since I visited Kemaman in Form 3 six yrs ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found that things in here really havn't changed all that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still can remember where my uncle's old house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that a sign of good memory or a sign of slow developement in Kemaman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure abt tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what is certain is that I'm quite fond of this little town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This town has its own "culture" and style of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I like it bcuz :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338291650117657410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/ShVr-OiyY0I/AAAAAAAAAek/QXCjSLJAF-s/s400/P1090937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, the beach lifestyle over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338282453558905666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/ShVjm6sUS0I/AAAAAAAAAec/yikr2EAxaRA/s400/DSC05008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Cherating Beach is quite near the town (within an hour drive of the town), the people here live a beach lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I quite keen on this kind of lifestyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343072665755559474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZoR9t1pjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qBzLcNkGYtk/s400/P1100085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U can go for a breezy walk, take a refreshing dip in the sea or even take a sunbath (if you think u r not tanned enuf) anytime u wan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has totally captured the Lifestyle of "The O.C.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only thing different perhaps is the cleanliness between the the O.C. Beach and the Cherating Beach.(Cherating Beach is not really clean.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here come the second thing I like about Kemaman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tea drinking habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course it's not the herbal tea I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinking coffee is what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Kemaman, you can see a lot of kopitiams,which most of them have same approach to the decoration, just like the Old Town's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078924494088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZt-RVYqBI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iqvGOEdNnx4/s400/P1090903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hai Peng,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like the Starbuck in Kemaman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080256360091682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZvLy6_ECI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4eCjmYLgOBw/s400/starbuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The place was congested with people when we arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem like the business is running well in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see all these antique things inside the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343079495773551522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZufhhBe6I/AAAAAAAAAgE/gIBCrUkBD0s/s400/P1090905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343079193542830514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZuN7nmqbI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Ojjt8R5RqSI/s400/P1090904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The creepy happening took place when I was walking towards the backyard to have a look at the small Great Wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstof all, you have to take a look at the picture below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343114769040494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiaOksrNUOI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ZBcdvjaVrhE/s400/hai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C the old man inside the picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, he is the one who freaked me out when I was walking towards the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun u think the poster has created an effect that make the old man seem like a late old man who had passed away centuries ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, the old man's just sitting right in front of the small Great Wall when I stepped into the backyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N I gave him a "Oh, My God! Did I just see a ghost?" reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...luckily soon I could prove he is a living person, cuz he just opened his mouth n talked to one of the workers there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sound really silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the coffee there isn't good at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343079782937262962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZuwPSL-3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/SGkENdfJ9zU/s400/P1090915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It can't mention in the same breath as the coffee you find in Bentong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would rather recommend Kemaman Station (the other kopitiam in Kemaman) instead of Hai Peng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dun understand why Hai Peng is so famous in Kemaman.&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 third, which is oso the last thing I like about Kemaman is the seafood cook here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just let the following pics talk:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343075824319704626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZrJ0SNrjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fLTBxu9Zrp4/s400/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best crab I ever ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343075926652105378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZrPxgKMqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mbS_QpJP2v8/s400/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tom Yam Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078241380212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SiZtWgiWHWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0_3fpH8g3T0/s400/DSC02682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fish Mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They wont look delicious, but trust me, they really tasted good.&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/7220244059858683819-3642723333091461057?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3642723333091461057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3642723333091461057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3642723333091461057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3642723333091461057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-3-favourite-things-about-kemaman.html' title='My 3 Favourite Things about Kemaman!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/ShVr-OiyY0I/AAAAAAAAAek/QXCjSLJAF-s/s72-c/P1090937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-3470438565740598133</id><published>2009-05-12T17:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:39:22.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Jai Ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just finished my 2nd sem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It seems so fast and I thought I will be rather busy after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finding work in Bentong is as hard as giving birth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meeting with continual rejection make me so frustrated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like slapping the face of the employer when the words " Sorry, there's no vacancy at this time" popped out from the employer's mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fortunately, my self control is so strong that I can help doing that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unemployment, sliding fund price, boring n dull lifestyle...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that what a recession means?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I think "Yes")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG, I cant believe all these things happen to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, no, I'm not going to be beaten down by this kinda situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think what i need to do is keep on finding,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;otherwise just stay at home, meet some old frens, do some reading ( what i call "invest in yourself"), o mayb join Auntie Soh on some boring meetings (which could be "fun" n meaningful), n wait until the opening of the new sem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BTW, not forgetting to sing,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(May victory be yours!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-3470438565740598133?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3470438565740598133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3470438565740598133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3470438565740598133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3470438565740598133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2109571065018259302</id><published>2009-04-08T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:29:08.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>She has reached the Next Level!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Mjj8jdxr3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Mjj8jdxr3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think this might be the coolest mv i've ever seen from Ayu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coolest Dance Move,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sexiest Outfit,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sassiest Hairstyle,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What else can u ask for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has definitely reached the Next Level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Share wif u guys this mv,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Rule - Ayumi Hamasaki"&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/7220244059858683819-2109571065018259302?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2109571065018259302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2109571065018259302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2109571065018259302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2109571065018259302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-has-reached-next-level.html' title='She has reached the Next Level!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7587019258932161272</id><published>2009-03-20T18:23:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:52:58.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><title type='text'>Spring Festival 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring Festival Show took place in 16th of March 2009 in Dewan Mas.&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;Honestly, I was quite eager and had high expectation for the Spring Fest Show since the Moonfest Charity Show 2008 was so well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, this time it turned out to be quite a let-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like the show is really terrible, but it's just not as entertaining as the Moonfest Show 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the the emcees have to bear some responsibility for the "failure" of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, the emcees really suck like leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They kept on saying something ridiculous and sometimes I just couldn't help laughing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most ridiculous gaffe happened when we're going to sing the University Song - Biru Warna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the emcees dared to "memohon" the audience to "duduk" when it came to singing the University Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps, they should read the book - HOW NOT TO BE SUCK AS AN EMCEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that, the show seemed to lack variety on the performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The emcees had gone on stage to perform for so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe The Spring Fest 2009 should be renamed to "The Emcees Concert 2009".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, there are some performances that I quite like, for eg, Human Pyramid Performance, Girs Peforming Hiphop dance and the drama show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sorry lazy to upload the pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, there's still another ridiculous thing I havn't mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's about the lucky draw prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On tt night, one of the lucky draw winners was my roommate - Keong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what did he get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A basket of woman things: Toner, Breast Enhancement Soap and last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315322595967863170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/ScPRvT9FiYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KeewQZhDrow/s400/DSC04505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Vagina Spray&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's damned funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KEONG has a penis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the hell is he supposed to do with that vagina spray? &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/7220244059858683819-7587019258932161272?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7587019258932161272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7587019258932161272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7587019258932161272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7587019258932161272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-festival-2009.html' title='Spring Festival 2009'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/ScPRvT9FiYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KeewQZhDrow/s72-c/DSC04505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-3052100290495742356</id><published>2009-03-15T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:44:31.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SbyHX7BkV0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/VuIMcc2Xd2o/s1600-h/nuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Jena, Jimmy, Hui Teng &amp;amp; Pik Wah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to don the robe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put on the cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have a wonderful Convocation ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember to enjoy this moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, sorry I can't attend ur convo, but I'm very happy for u guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s, Dun forget to treat me a big meal after getting ur first pay.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&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/7220244059858683819-3052100290495742356?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3052100290495742356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3052100290495742356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3052100290495742356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3052100290495742356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-graduation.html' title='Happy Graduation!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-8685894082223623231</id><published>2009-03-08T13:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:22:57.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Education in Malaysia Has Given Them A Lot of Trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks, when I was checking out my Facebook recent happening, someone's recent status caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310732277691751362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SbOC3n0Em8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ScDFBQqdDPk/s400/chu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my good friend, Herman who would start his first sem on 23th of February in Lim Kok Weng University of Creative Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two of my good friends, Andy and Pui would also start their first sem in February in Segi College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they were my Form6 classmates who had had no "luck" to be chosen to study in local university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is definitely the right word to be used to describe their situation at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's becuz of the education sytem tt we hav in our country, which will always be directly associated with the quota system once we mention our "highly praised Education System".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it's a sensitive issue to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will only lightly talk about my own experience with regards to what I hav encountered in my U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sem, one day during my Managerial Math class, when we were all doing our math exersice, one guy who was sitting in front of me, suddenly turned his back on me and asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bang, bagaimana nak selesai bahagian ini?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that he asked me was merely about "i+3i" is equal to wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he and his friends dunno how to do it so the guy had to ask others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither exaggerating the case nor showing off, the question's really a form 4 level question and he should know it before he entered the U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different kind of feelings got to me at the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked for being asked a damned simple question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why my friends, Herman, Andy and Pui who hav all these math knowledge at their fingertips, failed to get to local university,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at the goddamn education system that only cares for the "majority" and treats others like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this quota system has truly become the main stumbling block in efforts towards fostering a national identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, the guy, who asked me the question, is one of those "lucky" majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a polite, educated person, I'm glad that at that moment, I could help replying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dik, ini pun tak tahu buat ka? Bgmn mu dapat masuk ke U"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know three of my friends had gone through a really baaaaaad patch during those time when they're waiting for the private U intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worked as a temporary teachers in order to save some money for their very expensive future college costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put in a great deal of effort to search for the rite private college &amp;amp; to apply for the scholarship and PTPTN things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process isn't as easy as I thought it would be since everything would be done by themselves, not by Faci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among three of them, Herman is the one who I think, had worked the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really worked his ass off to apply for his HOPE scholarship and PTPTN education loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making thousand of calls to PTPTN counter, attending the HOPE scholarship interview alone...I'm just very impressed by what he had done for himself and wanna giv him a big thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;very very very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally u guys hav made it.&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/7220244059858683819-8685894082223623231?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8685894082223623231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=8685894082223623231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8685894082223623231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/8685894082223623231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/education-in-malaysia-has-given-them.html' title='Education in Malaysia Has Given Them A Lot of Trouble!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SbOC3n0Em8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ScDFBQqdDPk/s72-c/chu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-84338359590896552</id><published>2009-02-28T18:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:29:45.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uum life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Triple Kill the Goddamn Broodmothers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you aren't a Dota player, probably you wont get what the title means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, let me explain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broodmother is actually one of the Dota Heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307910752372761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal8tO6no6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gf7UbquXiqk/s400/spider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, it can be rather redoubtable if the player is really good at using this hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit I would be quite happy if I were assigned to use this hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, when it comes to reality, it's a totally different story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SPIDER&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, my hostel room is full of this kind of goddamn creature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just very unpleasant to sit or study under these spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let hav a look at my very nauseating "roommates":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307894874222888370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaluRAMsBbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/iHcM_3tWrOk/s400/big1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't they big and disgusting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not enough, let look at the spiderlings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307905295013570978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal3vkqy6aI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HJzbsr2rGp8/s400/spiderlings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a big family. n they look very creepy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307909841988765826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal74PeKSII/AAAAAAAAAc0/6aq-YtITFS8/s400/spiders.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you look carefully, actually you can see all these poor little things getting caught in the spiderweb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen them everyday within these few months made me become sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, today, I became rather determined to get rid of &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; these spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307903556084630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal2KWp1AmI/AAAAAAAAAck/pr8u0fZz4sA/s400/DSC04304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the help of my "weapon" - a wet mop, I swept it across the spiderweb to clean up the web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time, I did need to aim nicely at the spiders in order to squash and kill them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It took me almost one hour to kill all these spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my hard works really paid off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becuz finally my hostel room turned out to be :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307901569990624594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal0Wv4HhVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gDbeKevsuZY/s400/DSC04303+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It might look a bit messy on the tables, but at least there are nth hanging on the ceiling anymore and it look clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most importantly, I can bid my ever nauseating "roommates" an everlasting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOODBYE&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulate me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7220244059858683819-84338359590896552?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/84338359590896552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=84338359590896552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/84338359590896552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/84338359590896552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/triple-kill-goddamn-broodmothers.html' title='Triple Kill the Goddamn Broodmothers!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/Sal8tO6no6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/Gf7UbquXiqk/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4273063275828956854</id><published>2009-02-22T17:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:10:05.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dragonball - Evolution o Devolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know many of the anime fans have been very excited about the forthcoming live action movie - DragonBall Evolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm not mistaken, the anime series were played on NTV7 or TV2 every Saturday or Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit that I was a huge fan of Dragonball when I was a little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, my previous experiences tell me that any adaptation will suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm less than esthused about the forthcoming movie adaptation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having seen the poster of the movie, my precognition has been justified :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305617498857650386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaFXAT2BuNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gIAx37v9Izo/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the so-called Goku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305619556018697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaFY4DXcNDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/zPB57LMjSl0/s400/goku4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wearing the same costume doesn't mean that they just look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the cartoon series, Goku does have a considerable amount of muscle, but this guy, come on, he doesn't even seem like working out to play the role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The so-called Bulma pula:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305617901838407282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaFXXxEIFnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/96V25CR2lqM/s400/bulma3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just doesn't look like the iconic blue hair character in the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part of the movie is master Roshi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305620928169066194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaFaH7BlPtI/AAAAAAAAAcE/jvNfTtcmF68/s400/dragonball-fat-roshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry to say that, Uncle Yun Fatt, you look too young and serious to portray the role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The role Master Roshi should be played by someone who looks a bit like a lecherous old man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely not by someone with that serious-looking face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I can't really tell how the movie is going to be since I havn't watched the movie yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I can tell is that the characters are really a mess-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-4273063275828956854?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4273063275828956854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4273063275828956854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4273063275828956854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4273063275828956854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/dragonball-evolution-o-devolution.html' title='Dragonball - Evolution o Devolution?'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SaFXAT2BuNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gIAx37v9Izo/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2630689030824875063</id><published>2009-02-17T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:02:32.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest Issue'/><title type='text'>Interesting Question 4 Discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZmb_G2VmJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/X1we35TLczQ/s1600-h/001yt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interesting question for discussion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IF someone’s intestines are protruding from an open abdominal wound, should you:&lt;br /&gt;A. Put them back in place.&lt;br /&gt;B. Do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;C. Cover them with some kind of container and fasten it around the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is not any biological exam question, but is one of the 100 questions that locals and foreigners alike could find on China’s written driver’s licence exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, let me reveal the answer now - "C".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, how do you find the China's written driver's license exam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow it has become common to see all these creepy odd things happening in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dun be so surprised about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all, it's just another one to add to the "Creepy Odd Happenings in China" List.&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/7220244059858683819-2630689030824875063?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2630689030824875063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2630689030824875063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2630689030824875063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2630689030824875063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/interesting-question-4-discussion.html' title='Interesting Question 4 Discussion'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4119287124204949020</id><published>2009-02-14T18:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:13:39.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a dizzy day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On doing my BLM exam, I encountered a dilemma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It wasn't about the difficulty factor of the questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let me just use the illustrations below to describe my dilemma at that time:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Basically, I was surrounded by three malay girls, A, B, &amp;amp;C.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630255728682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZa6H3_yZzI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nL7T9x5oW24/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At first, I was so energetic and couldn't wait to get the paper done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, soon after the exam started, I could smell trouble next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302631419018818546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZa7LllxM_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/3Da2QjBMKXc/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was the A malay girl, who had put on tons of bad perfume which smelled like she scrubbed herself with a moldy lemon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It really gave me a big HEADACHE which nearly made me pass out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean, an examination room isn't a suitable place for such olfactory violent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luckily I was strong enough to sustain myself to finish my paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Putting on wrong perfume is usually a common mistake that young people make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They tend to use the wrong perfume or use the perfume wrongly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, plz make a study of it b4 you start to wear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, perfume is just a mixture of essential oil and aroma compounds and solvent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In a strange way, it is described in a musical metaphor as having three sets of 'notes'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*Top notes&lt;/span&gt; : The scents that can be sensed immediately on application of a perfume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Middle notes&lt;/span&gt; : The scent that emerges when the top notes have dissapeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Base notes&lt;/span&gt;: The scent of a perfume that appears after the departure of the middle notes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Usually, sth that smells soft like citrus will be used as top notes whereas sth that smells heavy like sandalwood will be used as base notes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The A malay girl probably made a mistake by putting on too much perfume since she only smells the top notes when she was spraying the perfume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides, perfume can be divided into :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302714858424718658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZcHEZmXVUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CWnOfhhpoLc/s400/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Usually, the many types of perfume that u c on the market are Eau De Paefum and Eau De Toillete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You should choose the right perfume according to ur age, budget and place to attend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From a man's perspective, I think a young lady should choose to use a perfume that is soft, nature, sweet and sexy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dun choose sth that is designed for the 30to40-year-old, like Chanel no.05.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reaching age 20, many of my friends have already started to use perfume.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Most of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smells like… what girls should smell like naturally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just fresh, and clean,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Well done, girls!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and they really owe their good-smelling to the perfume below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The one that I like to smell most is the iconic unisex fragrance &lt;strong&gt;CK one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The many editions of CK one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302599601285845378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZaePjTFUYI/AAAAAAAAAac/PbtCv9GaBTI/s400/ckone+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302600283835529410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZae3R_m-MI/AAAAAAAAAak/HHbfvFwILqE/s400/ckone2-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The latest ck one relaunched on January 20 (the same day as Obama’s inauguration).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's how it looks:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302598462779264594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZadNSB9jlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YKnK5nd-qK4/s400/ckone+relaunch.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to say that this is the most natural perfume that I have ever smelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other one that the girls like most is&lt;strong&gt; Anna Sui Dolly Girl Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302718984819293634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZcK0lnfvcI/AAAAAAAAAbM/DHiVYi0gRqo/s400/ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend, Celine who is a Die Hard "Dolly Girl" Fan, says that the pink doll smells the lightest, the white doll smells moderate and the blue doll smells the heaviest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though it's a bit scary to look at the dolls, they smell good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, for the sake of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEN HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ladies,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plz choose the right &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFUME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that suits you the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-4119287124204949020?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4119287124204949020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4119287124204949020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4119287124204949020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4119287124204949020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfume.html' title='Perfume'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZa6H3_yZzI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nL7T9x5oW24/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4353287061214845891</id><published>2009-02-09T23:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:15:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBHk7agCKI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DZVpLXvwxJk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What u r going to c is my recent &lt;strong&gt;"EXTREME" &lt;/strong&gt;makeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before u hav a look at my recent pic, let me tell you first what made me come to a decision to do this makeover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, there are 2 major reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, it's my ever disturbing &lt;strong&gt;FRINGE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fringe just kept bothering me and I always have to comb my hair with my five fingers to be like a side fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, I found it hasn't been working out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, on 1st of Feb, I made a &lt;strong&gt;BRAVE &lt;/strong&gt;by cutting my beggar-liked hair off before i went back to UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second reason is my mother, who kept muttering at me and urging me to cut my hair off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just very annoying that finally, I couldn't take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I headed to Joy Salon and asked the barber to do sth with my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last, I walked out from the shop looking like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814779517608002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBG9QFJoEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a6gkPHKEqGw/s400/wang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, wrong pic, should be this one :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300846787116965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBkEVrgnTI/AAAAAAAAAZk/hfQFuOlAf1Q/s320/my.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what do u think about my new hairstyle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During these few days, I hav been critisized by almost everyone I met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some said I look like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814779517608002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBG9QFJoEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a6gkPHKEqGw/s400/wang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Wang/Roger Kwok (Pic from the TVB drama - Life Made Simple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, I do really think I look like him when facing the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some said I look like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814209393028018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBGcEM267I/AAAAAAAAAY8/bPTiW97xK1M/s400/xiao+chen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a handsome from China whose name is Xiao Chen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, he is far handsome than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have nothing in common except the chopped bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, to those who said I look like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300814621976136738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBG0FMVjCI/AAAAAAAAAZE/e82ry1izKpQ/s400/girl+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FxxK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, I strongly recommend this hairstyle to those who r having problems with their fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has become much eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasier for me to manage my hair now.&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/7220244059858683819-4353287061214845891?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4353287061214845891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4353287061214845891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4353287061214845891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4353287061214845891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-hairstyle.html' title='My New Hairstyle'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SZBG9QFJoEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/a6gkPHKEqGw/s72-c/wang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7933558256922816547</id><published>2009-02-06T22:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:43:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cho 1,2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these three days, my daily schedules were more o less the same – paying CNY calls/ Bai Nian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main fun of paying a CNY call is having chances to taste all these tasty stuff like pineapple tarts, nga-gu chips, honey-almond cookies…which you can only see/taste it once in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all these “precious” cookies in my house had been “reserved” to serve guests, on paying CNY calls, I didn’t hold back from eating these cookies at a mouthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound discourteous, but that’s the unedited side of my personality, a serious food fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cho 3, I attended my once-in-a-year “Primary School Gathering” which was organized by Ah Bee this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we intended to dine at Bentong Restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the poor service of the restaurant let us down badly as it failed to offer us a table by the time we reached there, though we had booked a table at Cho 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no alternative but to choose to dine at Kristal Restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299701813712874274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxSuHXZayI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BajivDSExuc/s320/P1090656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Lao Shang, it seems Bentong people like to Lao Shang very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the Lao Shang, it was funny to hear the girls saying: Marry the &lt;strong&gt;Wealthy!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299701721353324738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxSovTKiMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/YuiqCVHZ-wQ/s320/nyee+with+fin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mun Nyee couldn't help serving everybody continously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder she likes to work in GICC as a waitress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299700747453339458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxRwDPUF0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/qwzKIFegbmA/s320/mun+with+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kah Woon with the fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a damn funny girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't help laughing everytime she says something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299700411580806082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxRcgBD88I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Znk5po7a3kM/s320/5+fu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 Fu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299699935004987250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxRAwoiD3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/H-KAwd5SHw8/s320/preview+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were merely 11 of us (former classmates) attending the gathering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The others either went bac to work or went back to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rumor has it that the food of Kristal Restaurant is very very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it’s time for me (as a consumer) to clarify the rumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have to day, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the rumor is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food there is terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, don’t go there for dining if you come to Bentong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try Bentong Restaurant or even Chi Wei Xian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think Bentong Restaurant is quite ok cuz I attended both my cousin’s wedding and Form 6 gathering in Bentong Restaurant at Cho 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food there didn’t disappoint me though there were tons of people dining at the restaurant during Cho 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a scale of 1 to 5, with 1 showing the food is horrible, terrible and undescribable and 5 showing the food is excellent, delicious and over the top, I wanna give a “4” to Bentong Restaurant and a “1” to Kristal Restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the "fabulous" dinner, we went to Gui's house to gamble.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299703166762487250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxT833kDdI/AAAAAAAAAYs/71cbrVfn-U4/s320/gamble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told that in this year, the Dragon Children is Fan Tai Sui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(meaning to say that they are out of luck this year.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i was one of the Dragon Children, I was able to win quite a lot of money at playing whether blackjack or mahjung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should thank Uncle Choi for blessing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7933558256922816547?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7933558256922816547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7933558256922816547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7933558256922816547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7933558256922816547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/cho-12-3.html' title='Cho 1,2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYxSuHXZayI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BajivDSExuc/s72-c/P1090656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5242842590563181614</id><published>2009-02-03T22:08:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:09:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhYU_4Bt7I/AAAAAAAAAXs/JwN7fM3YBOU/s1600-h/P1090786.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, my mum was busy worshipping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smells of the incense, steamed chicken, fresh fruits … (things that are used for worshipping) were full of my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of CNY ambience, somehow, I like it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we waited until the CNY eve before we started to decorate our house for Chinese New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it’s about hanging blinking illuminations, flashy firecrackers, glittery lanterns in front of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of the house, we pasted some spring festival scrolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298581242806503762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhXkTcHiVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oeemDXMtcSc/s320/P1090797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298579838119151922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhWSikjiTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/U5mBMY8cdWc/s320/P1090767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the house pula, we decorated the bonsai with some artificial plum blossom and mini accessories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298573420836021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhQdAVB5cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WdwLEsVPdvU/s320/P1090434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298573142038007010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhQMxuZzOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CveL9reDcH4/s320/P1090427.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this year Chinese New Year, I discovered something special concerning the house decoration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some people tend to decorate their house with the blue color illuminations which made their house look as if it’s going to celebrate Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298581581372150770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhX4AsdU_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Odl-PXK0ouU/s320/P1090788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it is a bit inappropriate and odd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Personally, I think the typical type of fine decorated sample should be like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580648193300114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhXBsVSFpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/b1_A0iLrVvA/s320/ym.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Reddish Sparkling Deco.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By tradition, the most important thing of the CNY eve is having a reunion dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At 5pm plus, my mum prepared some auspicious dishes for our reunion dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to say that this is the most sumptuous reunion dinner that I have ever had…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was very very full after dining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I will upload pics of the dishes later)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At 10pm plus, my friends and I had a little “Lao Shang” gathering at Pat’s house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298575933817256434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhSvR6cefI/AAAAAAAAAWk/S3hyvugwWHs/s320/P1090469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(5 of us)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We bought a take-away Yu Shang at Restaurant Bentong before we headed to Pat’s house in Desa Damai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298574181453674594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhRJR2aOGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gIjVLlJ5Si8/s320/P1090453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a vegetarian Yu Shang since many of us don’t like to eat the Sashimi and some of us would like to practice vegetarianism on the first day of Lunar Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we started to Lao Shang, it’s Mahjong Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298573672169190226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhQronhs1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/1gyreOiHN2o/s320/P1090451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Teng, who was playing with her curly hair, looked really like a Queen of Gamble who was getting impatient with other players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298579482468286306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhV91qx_2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/g_b5bp0uPhA/s320/st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the end, I was told that Sin Teng was the ultimate winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12am plus, it was already the first day of the Lunar Chinese New Year, we started to Lao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298574838058578290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhRvf5N8XI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6IyJ85h53Ms/s320/P1090458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was busy “Lao”ing and saying some auspicious phrases during the Lao Shang.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Yu Shang ain’t tasty, but we had a good time during the Lao Shang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the same time, Pat's family was worshipping to invite the "God of Wealth" / "Uncle Choi". &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298575084245005362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhR91AotDI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ju8kPhXdK3s/s320/P1090463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hopefully Uncle Choi will giv me some wealth too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, I wanna wish u guys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May u all hav a prosperous bullish year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5242842590563181614?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5242842590563181614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5242842590563181614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5242842590563181614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5242842590563181614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-eve.html' title='CNY Eve'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SYhXkTcHiVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oeemDXMtcSc/s72-c/P1090797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7518126768438467698</id><published>2009-02-03T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:12:50.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7518126768438467698?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7518126768438467698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7518126768438467698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7518126768438467698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7518126768438467698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2088409896490550289</id><published>2009-01-08T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:53:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a paradoxical scene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, my "lovely" school - UUM has launched the Eco-Friendly Campaign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The U has started to ban the use of polystyrene containers to store food and the use of plastic bag in the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, I was quite proud of my U that finally it has done something to save the environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, soon after I discovered the following scene, I felt bloody disappointed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let hav a look at the PIC below : &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_5288932602489283106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SWYQLhRbIiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ta25CZzmECE/s320/DSC03685+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Arrows in red show the polystyrene and plastic containers ; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrow in green shows the bio-degradable container (Eco-pak).)&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A BLOODY PARADOXICAL SCENE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For goodness sake, Plz be consistent with what U r doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-2088409896490550289?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2088409896490550289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2088409896490550289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2088409896490550289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2088409896490550289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/recently-my-lovely-school-uum-has.html' title='What a paradoxical scene!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SWYQLhRbIiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ta25CZzmECE/s72-c/DSC03685+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6208446260507389546</id><published>2008-12-31T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:00:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is ticking, fast and before we knew it the year is coming to a close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me myself, I am always scrambling for time as there are so many things I’m trying to finish before 2008 bid me a goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I’m wondering what meaningful things had I done for this whole year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have gone through a lot of things for this year – 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Working at Advertising Department in GH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some sweet memories and of course, some “bitter” memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned what is called “Office Politic”, how to deal with double-faced people and last but not least, how to protect myself from being exploited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that this bad patch do really widen my very limited vision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was glad to make acquaintance of some very nice seniors, supervisors and trainees around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285952765889980850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVt6CM5dqbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZWGFU75PKVQ/s320/colleague.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Advertising Department - My fellow Friends.)&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;#2: Get my not-so-good STPM result,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I felt rather disappointed with my result when I first got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life isn’t just about EXAM!” as my dear friend, Patricia’s saying goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I thought about this saying, I felt kinda…easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here, I wanna say “Thank You” to you, Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: To further my study in UUM – Sintok, Kedah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is my first reaction when I was told that I was taken by UUM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Utar, asked them about the July Intake, and made a plan to study Actuarial Science in Utar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn’t make that choice,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz now only I realize that study doesn’t depend on location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it depends much on you yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking much about my 2008 History, well, I think it’s the time of the year I pen down my list of things I want to achieve for the following year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let just talk about it next year, cuz I’m very lazy to set goals and achieve them at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna wish everyone who’s reading this blog right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6208446260507389546?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6208446260507389546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6208446260507389546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6208446260507389546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6208446260507389546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-is-ticking-fast-and-before-we-knew.html' title='Bye Bye 2008!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVt6CM5dqbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZWGFU75PKVQ/s72-c/colleague.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7031890806881541451</id><published>2008-12-28T21:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:57:21.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is the fabulous Christmas Eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I celebrated with my beloved friends at UUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once after the Com 2 exam, Alex and Keong went to Jitra to buy food for Christmas celebration tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the same time, they would take the birthday cake that they had ordered at Secret Resipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meaning to say that, someone's birthday falls on the Christmas and we would celebrate her birthday simultaneously with the Christmas Party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She totally had no idea about it and Alex and Keong wanted to spring a suprise on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The party started at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, due to the latecomers (including me), we started it at 9 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of eating turkey and drinking good wine, we had K.F.Chicken and Pepsi Cola as our Christmas meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, it was way affordable for students like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, it was a nice Christmas meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the "fabulous" Christmas meal, we played the "123 BIANG!" game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Losers had to choose to play either "truth" o "dare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really got to know each others after the "truth or dare" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time went by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 12am on the dot, the birthday cake was taken out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284874281342197698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVelKI3_38I/AAAAAAAAAVc/HMWPiIbeBoo/s320/DSC03690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There she is, our Main Character of the day - Trista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284843310657752306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVeI_aFazPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0F05Fw0pedI/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284844381567407618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVeJ9viLVgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CCI5P-64FXI/s320/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hami and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284845829145444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVeLSALrQoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YY7tmCR7s9w/s320/c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy in green color t-shirt is Nano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really looks childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846919884434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVeMRfgHa2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/R8Nn9gfFH4E/s320/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trista and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the end of the party, I had a queer sensation as if something was happening, yet I didn't know what was exactly going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keong's kinda upset...Definitely there was something happening between Keong and Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl or Money problems?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably is the former one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, during the gift exchange session, I was glad that I received a Taufu-like saving box from Alex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily, it wasn't the Luxury Biscuit - by Hami (cuz I think Hami's gift is the worst one among the bunches of gifts).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry to say that, Hami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how I celebrated my Christmas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite ordinary...yet it's peaceful cuz the celebration just involved few of my friends only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7220244059858683819-7031890806881541451?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7031890806881541451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7031890806881541451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7031890806881541451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7031890806881541451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVelKI3_38I/AAAAAAAAAVc/HMWPiIbeBoo/s72-c/DSC03690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-3708865209353177249</id><published>2008-12-26T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:59:21.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident Inside the Forest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Car accidents can happen in anywhere, even in the forest - UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, next time when you are driving, think about the picture below, (so that you would pay extra attention).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284095106548770114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVTggMk4JUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uFlAaw6r94g/s320/DSC03687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I took this pic near the mosque of UUM.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-3708865209353177249?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3708865209353177249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3708865209353177249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3708865209353177249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3708865209353177249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-accident-inside-forest.html' title='Car Accident Inside the Forest!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVTggMk4JUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uFlAaw6r94g/s72-c/DSC03687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-864107419651525468</id><published>2008-12-26T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:10:50.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday, Keong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRllh7gz7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/VyqdRzm7nFE/s1600-h/DSC03663+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 18.12.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRlfU5v1cI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bxPxzvf2tnM/s1600-h/DSC03659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283959851673703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRlfU5v1cI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bxPxzvf2tnM/s320/DSC03659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To Keong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish you in the year 2009,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Health,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Appetite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wish find your lover soon!&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/7220244059858683819-864107419651525468?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/864107419651525468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=864107419651525468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/864107419651525468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/864107419651525468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-belated-birthday-keong.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday, Keong!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRlfU5v1cI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bxPxzvf2tnM/s72-c/DSC03659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5468542910286161265</id><published>2008-12-26T11:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:11:27.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote of A-Famosa Trip : Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.12.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was the last day for our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b4 we left, we managed to take as many pics as we could in front of our "house".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939179120003234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRSsBo3iKI/AAAAAAAAATk/JDLsY7kvVqY/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beware the Girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939724661842546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRTLx8LYnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DzBkHLnB30Y/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Herman vs Jacob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ostentation vs Diffidence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939432955320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRS6zP7F5I/AAAAAAAAAT0/f8PZwGVnhjg/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283939338833539698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRS1UnisnI/AAAAAAAAATs/oqpUXyA6WXU/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Best Friends 4ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 9am, 9 of us, as u can see from the pic, were taxied to the Tampin Bus Terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 9.3am, from Tampin, we took the Transnational bus back to KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we had reached the Pudu Bus Terminal, Wai Hou headed to his uncle's house by taking LRT, whereas Fei went bac to Bentong first alone, leaving the other 7 of us in the Petaling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's freaking nostalgic when I came to Petaling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz this was the place that i used to come for tuition every Friday when I was in Form 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we left for Bentong, we went to have our lunch in Petaling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was 4pm when we finally reached Bentong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The busy schedule hadn't finished yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to start packing my stuff once i reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At 9 pm, I was taken by Pui Kuan to the Bentong Bus Station and boarded the 9.3pm bus back to UUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I could take a rest inside the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is the summing-up of the journey that i had took today :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283951852902342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVReNvKC3_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/C_evGbvU4I4/s320/map2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This had really been a hectic day for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to my Bentong Frens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C u guys at CNY! &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/7220244059858683819-5468542910286161265?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5468542910286161265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5468542910286161265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5468542910286161265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5468542910286161265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/anecdote-of-famosa-trip-last-day.html' title='Anecdote of A-Famosa Trip : Last Day'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRSsBo3iKI/AAAAAAAAATk/JDLsY7kvVqY/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-828283464381569055</id><published>2008-12-26T10:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:11:54.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote of A-famosa Trip: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRNbNOe-8I/AAAAAAAAATU/sN9YdT5KkI8/s1600-h/07ww_pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11.12.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to imagine that there was so less F&amp;amp;B choices available inside the A-Famosa Resort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to eat when I woke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made myself a cup of tea to fill up some parts of my stomach first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the others to wake up, I went to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to swim in the freezing cold water while your body is being shined by the sunshine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12pm plus, Steven and Bee headed to the town to buy something for everyone to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, they would buy things that are needed for the BBQ tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.3pm, after having our lunch, 12 persons, excluding Steven and Clara, went to the Water Park by taking the Banana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some superstitious advices, Clara decided not to join us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, as her boyfriend, Steven accompanied her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing water in the Water Park tend to expose one’s flaws to the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to rules of Water Park, boys have to wear trunk or beachwear whereas the girls can choose to wear whatever they like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guys had finished changing their clothes, the girls acted like a lecher pointing and discussing the guys’ body NON STOP, especially Miki. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, girls, stop being harsh to the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, boys, try to keep your body fit if you dun want to be the laughingstock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below I'm going to demonstrate some activities that we had played inside the Water Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283930199447260002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRKhVwDS2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/0XhgflJKEFY/s320/HighSpeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, we went to play the High Speed Slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This two towering High Speed Slides is the landmark of A’Famosa Water World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These seven-storey slides really provide a heart-stopping high velocity joyride as you can hurtle down and reach the ground in just a few seconds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just as breathtaking as playing the spaceshot in Genting Highland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283931868186129490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRMCeSZtFI/AAAAAAAAATE/ceb4aBFlno4/s320/WavePool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Wave Pool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time the sirens wail, a wave heads toward the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283933186662605202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRNPN_sIZI/AAAAAAAAATM/_Bbg2ms7ixg/s320/07ww_pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later on, for something less strenuous, we took a dip in one of the world’s longest Lazy River.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relaxed on a tube ride as the journey took around the water theme park easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283928428672438098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRI6RGbz1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/aiUfedmS19E/s320/n2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283928267144685666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRIw3XN6GI/AAAAAAAAASs/z6CbIIG5JBc/s320/n1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Here we were inside the Water Park!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had a BBQ gathering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It cost us RM300 for a 8 persons BBQ Package. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unbelievable Expansive! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we mixed it with the raw food that we had bought in the morning so that the bbq could afford 14 persons’ stomachs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283927324765628002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRH6AuipmI/AAAAAAAAASc/Zl8NcRI6-OI/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283927721428163458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRIRGaQm4I/AAAAAAAAASk/JjeXYbWRZN4/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Again, we took some crazy pics.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyhow, this had been a great night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All night long, we were eating and chatting, having some good time together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-828283464381569055?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/828283464381569055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=828283464381569055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/828283464381569055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/828283464381569055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/anecdote-of-famosa-trip-day-2.html' title='Anecdote of A-famosa Trip: Day 2'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SVRKhVwDS2I/AAAAAAAAAS8/0XhgflJKEFY/s72-c/HighSpeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6508695080334883750</id><published>2008-12-17T23:43:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:12:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote of A-Famosa Trip : Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.12.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip has already been eagerly awaited for several months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt rather excited when this day finally came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, 9 of us (Fei, Herman, Pat, Bowie, Clara, Wai Hou, Andy, Wan Sin, and I) took the 7.40 a.m. bus heading for KL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still another 5 persons who were going to join the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (Chee Hong, Bee, Steven, Kambing and Jia Yu) waited for us at Pudu Bus Terminal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we had been divided into 2 gangs to go to Melaka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was taking the bus while the other one (Clara, Steven, Bee, and Kambing) was going in Steven’s car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy journey started at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281729349103441618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx42_UQ1tI/AAAAAAAAASM/HglTBMZmnsY/s320/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(From KL to Tampin in Melaka) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally reached A-Famosa Resort at 12.30pm plus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside A-famosa Resort, every little thing is about money. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even when you are taking the shuttle bus, which we call it Banana Truck, you have to pay one ringgit for every ride, not to mention the food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721247312696258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxfZy008I/AAAAAAAAAQk/1hrDz6DwqXg/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;( This is the so-called Banana Truck that we took.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We still couldn’t check in when we reached the Check-in Villa at around 1pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dunno what kind of rule is that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, before we checked in, we went to the Safari to start our first tour and at the same time, find something to eat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281724644392820786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx0lI514DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/c-_UQsScwq8/s320/DSC03574.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Entrance of SAFARI.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of us almost starved to death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When the scene of tons of people scrambling for food came into sight, I almost passed out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent almost 30 minutes plus to buy our lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I have to say, the food was TERRIBLE and HORRIBLE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RM12 for a can of soft drink and a plate of chicken rice was totally not worthwhile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the terrible lunch, we went to Monkey Island by “sampan-like ferry”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280788877438211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUkhgVWJ1sI/AAAAAAAAAPs/V2qdsuTKQr4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowie, Miki, Wan Sin, Clara, me and Wai Hou in the sampan-like ferry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281720837724402722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxHj9XdCI/AAAAAAAAAQE/HtH0YC6W6Gw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;There were various type of monkey on the Monkey Island. And this is one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280785939460118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUke1Uhl2PI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Y3u8CQuUXSk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(All of us took a happy-together pic b4 we left the island.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we proceeded to view the multi animal show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the show was like watching Sesame Street, obviously it wasn't suitable to our range. Very very BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281733014490058642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx8MV8iD5I/AAAAAAAAASU/tOhsPbJ5GIY/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here we were inside the showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281723968316498738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxz9yUr4zI/AAAAAAAAARc/MnA7aDwVKqg/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Inside the chicken farm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We managed to take many photos inside SAFARI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of photos are still with my friend, I havn’t taken from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm plus, we went back to the check-in villa to check in by BANANA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented two villas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked quite nice from inside and outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 : View from outside the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721037697677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxTM6teqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/JP_TQ4Ikv9E/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721130927196434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxYoOXCRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/f5wjWEtSnRE/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming pool behind the house.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721792463183010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxx_Io1HKI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iH_ttoMhsyU/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living Room!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281720944921329554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxNzTGv5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/erYTOdIQjCc/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dining Area - how come u guys played psp at here?&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281726425453475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx2Mz3yttI/AAAAAAAAASE/S47IOaPYrfE/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen with its two ambassadors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721340553801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxk1JPLXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WjyDJsK38iE/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Little Garden inside the house.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7pm plus, we continued our busy “schedule” by visiting the COWBOY TOWN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281724436845857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx0ZDuyijI/AAAAAAAAARs/8YZfaprvdKw/s320/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There were some A-GUAs performing “welcoming dance”. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were very few choices of F&amp;amp;B available inside A-Famosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made up our mind by having dinner at Emperor Restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281722555626624274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxyrjpLFRI/AAAAAAAAARM/7hGTfpeQC_M/s320/DSC03593.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now u c,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281723834824848450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxz2BBy9EI/AAAAAAAAARU/VyXCodFy48k/s320/DSC03594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now u dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281721579574632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUxxyvkPntI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ASS06SXQoKM/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Pat, Herman, Wai Hou and me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished every little things that we had ordered cuz the food there was very expensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our necks were kena potong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280789776192264706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUkiUpd0WgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Le31l6Q_nM8/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;As u can c from the pic, we were in Cowboy Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281724222722771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx0MmD3iQI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZJ5J_MMuf3A/s320/DSC03604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade and firework were gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i couldn't snap it clearly cuz it was dark around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dun miss it when you come to COWBOY TOWN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anecdote of A-Famosa Trip for day1 stopped at 3am (basically it’d already been 2nd day) when all us finally went to sleep.&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;&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/7220244059858683819-6508695080334883750?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6508695080334883750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6508695080334883750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6508695080334883750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6508695080334883750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/anecdote-of-famosa-trip-day-1.html' title='Anecdote of A-Famosa Trip : Day 1'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SUx42_UQ1tI/AAAAAAAAASM/HglTBMZmnsY/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5553060136697862142</id><published>2008-12-02T20:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:32:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Reunion ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.12.08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the title above, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m talking about the gathering today with Herman, Fei, Nobita, Jimmy, Jena, and Hui Teng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am plus, Herman and I arrived at Timesquare as we had promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the guys to turn up, we went window-shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jena was the first to turn up, followed by Hui Teng, Jimmy and Nobita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our BIG BROTHER – Fei, was the last one to arrive when all of us was having our lunch in Da Men (Japanese Restaurant located in Low Yat). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for our meals to be served, we chatted to catch up on each other’s news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch, we went to SEED in SG.WANG to have a look at the “very cheap clothes” (claimed by Jimmy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Sales were everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s worthwhile buying clothes now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a SMART CONSUMER, I didn’t hesitate to try on the clothes and buy some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To my sister who is reading this blog right now,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not wasting money on some unnecessary clothes,&lt;br /&gt;I’m buying it for the CNY.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping spree, we headed to the Timesquare again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended to watch movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275879057423982242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/STewDMet3qI/AAAAAAAAAPE/i_twdamkiu0/s320/DSC03410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to some reasons, we ended up “Yam Cha”ing in Gasoline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275179793069632450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/STU0Epw768I/AAAAAAAAAOs/XFhCvCzS2y0/s320/DSC03408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game that we played inside Gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure what it was called in English. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275179158538455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/STUzft86irI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YAIo8bcnkuk/s320/DSC03400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual fun of the whole games was coming from Hui Teng. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She was not very good at removing and balancing the blocks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, she lost 3 out of 5 games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean……very “impressive”, Hui Teng! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our gathering come to an end at 4.3pm plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275178583527976690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/STUy-P3u7vI/AAAAAAAAAOc/W_DOH8NG810/s320/DSC03398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275878741641406386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/STevw0GSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wzAmbr90hFY/s320/IMG_2246.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Pic that we took b4 we left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot fun today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though I dunno why it’s so difficult for us to plan a nice schedule early,&lt;br /&gt;but thanks God,&lt;br /&gt;the not-so-planned gathering turned out to be more amusing than I thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5553060136697862142?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5553060136697862142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5553060136697862142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5553060136697862142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25.11.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last paper – Introduction to Accounting Principle took place today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week, I seemed to “live for” this paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before the exam, I couldn’t help myself to stop thinking about my “after-the-exam schedule”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept frustrating my attempt to do my revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I carried it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the paper this time, I have probably screwed it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz the questions were so tough and tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the accounting students think the questions were tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have nth to repent of cuz I have already tried my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the finished final exam, we went to Kuala Perlis to try the well-known seafood meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented two “kereta sapu” cuz there were 10 of us, including Jun, Jian Ning, Hong, Hami, Boon, Hua, Chun, The Dog, and one Dun-know-wat-his-name-is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey, we had a slight “accident”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our cars was running out of gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damned funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273328196593432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SS6gDjYAuGI/AAAAAAAAANk/xTjzSMyki-8/s320/DSC03372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to “save” the car, the other car had to go to the nearest petrol station to buy petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, problem was solved soon after the petrol was bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us was familiar with the road to KP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, it was very lucky for us to reach our destination safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was called Hai-Tien (Sea-Sky).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of it was shabby and dilapidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273328809615602338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SS6gnPD4sqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/yyoqL_rFtC0/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if it’s going to shatter anytime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, the food there was exceptionally delicious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273328438618128210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SS6gRo_Mf1I/AAAAAAAAANs/UQxc59EG_Os/s320/DSC03380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Food we’ve ordered.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried You-Tiao was the most delicious one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of it now made me drool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273329694022821810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SS6hatu_57I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2XIB8OZvApM/s320/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273329433904198610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SS6hLkt4s9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/H1MAen-odLI/s320/DSC03390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(We took pic after the excellent meal!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jun was taking the Da Bau.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We reached our hostel at around 10pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a tiring day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7879869732365099110?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7879869732365099110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7879869732365099110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5619773887120372324</id><published>2008-11-21T13:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:48:53.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.11.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today (till 25th), I have to live alone in Room #302,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all of my roommates already went home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought this was going to be good to me, cuz I think I can focus 100% on my account revision without any distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m freaking lonely now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hullabaloo raised by Nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more Japanese songs and “Bleach” cartoon animations played by Keong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room just feels so empty now.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Telling u secretly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m going to sleep at Boon’s room (which is opposite to my room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I’m timid as a hare to sleep alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just because few days ago, we had a “UUM Ghost Story Convention” where we talked about ghost stories which are primarily concerned with UUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, those stories really did freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hav learned some Pantang from the ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pantang#1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: try to put sth on ur cupboard so tt it wont look so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979343777096690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SSZHyUxBY_I/AAAAAAAAANM/5ZDOkMfbeRM/s320/cupboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ~someone would sit on it and watch u when u r sleeping~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pantang #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : try to put sth on ur mattress as well when u left for s'where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979260949362674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SSZHtgNWd_I/AAAAAAAAANE/O82M-4GwSj4/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~someone would sleep on it and occupy that bed~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today I mainly spent my time with two of my beloved roommates.&lt;br /&gt;We went to have lunch in Subaidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we, Alex Keong, Nano, Jun and I had our last DOTA battle (for this sem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had dinner at TNB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979771650485266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SSZILOt_LBI/AAAAAAAAANc/9npZL9Z-ims/s320/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 10pm plus, Alex, Boon and I sent Nano and Keong off at University INN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270979612132361554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SSZIB8d5xVI/AAAAAAAAANU/10hzbQumQww/s320/DSC01429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Pic we took b4 Keong and Nano (green arrow) left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go,&lt;br /&gt;by then it’s my turn to go home after my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I should do now is Gambatei for my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAM GAM GAM, GAMBATEI!&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/7220244059858683819-5619773887120372324?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5619773887120372324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5619773887120372324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5619773887120372324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5619773887120372324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/alone.html' title='Alone!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SSZHyUxBY_I/AAAAAAAAANM/5ZDOkMfbeRM/s72-c/cupboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-3305268285710712971</id><published>2008-11-08T14:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:39:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat Again ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.11.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another steamboat gathering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Wan Sin, Si Mung, Shu Yun and I had a Small Bentong Gathering by having dinner in Chang Lun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll let the photos do the talking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266162885825439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUrPkr4pTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WKp5p_h_Bnk/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wan Sin with the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163135076504466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUreFN-E5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/qdcWKy8uhy0/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163220599610050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUrjD0RGsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CQo8ro8gnpw/s320/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variety of Food served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUsCPljwGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/He5BuZ2Z9Ho/s1600-h/DSC03170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163756335087714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUsCPljwGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/He5BuZ2Z9Ho/s320/DSC03170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even I could decoct a better soup than this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The spicyness wasn't enough, neither was the sourness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUr71vdeAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SmsJ0gtTYM8/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163646318082050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUr71vdeAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/SmsJ0gtTYM8/s320/DSC03169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beloved Shu Yun and Wan Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUrpJeWHQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NPU-yzGDywQ/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266163325197491458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUrpJeWHQI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NPU-yzGDywQ/s320/DSC03168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n Si Mung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost us RM50 for whole set of steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it wasn't the typical type of steamboat that we used to have, it still counted as NOT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this has been a day to remember, for four of us.&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/7220244059858683819-3305268285710712971?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3305268285710712971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3305268285710712971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3305268285710712971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3305268285710712971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/steamboat-again.html' title='Steamboat Again ^-^'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUrPkr4pTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WKp5p_h_Bnk/s72-c/DSC03163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2646422085158871323</id><published>2008-11-08T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:17:09.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce vs Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;6.11.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266161602204490370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUqE20zWoI/AAAAAAAAAME/GHZW6aHUK-8/s320/OBAMA-VS-BEYONCE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the biggest events happening recently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure many will say it is the “Obama became the first African American”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u ask me, I would have to answer –“ the debut of Beyonce’s single –If I were a boy/single ladies”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I’m not concerned about the political world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really think Obama has done a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to Obama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed the world, especially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our COUNTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that irrespective of race and religion, nothing is impossible with hard work and determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in my perspective, I think the debut of Beyonce’s new single is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;(cuz she is the BEYONCE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the songs,&lt;br /&gt;I am totally absolutely wholly in love with the song – If I Were a Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a great ballad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bootylicious super diva reckons she'd make a better man than any of the cheating, selfish gits she's run into in her time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video of the song is kinda like “Freaky Friday”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the video, a guy (I guess he was Ms Knowles’ husband in the video) makes Ms Knowles breakfast and she kinda dun hav time to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is playing a role as a police officer who does things that hurt her significant other, like not answering his phone and flirting with other guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made her look wanton and I kinda dun like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the clip, I realized that Ms Knowles was acting out his life and he was a cop and everything that occurred was really him doing the same things to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic yet interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-2646422085158871323?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2646422085158871323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2646422085158871323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2646422085158871323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2646422085158871323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyonce-vs-obama.html' title='Beyonce vs Obama'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SRUqE20zWoI/AAAAAAAAAME/GHZW6aHUK-8/s72-c/OBAMA-VS-BEYONCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1836803967454218957</id><published>2008-10-31T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:51:22.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only Joking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;30/31.10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Sin sent me a sms (on 30.10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the content is as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is DIGI special gift for every DIGI user.&lt;br /&gt;Just send this message to another 10 DIGI user and you'll get RM50 free automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always receives this kind of sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 out of 100 of it were scams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I didn’t believe this kind of message anymore since I had been “scammed” several times (due to avarice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I wanna try my luck this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sent it to other 1o people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed 9 of them didn’t even want to bother about the sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, Andy who was one of the 10 people I mentioned above, acted kinda…extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied that he was annoyed to receive this kind of sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he said I’m very “cheap” (by sending this kind of sms to somebody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I felt bloody angry with his remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because first of all, I dun think this kind of sms will do harm to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just depends whether you want to send it to another 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it doesn’t contain any curse, like if u dun send this message to another 10 people, you will be out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a BIG idea (wicked PRANK) coming from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about trying to trick Andy into believing this message and indeed sending this sms to 10 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just wanna be mischievous this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I replied I had already received the RM50 by forwarding this message to another 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked him to believe me and do it faster becuz the offer was valid for 2 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA HA HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (31.10), he asked me why he didn’t received that RM50 though he had sent the sms to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I replied happily that I lied to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I deeply regretted what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed he was rather fed up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he had to explain to those 10 people and this was all because of my bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n emphasized I had totally “betrayed” our friendship by telling such a lie (sound very serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(after a deep thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I was a little over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I replied him with a message of apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he can forget about what I’d done and forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hard feeling, k?&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/7220244059858683819-1836803967454218957?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1836803967454218957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1836803967454218957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1836803967454218957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1836803967454218957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-only-joking.html' title='I&apos;m Only Joking!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1490857271920874114</id><published>2008-10-28T22:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:55:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Drop Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 &amp;amp; 27th .10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th of this month was really a big day to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it was the day when the Add Drop Week was going to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda scary cuz it was my first time to add courses through the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how’s the situation going to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the line going to be congested with tons of applicants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could successfully add all the courses that I wanted to add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of question marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.3pm, June, Jian Ning, Keong and I left for DKG5 after taking our dinner n bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213388566904226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjMk3VvaI/AAAAAAAAALg/kNEx9SqKSOE/s320/DSC02886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213289219942626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjGyxLaOI/AAAAAAAAALY/k11es7a92dE/s320/DSC02885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us brought a lot of things, likes books, papers, pens, multiple socket, water and even food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seemed like going to live in Africa for months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luckily there was just a few people there when we arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quickly, we sat at somewhere near the socket and “set up” our laptop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At 8pm, Alex, Cai Li and Pih Ling turned up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were 4 hours left before 12am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So during that 4 hours, some of us were relaxing by playing games, watching movie, eating and chatting, while some were still busy with their timetable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was one of the latter one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was almost finished, suddenly Sam and Kieth showed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ended up following their timetable (since my timetable couldn’t meet most of their demands).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought the problems were solved there and I could simply sit down, relax and wait for add-drop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, problems arose when we found that Sam hadn’t updated the course timetable yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we had to arrange the timetable once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really troublesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So it took us another hour to get our timetable ready.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Time went by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One minute before 12am, all of us were counting down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Once it came to 12am, I quickly key in the code of Financial Management (the utmost important course for my next sem).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213593161182402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjYfCarMI/AAAAAAAAALw/VD9k3X6RNGs/s320/DSC02888.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so glad tt the course has been successfully updated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everything was going smooth at first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, soon after several adding, the speed of the line had become bloody slow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I found that some groups of courses that I intended to add had become full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quickly I moved to plan B.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plan C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FULL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After several tries, finally, there was only one course left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought at last I could make it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THANKS to the goddamn super slow line, half of an hour had passed (I heard tt the portal would only open for ½ hour for add-drop).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By then, none of us could log in anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haiz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213505814645890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjTZpYTII/AAAAAAAAALo/fat63uMnybE/s320/DSC02887.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Cai Li and Alex were waiting patiently to log in again)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we never gave in to the goddamn super slow line, we kept on trying and trying…until finally miracle appeared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nano could log in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213677069684898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjdXnw0KI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VUe58RGoxpY/s320/DSC02889.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Nano with his laptop)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So all of us used Nano’s laptop to add our courses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks god!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We finally made it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of us were over the moon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though my timetable wasn’t arranged as I wished, I really appreciate what I got now cuz many of my friends couldn’t even add any course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s about 3.3am when we finally finished adding all the courses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally we could go back to our room to have a good sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-1490857271920874114?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1490857271920874114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1490857271920874114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1490857271920874114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1490857271920874114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/add-drop-week.html' title='Add Drop Week.'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SQcjMk3VvaI/AAAAAAAAALg/kNEx9SqKSOE/s72-c/DSC02886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5868390854664872288</id><published>2008-10-21T10:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:39:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Things I’ve Learned Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;19.10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Keong, Boon, Alex, Cai Li (Alex”s gf), Hamizan and I planned to go to Sport Complex to play badminton at 3.30pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Keong, Boon, Hamizan and I didn’t make it on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the bus stop at about 3.40pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived, we saw Alex and Cai Li were already there waiting for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn’t sense the aura at the bus stop was a bit odd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I kept on laughing and cracking jokes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There were several buses passing and didn’t stop by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Alex slammed his bag against the bench. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His act freaked me out (as I have never seen him acting like that before). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I could sense something was happening~~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that he was fed up with the latecomers [(-us) who had procrastinated the plan]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Alex and Cai Li refused to go and left the bus stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from that moment, I learned that time concept is really crucial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first&lt;strong&gt; lesson&lt;/strong&gt; was – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BE PUNCTUAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, four of us didn’t want to spoil our mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we continued with our plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we reached the Sport Complex at around 4.15pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the badminton “match”, we changed to play Ping Pong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not mistaken, I had not played Ping Pong for almost 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, three of us, rookie, were counting on our coach – Hamizan who was the second runner-up of the “U” Ping Pong Competition, to teach us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ping-Pong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was my second &lt;strong&gt;lesson&lt;/strong&gt; for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping-Pong was a bit harder than I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I learned how to grip the bat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I learned how to control the ball (toughest part). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I learned some tactics, eg : to smash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I gave a “A” to Hamizan for teaching us Ping-Pong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he was not “stingy” to teach us what he knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, we headed to Convo Expo to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259437461337304226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP1GgWFkbKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wRHxkwRm88w/s320/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere there was full of “Convo Feel”, just look at the pictures below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259425145677682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP07TergGSI/AAAAAAAAALA/b5wncB-2Xn0/s320/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259424714126858146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP066XBxF6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/dGijxgiz-tc/s320/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Set up for the photo snapping - so "cool"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259425438954376786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP07kjOHTlI/AAAAAAAAALI/TYCQYHkG5JU/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;RM1 charged for taking photo with the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259423763088496178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP06DAIjVjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qx-4EWIav-Y/s320/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Finally i could see the fountain flashing water at night. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were many graduates taking photo, I didn't snap them cuz the environment was too dark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking at the scene made me imagine the situation when i'm going to graduate 2 n a half years later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By then, I must recall back what I had done today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5868390854664872288?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5868390854664872288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5868390854664872288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5868390854664872288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5868390854664872288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-things-ive-learned-today.html' title='2 Things I’ve Learned Today!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SP1GgWFkbKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wRHxkwRm88w/s72-c/DSC02650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-4391835463026137446</id><published>2008-10-19T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:34:09.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aduh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.10.08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 2.30am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe that I am writing this blog right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my roommates are already asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what keep me awake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unbearable “PAIN”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s my “best friend” - muscular rheumatism, come to visit me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the hell is happening this time, the pain is just unbearable though I have taken in the pain killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that my “best friend” has grown stronger now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m just trying to distract my “attention” from the pain by typing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to write this long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe later I will proceed to “dota”ing or do some revision to keep distracting my attention from the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m sure is that later I must go to the PKU to see the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this time he will give me the right painkiller and right treament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a conclusion, I hope that whoever read this blog may start to take good care of their body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as the bad living example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun simply let any part of your body get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7220244059858683819-4391835463026137446?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4391835463026137446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=4391835463026137446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4391835463026137446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/4391835463026137446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/aduh.html' title='Aduh!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-326973141462007800</id><published>2008-10-19T09:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:31:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luther Vandross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258670490976190466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SPqM8y13AAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mUAd38Qe8Cg/s320/luther.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I accidentally downloaded a song named “Dance with My Father”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is performed by Luther Vandross, a singer that I had never heard before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought the song was so-so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my expectation, it was fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyric, rhyme, tone, plus the voice of the singer, everything about the song works so perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna emphasize here is the voice of Luther Vandross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words to describe the voice of Luther.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mellow, soft, and “man”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just hard to find another guy in this world with such voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unique! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wanna introduce you guys to this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is dedicated to Vandross’ memory childhood dances with his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video for this song features various celebrities alongside their fathers and other family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most eye-catching pairs of “celebrities with fathers” sure is Beyonce with her father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song also won Luther his fourth and final award in the Best Male R&amp;amp;B Vocal Performance category. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, Luther Vandross died on July 1, 2005 at the age of 54.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cause of his death was never publicly released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a loss to the Music Industry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the release of the music video “Bye Bye” from Mariah Carey sees Luther's picture appear in the closing images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His image was included as a tribute along with various other deceased people with whom Carey had collaborated with during her career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope u guys enjoy listening to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7220244059858683819-326973141462007800?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/326973141462007800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=326973141462007800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/326973141462007800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/326973141462007800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/luther-vandross.html' title='Luther Vandross'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SPqM8y13AAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mUAd38Qe8Cg/s72-c/luther.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7416330551399738440</id><published>2008-10-10T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:41:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEXPECTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3pm, Nano, Alex, Boon, Keong and I went to Komplex Sukan to play badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there was a competition going on in the badminton court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an unexpected and disappointed news!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not worthy for us to go back to hostel cuz we had walked for such a long journey to the Komplex Sukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545354387150626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO9yp50zVyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MndU_REgA5A/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(guys with their bi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545966721089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO9zNi8lwLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OY8YvaqDP2s/s320/DSC02471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Look at that childish Nano - showing his double signals.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So we changed our plan to cycling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The seat of the mountain bicycle was too low to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The level of the seat couldn’t changed since it was screwed tightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Furthermore, the seat was too hard for my ass to handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My ass was ache and I had to suffer a relapse (I injured my pelvis a year ago).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During the cycling journey, we visited the Taman Rusa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though it has been 3 months since we came to UUM, we havn’t visited the Taman Rusa yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was a good opportunity for us to get close to see the deers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255544261954871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO9xqUMpoJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fvEEDzGFrJw/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the deers, how adorable they are!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255547011235677026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO90KWERg2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tPN8R5T7AYk/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Boon - guy in green, threatening the deer not to move)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After cycling, Alex suggested to take a sauna.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We havn’t  tried the sauna here before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So everyone was eager to try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255546877137798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO90Cig2RiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LlA97tRyEPM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Sauna Room)&lt;br /&gt;It cost us RM3 each person, including a towel and a short as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was quite disgusting for us to wear the short since we dunno whether it was well cleaned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, we still had to use it since we didn’t bring any of our personal towel and short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a fresh experience to me as I have never had a sauna before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the end of the sauna, the sweat was pouring off me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had become totally rejuvenated and refreshing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You should try it if you are lazy to exercise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been a crazy day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Totally exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7416330551399738440?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7416330551399738440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7416330551399738440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7416330551399738440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7416330551399738440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected.html' title='UNEXPECTED!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SO9yp50zVyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MndU_REgA5A/s72-c/DSC02463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6027207265659397345</id><published>2008-10-08T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:37:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;08.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I heard the BAD NEWS second hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about the English for Communication 2 timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that I have to attend my Com2 classes from 14th Nov to 24th Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that my A-Famosa Holiday Plan was probably going to be cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is really going to happen, I will be feeling ashamed to face my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I hav promised them early that I will join this A-Famosa Holiday plan with 100% certainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Must “U” treat me like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6027207265659397345?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6027207265659397345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6027207265659397345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6027207265659397345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6027207265659397345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-news.html' title='Bad News!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2312524057095705952</id><published>2008-10-08T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:34:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Bus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.10.08&lt;br /&gt;Just in the blink of an eye, my holidays were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.10pm, Bee took me to the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks, Bee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, I didn’t see anyone there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, people crowded the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 10 of us who were going to take the bus back to UUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how come there could be so many of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wanna say “Thanks” to our beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they came to see us off (though there was a traffic jam due to “Balik Kerja” phenomena).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t seen some of them for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them hav become prettier and more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambing is the one who has the most dramatic change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looked at his hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting while waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus supposed to come at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dunno what the hell was happening – the arrival of the bus was one and a half hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends intended to dine after saw us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they didn’t expected that the bus so damned late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the time they all had to “ikat perut” first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9pm, the damned bus came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying goodbye, our friends left and we were sitting inside the bus while waiting for the bus to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we could feel the temperature inside the bus was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pipe of the air conditioner was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the driver and his partners took another half hour to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30pm, the bus indeed took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I really thanked God for letting us take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, seemed that God didn’t stand by our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after one hour, the damned bus broke down again (in Gombak area).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tiu Na Sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shoudn’t be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than these three words, I dunno what words else can express my feeling at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiu NA Sing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254802503292715602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOzPCR2YglI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FXbrcpn1cmY/s320/DSC02313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver left us in a Mamak Restaurant called AL-Isian (if I’m not mistaken).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254804526628918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOzQ4DXU1MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vMh6328FUyE/s320/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Girls were chatting happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254802789908484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOzPS9k6ExI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1LlSRnFgD8g/s320/DSC02318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sin, and Mr. An - the most talkative person I hav ever met b4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour had passed, the bus came back to the restaurant to take us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm oredy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bon voyage!”, I said to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, our journey really became “Bon Voyage”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We successfully arrived at UUM at 6am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7220244059858683819-2312524057095705952?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2312524057095705952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2312524057095705952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2312524057095705952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/2312524057095705952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/damned-bus.html' title='Damned Bus!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOzPCR2YglI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FXbrcpn1cmY/s72-c/DSC02313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-106000167312481566</id><published>2008-10-05T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:13:40.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Former Colleague Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.10.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Herman and I went to KL to meet Fei and Kit as we had promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intended to meet them at 12pm at Timesquare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we didn’t board the 10am bus (cuz Herman thought there would be another Mara bus coming at 10.15am). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Mara bus service was stopped during the Hari Raya Holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew it at the last minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the 11am bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of people taking the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them were foreign workers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop breathing while striving hard to board the bus,&lt;br /&gt;cuz the strong smell from the foreign worker was Be Tahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk! What a smell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, Plz buy a DEO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached our destination at 1pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we met Kit at the monorail station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost couldn’t recognize him (cuz his face has become rounder and his hair has become shorter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had bought the 6pm bus ticket, there wasn’t much time left for K-singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved to our next plan - watching movie - Painted Skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, unfortunately, all strategy seats had been sold out, left only the front corner seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to our last plan - meeting Fei at Low Yat. (at the time, he was helping his fren buying laptop) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei was another shock to me when I saw him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at his tummy, so tumorous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that KL lifestyle was very easeful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to All IT to buy something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Shikiya (I’m not sure about the name) – a halal Japanese Restaurant to have our lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice was tasteless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet corn wasn’t sweet, it had a decomposed odor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and only advantage was the water refilling service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a good time chatting about our recent happenings and gossiping about our former boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, when come to gossiping our former boss, there was a lot to talk about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That FranXX…hobby is torturing new trainee…”&lt;br /&gt;“That DavXX…Still that Sui Yong…”&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After having our lunch, we continued our shopping spree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Herman and I had bought sth that we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253654369820676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOi60HXXEwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6iXcPhy3RHE/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Guys checking out the head set tt's just bought.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hemm, it's good to meet my buddy again,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hopefully during our next time gathering, Jena, Cikgu, Hui Teng and Pik Wah also can join.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-106000167312481566?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/106000167312481566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=106000167312481566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/106000167312481566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/106000167312481566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/former-colleague-gathering.html' title='Former Colleague Gathering'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOi60HXXEwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6iXcPhy3RHE/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6265384522130903519</id><published>2008-10-01T21:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:12:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^.^ PIGLET ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed “piglet” so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t seen this “piglet” since last holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute as usual, still, he is very very…...naughty (as usual). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner tonight, he asked me if I wanna join him to play candle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His “invitation” reminded me of my childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that, during my childhood, I was the kind of kid that would keep playing with candle or latern though moon cake festival had passed several days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was free at the time, furthermore, I also wanted to recall back my childhood memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252950420417479746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOY6k3e5BEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_TXDXl9uW6c/s320/DSC02267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, laterns were designed so creatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252179420110035730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SON9WvhGmxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bMTyomgZ_EA/s320/DSC02274.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute face with his heart shape candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252179550001107746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SON9eTZjEyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jg0kxdUy2vM/s320/piglet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and piglet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252180100937472194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SON9-XzA2MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FyyRMyjT9sc/s320/DSC02277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cute enough to pose for "Child Vogue"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252179771762380114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SON9rNhjjVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dNE3SwKNlXM/s320/DSC02283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little chef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this nite really made me recall bac my childhood memories.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6265384522130903519?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6265384522130903519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6265384522130903519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6265384522130903519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6265384522130903519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/piglet.html' title='^.^ PIGLET ^.^'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOY6k3e5BEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_TXDXl9uW6c/s72-c/DSC02267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1787754004344069205</id><published>2008-09-30T21:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:31:45.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30.09.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairs of chromosomes in a gene, and one determines your skin condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetics is one of the factors certainly to blame for bouts of acne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals with oily, thicker skin inherited from mom or dad tend to be most affected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I’m one of the individuals mentioned above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blame my parents (in my heart) for passing down such a bad gene to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nowadays, I’m no longer a “reproacher”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I should thank my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inheritance of bad skin condition always reminds me to lead a healthy lifestyle (sound airs and graces, but it’s true). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid taking in evil junk food, maintaining 8 hours sleep each day and exercising at least 3 times a week are the basic healthy lifestyle I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes, the seduction of the mean unhealthy food is irresistible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg, during the steamboat gathering two days ago, I told myself that I should only take in the boiled food for my skin’s sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when come to reality, it’s a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sausages sizzling on the teppanyaki made me lose control (as you can see from the pics in “steamboat gathering – 28.09.08”, our “steamboat” is teppanyaki and steamboat combined). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about the “healthy lifestyle”, I ate tons of FRIED sausages, hams, fish balls, chicken slices, and sotong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what “awards” did I get in consequence of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251799960950975026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkPT_kqjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5bHDbR2ZMPg/s320/acnes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of acne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I told myself that I must undergo a detoxification to get rid of the acne during these few days before I go back to UUM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A detoxification can be practiced at different levels, depending on your needs and how far you want to take it.&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen the simple one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my DETOX plan : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. DETOX DIETS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fresh Natural Organic Fruit Juice&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to create a new juice – I hav oredy named it – Miracle Juice SK3&lt;br /&gt;The combination is quite fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the “recipe”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800359637101842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkmhNwLRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/inoEe0gHWpw/s320/DSC02186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;½ Aloe vera&lt;br /&gt;3 slices of honey dew&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of Yakult yogurt drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800587321856322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkzxaB0UI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tggNIJGzvJA/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slice the aloe vera and the honey dew into small pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801405007166562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIljXhZfGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/B6auiN5u0sk/s320/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then put all the pieces into the blender. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801612046966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIlvaziHTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0YzQ2m-Vd8s/s320/DSC02191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the Yakult. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801864934188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIl-I4i5sI/AAAAAAAAAII/oR3RMCYl_x8/s320/DSC02193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Push the button “ON” and wait for about 1 minute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251802052523676754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOImJDtXVFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XZpz2diQPis/s320/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A glass of Miracle Juice SK3 is served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it if you dare (cuz some people dun like the flavor of aloe vera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. DRINK, DRINK AND DRINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is the key to flushing out toxins.&lt;br /&gt;So, I kept remind myself to drink water.&lt;br /&gt;Before drinking water, I must remind myself to boil water first (since all of my family members were out of town).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHAT GOES IN MUST COME OUT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800091311807522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkW5oBHCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wj0mi4DFK5s/s320/DSC02185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the best to begin with the intestines to prevent toxic substances from become reabsorbed.&lt;br /&gt;So, I drank a glass of plain warm water once I wake up to moisture my intestines so that it can move adequately enough to expel the toxins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. YOGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to practice yoga since I am the kind of person who is lazy to move a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Yoga has the ability to relax your body and control your breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on what yoga you practice, it has different outcome.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to practice the simple one like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251799651313661330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIj9SgSNZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vK8du_0_3cg/s320/dgl_yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251799791014585458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkFa7lJHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LNNWZ80vYlI/s320/yoga2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-1787754004344069205?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1787754004344069205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1787754004344069205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1787754004344069205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1787754004344069205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/detox.html' title='Detox!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIkPT_kqjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5bHDbR2ZMPg/s72-c/acnes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-2412804023374731249</id><published>2008-09-29T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:03:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steambot Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28th.09.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate all of my friends back from different places (Sabah, Kedah, Penang, and Kl) during Hari Ray holidays, we organized a steambot gathering at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my family members were out of town, so this was the good opportunity to have a gathering till late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 12 people who would join the gathering this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were Andy, Bee, Herman, Hoe Pui, Wai Hou, Lek, Chun Fei, Sin Teng, Jia Ling, Patricia, Wan Sin and of course, me. (Regrettably, Monica and Miki couldn’t join us this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, Pat, Andy, Herman, Hoe Pui went to buy the necessary thing and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they took all the thing to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn now to prepare the food (with the help of Hoe Pui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation included cleaning the raw food, slicing the meat into pieces, and the most troublesome part – decocting the Tom Yam soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Hoe Pui and I did a good job cuz the Tom Yam soup was tiptop – sourness and spiciness were in perfect balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steambot gathering supposed to start at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, due to the latecomer, we started to eat at around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251439956378357362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODc0Sc5jnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/du9R_IHMRMA/s320/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251440429472384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODdP03ThrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qVL59CK4s0M/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement of the food seemed “professional”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447320241044530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODjg6-k_DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9V1W46GsDEY/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of fun during the meal. Cracking jokes like 37 Celsius milk and future Teresa Kwok (the 12 people I mentioned above would know what i mean here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience just like the scene in the drama Moonlight Resonance. So warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished eating at 9.30pm. After that, Pat, Wan Sin and Jia Ling helped me cleaned up the places. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251814390375474418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SOIxXNydZPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/21Lvyt0gO-c/s320/DSC02148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others were playing Dota in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251447575037894114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODjvwK4XeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/U5qFi-cLSUQ/s320/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251448973011228978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODlBIBsmTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LsYg-xalQcI/s320/crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the dishes had been cleaned, four of us (pic above), Pat, Bee, Wan Sin and I were chatting in the dining room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, steambot gathering for this time was very successful, cuz we didn’t over budget, furthermore, the quantity of the food was just enough – no more wasting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say - What a happy holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-2412804023374731249?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2412804023374731249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=2412804023374731249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-1481999873570689007</id><published>2008-09-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:36:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;25.09.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking my statistic exam today, I felt absolutely relaxed and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz tonight I was going to go back to Bentong – my hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6.30pm, my roommates headed to Chang Lun to take the bus back to KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole hostel became so quite after 8pm (cuz everyone had balik kampong) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite scary when I was taking my bath cuz the surrounding was damned quite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm, I went to dine with Fat Long at Mas café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I proceeded to the bus stop to wait for my #31 bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, I met Wei Yan and Cheung who were going to go back to Pahang too at the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting until the bus came at 10.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Mei had kept a seat for me (cuz the bus was free-seated one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and listened to music, and tried not to talk to Mei ( cuz she said she NEVER sleeps during the long journey back to hometown – meaning to say that she would keep talking with the people sit beside her during the journey – things that I dun wan to happen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretended I was SO tired and sleepy and closed my eyes all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 hours,  finally, I arrived at the Bentong bus station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-1481999873570689007?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1481999873570689007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=1481999873570689007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/1481999873570689007'/><link rel='self' 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tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knew it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s else can it be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it was the Mooncake Festival Charity Show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so well-known cuz the promotion of the event was started since last month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat Long forced me to buy one ticket(since he was one of the committee of the charity show). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the level of the show was same as the secondary school’s level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my expectation, it was fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gorgeous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7pm, Ham, Nano, Boon, and I headed to Dewan Mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a “coincidence”!&lt;br /&gt;(Nano would know the meaning of the inverted commas) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Li Teng, so we walked together to Dewan Mas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went inside, we took some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251432181187199618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODVvtm3woI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ux9yKhfbyg0/s320/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ham, Nano, Li Teng &amp;amp; Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251432407882567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODV86HQjqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YAEpwX04pgc/s320/DSC02067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Li Xian &amp;amp; Li Teng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251433008630366946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODWf4EsguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/blctfXJSIpU/s320/DSC02068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaps below were distributed by Sin (cuz i couldn’t take any clear images with my k810). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251434398482777746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODXwxrVRpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wy0_fKmuaFI/s320/acrobat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrobatics performance by acrobats from China. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431529770040962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODVJy46voI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZI1zOsKH_Ek/s320/DSC01831.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lion Dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431769860863330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODVXxTB9WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OilOwYGn3ro/s320/DSC01837.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestral performances by U’s orchestra team – the most boring part of the show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431967597890818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODVjR7NjQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r65SBvrrMGs/s320/DSC01853.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion show – models decked out in traditional clothes of diff races. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, this has been a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-3959358945254332342?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3959358945254332342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=3959358945254332342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3959358945254332342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/3959358945254332342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/moonfest-charity-show.html' title='Moonfest Charity Show'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SODVvtm3woI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ux9yKhfbyg0/s72-c/DSC02064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7660101869150718014</id><published>2008-09-20T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:51:33.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 19-09-08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took my Managerial Math exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions weren’t very tough, just like the previous Math’s paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as usual, I double checked my answers after I had done all the questions with full attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had passed up my paper, I was asked by Ong to stay and wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as what Hamizan had told me this morning, we were going to give our Math Lecturer, Mr. Mohd Noor a present as a keepsake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was because our Mr. Lecturer was going to leave us to further his study in UK next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a disappointing news for the girls (especially the “jellyfish”).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247773098945809698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SNPV1GCEDSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0xB-v6JvqdY/s320/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mohd Noor is the one who is wearing white shirt (sitting in the front site).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247774506790352946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SNPXHCqW-DI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1x6ptcXszmY/s320/DSC01996+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Mr Mohd Noor and Hamizan (I looked pale, probably becuz i had just finished my exam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the pictures, he is quite “handsome” (if compared with the lecturers that I have seen before, that’s the reason why I wanna use inverted commas.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, To Mr.Mohd Noor,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say that I really appreciate what you had taught me these last few months,&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST to u. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-7660101869150718014?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7660101869150718014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7660101869150718014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7660101869150718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7660101869150718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SNPV1GCEDSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0xB-v6JvqdY/s72-c/DSC01998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-7052989929802969172</id><published>2008-09-15T15:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:56:07.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An advance celebration of Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 13.09.08 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164105916646818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4edX6RBaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oeBwyKyG82A/s320/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, this year Mooncake Festival was really “special” to me.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Mooncake Festival without my family and friends made me feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I haven’t eaten any mooncake(one that I used to eat during Moon Fest) yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164430032374482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4ewPVeitI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Zxw_kIIppUM/s320/DSC01880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moon cake dedication from friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was touching when I received it (though the mooncake tasted horrible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, some of my friends had planned something to celebrate the Moon Fest.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we gathered in front of the Mas café.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us brought a latern and some food.&lt;br /&gt;So we chit chat under the moon while eating food that we brought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164818279646546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4fG1q1xVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ETR7rh3eSCs/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Starting from left : Me, Alex, Pit ling, and Chai Li.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;( The Moon behind us was created by myself cuz that night, the moon was partly covered by the dark cloud.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246165373005677554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4fnIL1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yYvSWrEmV54/s320/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;James with his latern. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246168092302280418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4iFaWqhuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QLJt1L4HxCE/s320/DSC01896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alex and Keong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was not the typical type of Moon Fest celebration that I used to have, I still enjoyed every moment celebrating Moon Fest here with my friends.&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/7220244059858683819-7052989929802969172?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7052989929802969172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=7052989929802969172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7052989929802969172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/7052989929802969172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/advance-celebration-of-mooncake.html' title='An advance celebration of Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4edX6RBaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oeBwyKyG82A/s72-c/DSC01900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5417045006463554174</id><published>2008-09-15T14:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:15:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork meal ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.09.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, around 4.30pm, four of us – Keong,Nano, Boon and I went to Chang Lun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, our purpose was to buy some “supplies”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Bulan Ramaddhan, “supplies” especially Maggie Mee were running out quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That meant money was also “running out” quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav to live frugally this whole month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246135591237664722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4EhmdBP9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mgFVPIluE8A/s320/DSC01845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246135966033225554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4E3arPp1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/W53JhSSN6cM/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nano and Keong playing with the sunglasses inside C-Mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both of them looked funny, don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside buying some necessities, Boon intended to buy tickets back to Johor (Boon is a Johor Lang) at the terminal bus of Chang Lun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets were sold expensively during Hari Perayaan (as many people will balik kampong during Hari Raya.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ticket back to Bentong costs RM60 (which has been risen by 30%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unbelievable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still have to buy cuz miss home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping spree, we headed to “Xiang Jian”( a Kampung type “restaurant” near C-Mart) to hav our dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the great opportunity to eat something non-halal ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one chef inside the open kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the chef was an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246136812003764706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4FoqKVqeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xOZpznP91ko/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So called Gu Lou Yok - pork meal tt v ordered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for 45 minutes and once the food was served, we gobbled down all the food in just 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that we were really hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246137133123194946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4F7WbLUEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W-_m6zmHgAg/s320/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;( Pic : They seemed really enjoy the dinner just now)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After our dinner, we headed to the terminal bus waiting for the bus back to UUM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246137317326042354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4GGEojtPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/tiL_N_O8pGE/s320/DSC01857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nano must be exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Otherwise, there would be no chances for me to take this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We successfully arrived "home" at 9.30pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, I'm really looking forword to have the pork meal again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-5417045006463554174?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5417045006463554174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5417045006463554174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5417045006463554174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5417045006463554174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/pork-meal.html' title='Pork meal ^-^'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SM4EhmdBP9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mgFVPIluE8A/s72-c/DSC01845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-184145559578572273</id><published>2008-09-11T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:26:49.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10.09.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just felt that my accounting lecturer did not “like” me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the expression in his eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way he looked at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my sixth sense told me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling kinda weird during his class (cuz i kept on thinking he didn't like me.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr.Lecturer let us to choose whether we wanna have our quiz in today or in next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept emphasizing that today quiz was far easier than the next week one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all chose to be quizzed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teamed up with Boon to do the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob + Boon = Excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is the new formula that I discovered during our cooperation in the question answering)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished it early. (the 1st team finished the questions.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Lecturer come over to check our answers.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what did he said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Correct figures, and correct transactions recording”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “perfect” was just popped out from his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not a big deal achievement, it seemed unreal to me(especially when he looked at me and said the word “perfect”.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time appraisal from the lecturer (especially lecturer that you thought he didn’t like you), it means that I have already changed his impression of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-184145559578572273?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/184145559578572273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=184145559578572273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/184145559578572273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/184145559578572273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect.html' title='PERFECT!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5048958911546307574</id><published>2008-09-02T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:58:12.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERDEKA VS BBQ</title><content type='html'>31.08.08 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Malaysia 51th Independence Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure we have to celebrate this big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was asked by my friend, Myron to attend his BBQ party in his house in Alor Star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (Nano, Keong, Kieth And I ) boarded the bus at 5.13pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 6.45pm, we arrived in Shahab Perdana (Bus terminal in Alor Star) and fetched by Myron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241401037877902498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0yeUwTfKI/AAAAAAAAADw/bUBXNMbxMvg/s320/DSC01753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myron's house is very big and beautiful as you can see from the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ was started at around 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparation took a lot of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially the part of setting the coal on fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see how hard to build a fire from the picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241398860741771378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0wfmSmgHI/AAAAAAAAADg/vOkoDtWyYr4/s320/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was using a big fan to blow the fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank GOD, the fire was finally built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there was not a variety of food prepared, the food was really fine pickled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241400448972480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0x8C6T4AI/AAAAAAAAADo/eZKPbIZQzaE/s320/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Juicy hotdog and chicken wings, delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We intended to go to cyber café to play DOTA after the BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, our plan was totally “destroyed” by the pouring rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241402355036462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0zq_jYHoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fu6rfbz1sj4/s320/DSC01754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was still young (as we were going to spend one night in Myron's house).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to find something to fill up our time. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we watched the “Jackass”. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were laughing out loud when watching this crazy movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating shit, running around naked and all kind of crazy acts were done by the guys inside the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should check out this movie if you dun believe how crazy is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno until what time we all went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a tiring day!&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/7220244059858683819-5048958911546307574?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5048958911546307574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5048958911546307574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5048958911546307574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5048958911546307574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/merdeka-vs-bbq.html' title='MERDEKA VS BBQ'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0yeUwTfKI/AAAAAAAAADw/bUBXNMbxMvg/s72-c/DSC01753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-672946702333375546</id><published>2008-09-02T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:07:47.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIRTY DAY!</title><content type='html'>30.08.08 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the “dirty side” of my hostel was revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty water supplying to our hostel was really disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some proofs, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387487953611874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0mJnWm7GI/AAAAAAAAADA/rAxBqenGuvo/s320/DSC01733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387257404346562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0l8MfYUMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cOlEdsgBeT8/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow colored water, just seemed like kopi O. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real disgusting part was that I had to use this kopi O water to bath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible, horrible and unbelievable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my senior, Sifu asked if we (kieth, Boon, keong and I) wanted to join him for dinner in Chang Loon cuz he think the canteens here would probably use the unclean water to cook. *( Chang Loon is a small town near my U) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my health sake, I quickly said yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dined in a restaurant inside the C Mart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241388210809999858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0mzsNAEfI/AAAAAAAAADI/DRkvw2eCU-w/s320/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The surrounding of this restaurant was quite high class. Hard to find such place in small town like Chang Lun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241390885777569234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0pPZO99dI/AAAAAAAAADY/OxS6c9Dn_Ck/s320/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ordered Lemon Chicken Rice + a glass of coke.&lt;br /&gt;Did it seem like fine dining? (probably it seemed fine dining because of my photo snapping skill) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241390543030882114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0o7cZyj0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/FRsLutWoRBw/s320/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dining with Boon and Kieth. Boon was busy smsing while Kieth was posing for???.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, we went to buy daily necessity in the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later Bulan Ramadhan is going to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, during Puasa, canteens here are not going to open(except during buka Puasa). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So buying things like Maggie mee is totally necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last, we went back to UUM with a full loaded car. &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/7220244059858683819-672946702333375546?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/672946702333375546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=672946702333375546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/672946702333375546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/672946702333375546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/dirty-day.html' title='DIRTY DAY!'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SL0mJnWm7GI/AAAAAAAAADA/rAxBqenGuvo/s72-c/DSC01733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-6301088599768438921</id><published>2008-08-29T14:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:46:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239825825245744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLeZ04awzlI/AAAAAAAAACo/mpqYiVkHdJs/s320/DSC01731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my embarrassment when I told my friends that I didn’t play DOTA before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when you are reading this article, you will also think, “which kampong do this boy come from?”. Before this, somehow, I’m just not attracted by this kind of game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play games like minesweeper and harvest moon. Strategy games like this havn’t been touched by me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this evening, I don’t know what kind of power pushing behind me, I asked my roommates(Nano and Keong) to teach me to play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239826126200238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLeaGZj58UI/AAAAAAAAACw/kPsL7fJ7IhA/s320/roomates2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pic of my roommates and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two “experts” (to me) kept explaining when I tried to figure out the uses of each button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, playing against no hero quite easy one. Later I “lan” game with Keong to fight against two heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost, though it’s just the easy level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno who’s that “rat’s shit”. (Probably is me because as you know, I’m just the beginner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I found the game quite interesting that probably I will keep playing this game for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7220244059858683819-6301088599768438921?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6301088599768438921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=6301088599768438921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6301088599768438921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/6301088599768438921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/dota.html' title='DOTA'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLeZ04awzlI/AAAAAAAAACo/mpqYiVkHdJs/s72-c/DSC01731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-5002456696018848131</id><published>2008-08-27T13:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:31:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Today my mid-term accounting exam was going to be held at 8.30pm. Feeling nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.30pm Boon, Hamizan and I started to walk to DTSO( where I’m going to sit for my exam).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself, the rain was just another obstacle for me to overcome it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239066318488358338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLTnDxQ2TcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JWpRQC87yis/s320/DSC01709.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ella, ella, under Boon’s umbrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st time for me to sit for my exam at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me feel kind of weird. Maybe this is the way how the university operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239067221126389234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLTn4T2hnfI/AAAAAAAAABY/nWEM4_7J95s/s320/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 8.30pm. lot of students waiting outside the hall. Dunno what were the lecturers doing inside, took time so long. Wasn't that the lecturers should let us go inside the hall 15 minutes earlier before the exam starts? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239074452557915794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLTudPCJ5pI/AAAAAAAAABw/4l6VW1pP0Q4/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look at Hamizan's face. Filled with anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt;( Hamizan = chinese + malay )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of the questions were exactly the same one as what my lecturer discussed in my class before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite confident at the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, the end part didn’t come easy to me. Sigh…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made many common mistakes when I was doing the transactions part. The damn “insurance expense” confused me with the damn “prepaid insurance”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyo! Lost many marks there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next time I should really brush up my accounting basic so that these these small mistakes won’t happen again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacob, Gambateikudasai!&lt;/p&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/7220244059858683819-5002456696018848131?l=jacobylicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5002456696018848131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7220244059858683819&amp;postID=5002456696018848131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5002456696018848131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7220244059858683819/posts/default/5002456696018848131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobylicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152168588048364398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SdywGVMk1kI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mZK_l1J2Lk8/S220/nuff.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLTnDxQ2TcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JWpRQC87yis/s72-c/DSC01709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7220244059858683819.post-335791002162589503</id><published>2008-08-23T23:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:20:22.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Back Into the "Forest"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22th of August, this is the day that I m going to go back to UUM!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the journey(from Bentong to Kuala Lumpur, again from Kuala Lumpur to Kedah ) really make me headache. My friends(Si Ming, Hui Yee, Jet Teng, Ke Sin and Jian Fei) and I boarded the Central bus at 7.3opm, from Bentong heading towards KL. The Bentong to KL bus journey took time one and a half hour. Arrived in KL, my friends and i still had to wait for another 1 and a half hour before we can board the Plusliner bus back to UUM.Believe me, the journey is really exhausting. If u dun believe, try look at the pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237739648849732210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLAwdbuq4nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/meckpRzHToA/s320/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Poor Hui Yee and Si Ming! Two girls have to help each others to carry their luggages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237740912475586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLAxm_GjQVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8_-T3bHZ0sI/s320/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For that one and a half hour before we board the bus, we wait inside the KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237741634514164162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLAyRA59mcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hO9rVjrRbVw/s320/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We sincerely wanna say "sorry" to KFC for occupying a whole table just for putting luggages. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237744313537868834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7V1GgiN2418/SLA0s9C_NCI/AAAAAAAAABA/umi6zXVbMsM/s320/niceplusbus.gif" border="0" /&gt; 11pm, we were boarding the bus. The freezing temperature inside the bus keep me awake all the time.Thanks God, after torturing 7 hours inside the bus, finally we arrived in my second "home" now -UUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i m really looking forward for the next time Hari Raya Holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my Bentong friends, a month later u will see me again. 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