<?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-2882354728113169033</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:19:46.462-08:00</updated><category term='nonsense'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='freaky'/><title type='text'>Keeping Sane</title><subtitle type='html'>in a place where you are going INSANE, the only way to stay sane while others lose theirs is to contemplate how sane you are, while going insane</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-4564640932420133001</id><published>2008-09-26T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:25:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Important Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to lash out at how the world today, lost the meaning as to what is important to them in their lives....well to my eyes anyway. [perasan]&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the things that matters to me, well I shall start rating them from matters of utmost importance to the not-so-important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me, myself and I matters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262194213278446690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcRwbWT9GI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nLfK1nlplw/s320/HL+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The me back then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247808689004338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQdCgFz8XzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/o_yHy-oWzG0/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thats all there is to it.If asked, I'd dare bet majority would say family. Some ppl who reads this may think I'm selfish and damn super conscious, but then, here's my reasoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If there is no me, then I cannot care for another person/thing/matters no? If I am not there, how can I care OR PLACE someone of more importance to me than myself? See, therefore I have to matter first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262176191259063362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcBXaGDtEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zmIG3h3REJ8/s320/DSCN2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My family[minus dad] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262180992791738178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcFu5Mp90I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ynZYLSfnXo0/s320/DSCN5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; My sis and I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah yes, this is without further questioning that they HAVE to come second place. The fear of being smithen by God for being a disloyal child is just too great. bwahaha, as if I had any god. Yeah well, anyway, others are free to contest this place with their lover or something, but for me I think family still comes first. Screw the rest man, if you can't even care for your family, forget of even doing it for others/company/country or "for the good mankind". Thats just plain hypocrite for those ppl who uttered such words while they put aside their family for their so0-called for the betterment of society. Not to mention, if you can't even manage or maintain a family, how the heck are you gonna maintain society? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;StuuU-pIak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262182359854428066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcG-d5zL6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/2x5hPMJNo_o/s320/DSCN5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Little brother and I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262187041424766738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcLO-HJdxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dvqCpwEfFGs/s320/DSCN5506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mom and I &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261771350171461058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQWRKjhMJcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C7Y4VBT8Xck/s320/1_125849807l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Would you blive it if i told u this picture was taken in Msia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262232469464710402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQc0jOv4fQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KgVTWHQAAkg/s320/IMG_4280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Beautiful Sky &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, I just love nature. Forget bout god, I'll believe in Mother Nature. You gotta love the trees for their clean pure oxygen emission. ANd the green grass to soothe your eyes. Soil to run and roll over on. And the sky, totally amazing. Never fail to amaze me that sky. You can totally lose yourself from looking at the sky. I used to stare at the sky so much that i din realise I kept my mouth open for the whole hours that it dried up completely. HAHA. They are important to me, because they are the source of my energy. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The earth rebounds me to go forward.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The grass will comfort me if I fall&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The air will push me forward, and the sky will always be there for me&lt;/span&gt;. I have this idea that, nature helps you, that they supplement you with their energy.All you gotta do is let it pass through you. Which is why I respect nature and they are after my family. People nowadays, they've forgotten how much nature has given us mankind. In the stone age all, i think humans cherished and worshipped nature. Well, I'm not asking ppl to start prayin to a mound of earth or offering burnt paper money to stones, just to respect nature, their blessings and to not ruin them!!! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Use petrol for god's sake not diesel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Better still if you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;use hydrogen powered ones&lt;/span&gt;. So they're a little slower, then? Like you can speed that much on the highway with all those OTHER vehicles and SPEED TRAPS.&lt;/span&gt; Recycle paper!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We need trees, not air conditioner. If we had more trees, it would be cooler. When its cooler, we don't need air-cond, therefore less electricity usage and bill , less burning of coal therefore LESS Air and water pollution AND NO GLOBAL WARMING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262177980326268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcC_i46znI/AAAAAAAAANo/i8fgA0yt_YY/s320/water-powered-clock-276x300.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Save battery, use water!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262177979292436594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcC_fCbyHI/AAAAAAAAANY/6nPaHCCdo6Y/s320/lightcap-200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Nature with a self-lighted water tumbler. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262191272905349618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcPFRmvGfI/AAAAAAAAARA/tjwAYNfy3KY/s320/greencore-air.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Solar powered AC &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See? All those &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;smart ass scientist&lt;/span&gt; comes up with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;inventions like faster car, faster internet,housechore robots,drugs for this disease,that disease, nuclear weapons&lt;/span&gt;, wouldn't you come up with something to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fix our Ozone layer first&lt;/span&gt;? Or a tree that converts carbon monoxide to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;clean air??&lt;/span&gt;Or artificial stones that can &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;filter out the shit stuffs ppl dump into rivers and seas&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262237999083355154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQc5lGLs_BI/AAAAAAAAATY/wKmlxEhdg9U/s320/shitbox-homepage.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; yeah its really called a ShitBox for u to shit in and dispose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals? yeah, i love them too. I thank them for supplying us with nutrients and food. I respect them for being our prey/our food. True, we breed them, deny them of freedom rights, mess with their genetics or experiment on them for drug test only to kill them off later. Well, we can't help it, its better someone else than oneself no? Same rule applies over species. I don't think animals are stupid, its just that they are much more simpler than us I guess. Its the game of survival here people. You can't complain bout that. Who knows? Maybe one day, the chickens will get tired of us breeding and killing them off that they would rebel and take over the world?Of course we humans will battle it out, its only in ALL our nature regardless animals,plants or humans to stay alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.animalwhispers.org/cattles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moo~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/food/freedom_chicken440.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Power to the Chickens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.awionline.org/pubs/cq02/sheep-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Have you any wool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262239946149662978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQc7WbkfEQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VW3OVYwGVZI/s320/Photo-0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This would be my dog, and no I don't eat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242537016417458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQc9tPTQXLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WpplEHmC39k/s320/26022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And my ungrateful cat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 580px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 585px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.westmountexaminer.com/imgs/dynamique/articles/gros/Bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit i love this bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hell yeah.What? It is important to me. Toilet is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SACRED PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Its the place, where you do the next important things to breathing, which I need not explain. Toilets should be clean, user friendly and spacious. It needs good aeration and need constant servicing. You know how easy it is for a sink to get blocked? And how cockroaches can penetrate through sewer?! Which is why you need proper maintainence of your toilet. Its important to me coz, well I think, we humans spend the longest time at just one place, WILLINGLY in the toilet. When we go other places, be it visiting or holidays, the thing which we would miss from home would be our toilet. The first thing we look about a place is the toilet. How when we are away at god knows some foreign country living in a 6-star hotel downright to hostel, we will think bout how our toilet in our home suits us the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262545024626909058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQhQ0Vdi34I/AAAAAAAAAU4/HyHF0bQjV30/s320/IMG_4340.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mei Yuin, Tharash,Me and Mabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262178230018570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcDOFEM-TI/AAAAAAAAANw/B2nXsyiLjKQ/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lin Wei, Jia Shuen and Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262190892238564626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcOvHgs7RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lLfq5W18pVs/s320/DSC01032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The Delhi groupies!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes, those beings that we call as "friends". You know, the ppl we always hang out with. Though i rather preferred to refer them as my comrades. Coz, we only became friends coz we're like into something together. Eg: in the same course, you make friends. why? Coz we're doing together its its much easier to go thru it if we had someone else going thru the same thing with us. No complaints there. Anyway, as surprising it is to ME, i placed them quite up high, due to past experiences, how precious a friend is. And how I, with my honour would always cherish them, protect them and care for them in regard to myself. Of course I would treat them nice. Coz gotta make them happy!!! However, sometimes I found out that if you treat them too nice, some will take advantage of it, and some will get...weird. Which is why I resetted it to being less nice,less caring,less attentive. In other words? Less showing of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262177971820562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcC_DNACOI/AAAAAAAAANI/kszvDi1W3lc/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262181248469380658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcF9xq9LjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ho7DDVB7oG0/s320/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Me, Naomi and Wei Yun &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important principle for me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone out there from past experience is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never fall in love with your best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You ask why? Since its like everything starts from being friends right? How it later on proceeds to good friends---&gt;Best friend---&gt;Bf/Gf---&gt;Lovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry to burst your fairy tale bubble but let me tell you why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First of, being a best friend means you know EVERYTHING, well almost anyway about the other person. confer? Yes. Also you'll be hanging out everyday at some point in time with that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't it kinda tiring to see the same face all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Secondly, because you're both so used to being around each other, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its almost like you don't really notice that person anymore&lt;/span&gt;,even though you hang out with each other almost all the time. So, that person WILL look the same to you, no matter what changes he/she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Third, because you are a best friend, you are expected of things, BECAUSE you are a best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fail to do so, will result in accusation,suspision and Jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And, if YOUR best friend happen to have feelings for you, that person will totally lose the boundaries between best friend and god knows what. That best friend will get jealous if you spent too much time with your other friends, or if you missed hanging out one day with that person. So particular to the point, that he/she might even point out "Why are you avoiding eye contact with me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, that is totally creepy, so folks out there, DO NOT do this, you'll end up freakin out your "best friend" and losing one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So thats it for me rantings. Maybe later on I'll continue till no.10? Or not. Top 5 is enough huh. Things that matters to me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882354728113169033-4564640932420133001?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/4564640932420133001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=4564640932420133001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/4564640932420133001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/4564640932420133001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-important-things.html' title='My Important Things'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SQcRwbWT9GI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nLfK1nlplw/s72-c/HL+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-1606624433018657672</id><published>2008-09-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:26:50.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to describe scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One Saturday afternoon, a girl and her friends went to this mall. She walked around it and saw everything. Then she got tired of walking, since she has been travelling overnight and hasn't much sleep. SO, she decided to find a place to sit and rest. She found an empty bench is a not so quiet corner.But still, since she was so tired, she could sit down there and rest, while her other friends went shopping. So there she sat, dozing off. Before long, she was in deep slumber, with her MP3 plugged on [to block out other noises]. Suddenly, she felt a something tapping her hand, so she woke up, to see a woman tapping her hand. Her mouth moved but no noise came out. Oh, the MP3 is still on; unplugged, still garbled [half in dreamland]. Then the woman left. Whatever, continue sleeping. Then, not long after, another tapping. She wakes up. This time is a uniformed man, a security guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Security guard: You can't sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: Huh? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Security Guard: [points to the writing on the bench] Its only for elderly and disabled people. You can't sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: Well, do you see anyone else sitting here? Its empty, so I can't sit here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security Guard: No. You want to sit, why don't you sit outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: ??? What? There's no one sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guy walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She continues her sleep, ONLY to be awakened again, this time by someone poking her.&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up now, feeling quite irritated, expecting to see a.....little boy grinning and runs off. A fat woman appears now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fat woman: Sorry, thats my son. He's just playing, for amusement&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She gave the fat woman, her coldest stare and went back to sleep, feeling a lot more irritated.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting a bit harder to fall back to sleep since the frequency of ppl disturbing here is increasing. As you all may have guessed, before she could doze off, another disturbance came.&lt;br /&gt;She recognized him as the security man earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Security Guard: Don't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before the girl had anytime to reply, he walks off. She stared at him in disbelief. As her shock wears off, she was left with anger, irritation and annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: What the hell is wrong with these people. I'm trying to get some rest and these ppl are coming here, disturbing me and telling me all the most idiotic things. Ugh another one better not come and tap on me and disturb me again. Coz, the next time, I'll bite the next person's head off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She lowered her cap to cover out the light and tried to went back to sleep, or at the very least, ignore all the people around her. But, it seems like these ppl didn't have enough of her yet!!&lt;br /&gt;She hears the familiar footsteps of the security guard, with their walkie talkie on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: Ugh, another one. I'm going to seriously kill them if they disturb me one more time!! Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Someone taps her hand.&lt;br /&gt;She looks up and this time a female security guard stands in front of her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Female Security guard: Excuse me ma'am. You can't sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The girl, after many countless disturbances by these plagues, is already at her limit, added on with her lack of sleep, her temper flared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: Why can't I sit here? Do you see anyone else sitting here? NO right? So why can't I sit on an EMPTY bench? Fine so you say its for old and disabled. So its alright if I sit on the floor? Then you would stop disturbing me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female security guard: No ma'am. We're just concerned. You have been sitting here for the past 2 hours and not moving. We tapped you and you gave no response at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: I was asleep.How was I supposed to give a reaction?! And I had my Mp3 on, obviously I couldn't hear you. And so what if i've been sitting here for 2 hours. Is that a crime? I can't sit down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Security guard: No ma'am. Its not a crime. This is a shopping mall. Why don't you walk around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: I've already walked around, and so i'm sitting down to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female security guard: You can't sleep here. This is a shopping mall. You're suppose to walk. If you want to sit. why don't you sit outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: [pretty much furious now] What you mean I can't sleep here? First you tell me I can't sit here. Then you tell me I can't sleep? What next? That I can't breath now? I already walked, so now i'm sitting. SO what if its for 2 hours? ANd I want to sit here coz i'm waiting for my friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At this point, she was already raising her voice towards the female security guard, with people around her staring but she doesn't care anymore. This conversation is getting just too stupid, and downright pure nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female security guard: Ma'am, you can't sit here. If you want, you can sit outside.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My god, these ppl are damn annoying. And i can't even call the security guard to tell them off, when THEY are the ones who are buggin me!!" the girl thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They say help comes in many forms, and it so happens to be in the form of another woman who decided to sat on the accursed same bench as the girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The girl looks at her and said, "Woman, what do I do with these people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Helpful woman : Ok, what is the problem? [she asks the female security guard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female security guard: Ma'am, this girl here has been sitting here for the past 2 hours. We tried calling her but she wouldn't response. So we got worried and came here to check if she was unwell. Did you know that today, there's this old man, who was just sitting in his car in the basement. We all thought that he was sleeping too, but he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The helpful woman gaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl interjects: Do I look dead to you now? Now can you leave me alone since I'm alive and like i said, i'm just resting. I'm not sick, I'm just resting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl's inner thought: Yeah right, some kinda crap story. You didn't mention it to me when I asked you so many times and now you come up with this story. And if you were really concerned if I was unwell, you wouldn't want to provoked me into getting stroke. ANd if its true someone did die, then you only wanted to washed your hands off mine in case you got another death in your stupid mall, by asking me to sit outside, you bloody goddamn hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Helpful woman: Look, this man's incident and her incident are 2 different things. She's fine, and like she said, she's resting. So there's nothing wrong. So its okay to sit here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Female security guard: Ok ma'am. We just wanted to check if you're ok. You can sit here as long as you like, till 10pm or 11 pm. You can sit here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl's inner thought: Yeah right, like hell i'm gonna stay at this stupid place and put up with stupid ppl like you for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Girl: [to the helpful woman] Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And so ends this scene...i don't know what to describe what scene this is, but its copyrighted. So if anyone wanted to use this scene for humour or poke fun at some stupid things you encounter in life, contact me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882354728113169033-1606624433018657672?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/1606624433018657672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=1606624433018657672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/1606624433018657672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/1606624433018657672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-to-describe-scene.html' title='Hard to describe scene'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-1537197851097035433</id><published>2008-09-03T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:42:52.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs are scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugs are scary. I feel they are. . You can't move away from there, always stuck. Ugh, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it gives me the creeps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241695205729825474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SL4-BJZk8sI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dw1MJ_FL-TQ/s320/aj_hug-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;how i see hugs as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hug will be like a bind, getting tighter and tighter. And when you try to struggle free, it becomes even more tighter and tangled. Then you start to feel desperate, and despair, coz' you can't get free from it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252083698823719410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SOMmTB8B6fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VxQwXADAoy4/s320/bind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its like you're trapped in their arms, helpless and weak. They constrict you. They won't let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252083704338116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SOMmTWew7oI/AAAAAAAAALY/kPQjTbbf2o0/s320/trapped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thats when you know you've been caught. And feeling trapped like an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252085632059660306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SOMoDjzZWBI/AAAAAAAAALo/qCFnHommq3I/s320/making_of_trapped_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't escape from it. And what in the end? You finally drown in it. AAAHHHHHHH!!!  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN SCARY SHIT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252086431332560914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SOMoyFU58BI/AAAAAAAAALw/hVHZiHNXSMg/s320/Joe_Trapped_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2882354728113169033-1537197851097035433?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/1537197851097035433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=1537197851097035433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/1537197851097035433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/1537197851097035433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/09/hugs-are-scary.html' title='Hugs are scary'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SL4-BJZk8sI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dw1MJ_FL-TQ/s72-c/aj_hug-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-3115444714155269112</id><published>2008-07-29T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:46:46.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PIDC Student's Guidebook on What to do in Hostel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lecturers asks us what do we do in the hostel?? Yes, thats a VERY good question. Since we can't answer any of their questions, so means we didn't study aite? So &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHAT DO WE DO IN THE HOSTEL? &lt;/span&gt;hrmms i think it varies for everyone, but I guess I can try to compile one answer sheet? LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essay -15 marks&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Classify them and give examples.( 5 marks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Write in detail about the activities and give good,neat and clear diagrams. (10 marks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: Lee Hui Ling II Summer Batch 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Date: 29/7/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subject: Good crap ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Introduction: Everyday, the homosapien sp. finishes their education at 3 pm or 4 pm. After 7 hours of intellectual cultivation, they are exhausted. When they reaches back to their habitat. As their energy stores are depleted, they need to replenish it. There are many ways to replenish their energy, each depending on what type of genus they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classification&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Based on gluttony 1. Studious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Based on laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Sporty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Miscellaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Under this classification, it is further divided into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(a)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those who cook and eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228370365273318050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7nJWhLoqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/crk7JhAAWfU/s320/27012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This dish looks lonely, which is why its best eaten wid the rests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- 100% of the population here are capable of making their own food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- is only done when ther's not enough ingredients/lazy/ done just to fill the stomach up&lt;br /&gt;-usually consists of instant food, or own creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-not suitable for majority&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(b)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; those who cook for other ppl to eat as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Examples: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367876273809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7k4eRdKXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0jgj9sl1fqo/s320/24062008(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Lois Happy Meal!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367869054253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7k4DYLeJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/UFwXMO35f5k/s320/24062008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A typical rice wid dishes by yours truly wid Lois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368761441815106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7lr_x9CkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ECZB1G70bvc/s320/09072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah, a nice loaded bowl of Har mee...haha,courtesy of my roomie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228367879661093026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7k4q5DAKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hmjRAQzBVlA/s320/DSC05188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See, they're prepared for battle!! Modern day hunters use fork and knives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-80-95% of population&lt;br /&gt;-this event occurs almost on daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- ingredient is enough, manpower is also there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-food tastes better when everyone is fighting for it&lt;br /&gt;- promotes bonding between the homos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-also a stage for conducting experiments on new dish creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(c)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;those who snitched on other ppl's food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seen in 5-20% of the population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-these ppl are too lazy to cook for themselves or also to join in other groups to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- only eat very small non-homosapien amount&lt;br /&gt;-useful in getting rid of extra excess food, thus not wasting food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examples: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228368764039124850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7lsJdM13I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ScJxulsFCVQ/s320/24062008(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Limited space...and food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228373358289548578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7p3kX29SI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LIIYyQVhPqI/s320/24062008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After all are full and satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Laziness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is further divided into several types: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Type I- collapses after returns from class and enters Lala land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Type II- Sleeps and wakes up when its time to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Type III- Comes back to rest/sleep for a while, then its playtime!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Type IV- Comes back to sleep and wakes up the next morning, late for class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here, due to certain privacy and fair name of individuals, examples cannot be given or mentioned. However, readers can classify themselves accordingly. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sporty-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is further divided into :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(a) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outdoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examples:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389239494580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI74T-eMmhI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cY5NDaNiSzQ/s320/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(b) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Examples: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228377604289570994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7tut9JqLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dFnRQ7L-IIA/s320/04092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here we can see some "si lai-s" playin Mah Jong. Good for Alzheimer disease i heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228377600259394226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7tue8SCrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yfxxAsMGb1Y/s320/30092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Texas Hold'em anyone? Its good for a rush for your money!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228381812977662210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7xjsileQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DbxkBtkxrWk/s320/07122007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doing Yoga and stretches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miscellaneous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Examples: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In each other's room, they can do wonders~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389228138957730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI74TUKzi6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/uEKkG-edDa8/s320/16102007(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;worshipping themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228381818496753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7xkBGcILI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6d7xr3V6wyU/s320/16102007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bedtime stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228381818027659474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7xj_WmUNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L4MFl_YVu6k/s320/16102007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Playing "The Fly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389234526989762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI74Tr91LcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Q7azzfHTwEk/s320/DSC05133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228381821692303314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7xkNAUV9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4CwdgGB-Fng/s320/16102007(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pretending to be Miss,err i mean Mr. World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389227774888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI74TS0AS-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Y28DHNgkuGY/s320/16102007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reliving their childhood days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389243676812498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI74UODUZNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Hos_GdW3cHQ/s320/DSC05180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guys bonding with each other...chummy ain't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228395059711025970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI79mwd7ozI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cVANDuAvq3Q/s320/DSC05187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And of coz dressing up, isn't it girl's favourite past time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228395052506712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI79mVoSh_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/59uXG9VakIo/s320/P1000514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well who's the sexy legs? *grins* Guys here love dressing up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228395056132090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI79mjIpaUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1wwT8JSmolg/s320/DSC05132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bubbly....it relieves stress according to Pei San...spongebob anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228395051018714802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI79mQFhfrI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ha0DtYkqmbo/s320/min%27s+party+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; thats not my roomate..i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228395043037603682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI79lyWrZ2I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zA2Oy7krGbE/s320/DSCN1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At least some make use of their time to learn something useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401457357437410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI8DbJjsueI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tQC2M9-HOmk/s320/P1000523.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We've got "Tai Lou"here and his henchmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401460996805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI8DbXHZFEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QvpwZ1QBLXA/s320/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;charades------&gt; S-A-B-A-H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But of coz all hope is not lost, another activity that is going round here other than all the above is....------------------------------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well this category, is quite rare, seeing so by the picture collection...haha. This kind of species is very..VERY hard to come by..even getting a glimpse of these rare and special breeds is almost like....uber lucky. And taking snapshots of these kinds are even more harder to come by...*rofl* But you lucky readers, today you get to see up close these rarest of the rare kinds here, right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Man, National Geographic shud employ me la...since i manage to capture special breeds on my trusty 3.0X nokia camera...*lmao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401460584443858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI8DbVlE79I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PdTxrnKSGac/s320/DSC05136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just see how deep is their concentration power!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401796032318866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI8Du3OFTZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/O5V5jXxYLIg/s320/Niba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMG!!The legendary ability of "MULTI-TASKING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228401790614765426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI8DujCb_3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/iR7HSKUDobs/s320/Sharon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These powers are said to be developed by them, who wants to save time on other things other than studying!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thus ends my answer sheet on "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHAT DO WE DO IN THE HOSTEL?"&lt;/span&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/2882354728113169033-3115444714155269112?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/3115444714155269112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=3115444714155269112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/3115444714155269112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/3115444714155269112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/07/pidc-students-guidebook-on-what-to-do.html' title='A PIDC Student&apos;s Guidebook on What to do in Hostel&quot;'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SI7nJWhLoqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/crk7JhAAWfU/s72-c/27012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-8873711637633170345</id><published>2008-06-23T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:46:47.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><title type='text'>Unknown visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OMG I just realized there has been some unknown visitor into our room for a couple of time now!!! And today something just confirmed it!!! EVIDENCE OF OUR ROOM INTRUSION==&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021905370078546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF96yuV23VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dhGCuyakf9A/s400/23062008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its SMALL FOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Its not distinct when taken as a pic, but it was damn clear what THOSE footprints show. Well I had my suspicion b4 this episode...but it also involved a footprint...not on the floor, but even more obvious, well duh coz that UNKNOWN visitor made its mark ON MY NEW CLEAN AND WHITE LAB COAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*ROARRR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But back then, it was just one mark, so i thought maybe I got it from outside?? [don't know how i came to that conclusion, seeing back now how absurb that seemed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And somehow I have a strong feeling that this unknown visitor has been visiting Us at night?!? EEEKKKK~! well, so far i still got 10 fingers, and 10 toes, so i take it as this visitor is not interested in human meat..phew. And also no food went missing..not that we leave any open [unless our visitor here knows how to cook instant noodles la] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nevertherless, this still concerns me as since this visitor can come in to god knows do what, I wouldn't want our dear visitor to leave a " visiting gift". SO far its been footprints...next time who knows? I might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wake up to "chocolate cake"on my face or step on it when i get down from my bed....Not a great way to start my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or what if our visitor decides that he/she likes to visit us and next time brings along their families?! Gosh, that would be unimaginable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not to mention the thought what the unknown visitor did when he/she visits us at night while we were in La la Land.... Ugh okay, no more open windows at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Below is a more obvious picture...since i edited it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215021905766899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF96yv0d4PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q7vOoVoVjkc/s400/23062008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOW ITS CLEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882354728113169033-8873711637633170345?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/8873711637633170345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=8873711637633170345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/8873711637633170345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/8873711637633170345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/06/unknown-visitor.html' title='Unknown visitor'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF96yuV23VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dhGCuyakf9A/s72-c/23062008(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-2838303375497907121</id><published>2008-06-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:46:49.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah, first year has finally passed...duh, now I'm already 6 months into 2nd Year BDS PIDC. Yeah well, thought i should blog bout them...juz to *ehem* recall those days. Am I being sentimental? Since all my blogs are like always talking bout the past~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033674839955138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="351" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-FfzCJFsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLpnDd8KAiI/s400/DSC02001.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;PIDC SUMMER BATCH 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the picture above we look like good students hor? Haha, so not lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are somethings that I can definitely remember from last year....&lt;br /&gt;For one, how most of us slept in class like nobody's business...haha, can't stand it..the lecture is either too boring or we just couldn't simply understand what are the lecturers saying/ teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Also, lecturers told us that we're too expression-less in class. Whatever the lecturer say/ask, we never gave any reaction. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After all it was our first time being exposed to new subjects, I guess you could say its taxing for our mind.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02Ux5a9MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z0-EIa_qdM0/s1600-h/15102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214383674184365250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02Ux5a9MI/AAAAAAAAAFk/z0-EIa_qdM0/s320/15102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; the guys..drained =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, at least one thing you can count on Indian locals here is, like Malays, they need at least 7 breaks in a day...so basically more times than the 5 kali sehari wan sembahyang..its like a religion here. A local Indian, will start the day with breakfast, then next is coffee break, then tea break. Then comes lunch break, followed by tea break. Dinner time comes and ends with supper. See? 7 breaks. And yeah there's no mistake when coffee break is followed by tea break. So we also get breaks la..though not 7 times..juz tea break. HAHA...good enuf anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02VFU9UdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f5RFKPKV9FI/s1600-h/19092007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214383679400137170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02VFU9UdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f5RFKPKV9FI/s320/19092007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Us during break time~ [least some are still lively]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214383680652130258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02VJ_dN9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/vBSnSMiOCdE/s320/19092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ah yes, talk bout sleeping beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And yes these ppl are quite daring..but guess they can't hold on anymore huh....even though the lecturer is STILL teaching. haha and yes I curi-curi took this picture...lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF01klIVLDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bFWB55_0AcE/s1600-h/11092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214382846123519026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF01klIVLDI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bFWB55_0AcE/s320/11092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Up till now the pictures taken are from Anapoorna Hall...so-called lecture hall. As you can see above, Niba and Ash KO-ed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215035220172276834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-G5v2FBGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/02klsuh7ItU/s320/07092007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Wilson, Cai Shan.....Yee Lein [from left]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas for this picture, its taken on 5th floor in some classroom lah...a small one that can barely fit 34 of us...but we're looking lively aren't we? Cuz the lecturers aren't in yet...haha tats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214382849865849314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF01kzEkmeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JH3YUz7GEy4/s320/07092007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Evan, YeeLein[sitting] and KeeYing [standing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some chose their time to freshen up, make-up, or some...like below, catch up on their sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214382850153841826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF01k0JPBKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DxE5VsYTLNc/s320/07092007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lois[ face up] and Tzi Mun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Haha, so un-glam la the way my roomie sleep..haiyo I apologise on behalf of her loh, since she's known as a sloth...alwaz sleep nia. But this year she more hardworking adi...din sleep so much during class. So must praise her... *applauds Lois*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215035999416212114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-HnGwT2pI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nLZIxsJiQeY/s320/19102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tzi Mun,Lois,Pei San and Yin Ci [from left]&lt;br /&gt;Ah this one...haha..too free, and to like stay awake, they decided to do some exercise...haha..no lah actually this one is while they were practicing our cheer for 1st PIDC Cup.&lt;br /&gt;Since our lectures are held either in Vinayaka Medical College or at the Pidc building/hospital, we have to walk lah to either place depending on time table. Check out the journey..haha . The building u see at the end is the Vinayaka Medical College (VMC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030872250250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-C8qkr9TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DN18mbwSm1k/s400/25102007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is from the PIDC building lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Below]From PIDC building to VMC, we use this road...its an offbeat road really, with cowdungs, portholes, mud shacks along the way..haha. There were even cows and goats to accompany us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214383678655309874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF02VCjYKDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OrJMII0dL_E/s320/17102007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Us walking thru treacherous rain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, if its from the hostel we of course would take a much better road, tho its not so much diff from that off-beaten track. LOLZ. Also its kinda nearer since its a straight road...with speeding buses, motorbikes and zooming cars....owh owh not to forget tractors!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215030875909302242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-C84NEp-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/0uQkZtBZALA/s400/17102007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah well that pretty much conclude this part of our lives here last year..though there are some more..but i'll blog bout it some other time..haha...can consider this as Part 1 of Life In PIDC India,Salem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033680199661218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-FgG__tqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/R3h0qU5z6bc/s400/DSC02003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the "REAL" PIDC SUMMER BATCH 2007&lt;/span&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/2882354728113169033-2838303375497907121?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/2838303375497907121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=2838303375497907121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/2838303375497907121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/2838303375497907121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/06/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SF-FfzCJFsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vLpnDd8KAiI/s72-c/DSC02001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-7935266031094603265</id><published>2008-06-21T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:46:54.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Genting trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;While browsing through the pics in my folders, I saw one folder labeled “Genting”. As I looked through the pictures, I couldn’t help smiling. Haha. It sure brings back good memories. Hmm guess I can still blog bout it though its like almost half a year past? Hopefully I can still remember the details lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lets see…we; Mei Yuin and I decided to go on a trip, somewhere before I leave for my 2nd year to India. First we planned to go Langkawi, but since it was close to elections, her mom thought that going there might not be a good idea, so second option would be our topic today. And so we planned it, booked hotels and invited several people~ That’s how Tharash and Mabel came into the picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214235062637142690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyvKcvfoqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SGaaYBOFcwI/s320/IMG_4330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; These are the 2 troublemakers. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, we used the transit system in KL somewhere lah to go up Genting. Meanwhile waiting for the bus, Tharash had breakfast… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214235870502559234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyv5eRnngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OnetmMEja6g/s320/IMG_4261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Our luggage bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our bus came, we’re off and after an hour [I think] we reached the cable car station…wohoo, Mei Yuin was so excited!!! She was practically bopping along the way. Haha such a kid lah. *lolz* and yeah she took lotsa pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyyDuTXMxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nBTfDvEJHSk/s1600-h/IMG_4263.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214238245626786578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyyDuTXMxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nBTfDvEJHSk/s320/IMG_4263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fuh, it’s a long way up…[M. Yuin askin are we there yet?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long and ardous journey, traveling with 3 kids in the cable car is mentally tiring…haha. Mei Yuin was snapping pictures like krazyyy, Tharash and Mabel as usual with their out-of-this-world goofiness, I think the height too must be getting to me….you know, high altitudeàhypoxiaà CNS depression. We finally reached there though in one piece..hehe, checked in the hotel and voila, the view we have been well…… anticipating la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214239484273206578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyzL0nrpTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lcO-o9mVIMM/s320/IMG_4268.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Genting Theme Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next, we set out to exploreeee, or hunt down for food. Though we reached Genting Highland quite early in the afternoon, since one of us HAVEN’T arrived yet, we couldn’t enter the outdoor theme park… =.=’’’ it’s a pity coz that day it was a SUPER fine weather…cooling, no sun but no mist as well!! It was a day meant for outdoor playing…yeah well, life’s never fair. So me, Meiyuin and Tharash juz hung around indoors, while we wait for Mabel to arrive…By the time Mabel arrived, it was evening so yeah neva mind. There’s still tomorrow aite? So we walked around some more and found a wacky shop that sells weird stuffs? See what the goofballs did at that shop la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214240117985181122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyzwtYY_cI/AAAAAAAAABE/aSDmvp14_V0/s320/IMG_4274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Guess who decided to go shopping? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After those clowns goofed around, they’ve gotten hungry. How to get their battery recharged? Food of course and what better type than those packed with super high level of SUGAR---&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214254142936465442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzAhEZWQCI/AAAAAAAAACE/T3s8TuWXHVE/s320/IMG_4275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Our candy girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;While I waited for the little kids to finish their candies..we sat down on a bench. There was a small kid sitting on the same bench too. He was absorbed in his Nintendo DS so didn't pay much attention to us. Mabel got interested in what he was playin and kinda stared over his shoulder. Him not liking strangers to stare over his shoulder [who would?] retracted. -__-''' Yah, and I think she did something like, offering him some cotton candy..and started asking him questions i.e whats ur name, where are you parents..bla bla bla....If I were that kid I would have freaked out [lolz no offense mabel]. Well, finally his family came to pick him up and saw us chatting wid him. I think they gave us a kinda weird stare...or was it just me? hMmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214244966363847282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFy4K6_8WnI/AAAAAAAAABc/uvdAPXNZS7Y/s320/IMG_4279.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Us eating cotton candy..minus the Nintendo kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then we enter our rooms to rest after walking around for so long...and to bathe. While I collapse on the bed due to exhaustion, as pointed out by them 3 that I looked lethargic, they thought i was sick or something [they didn't know that they were actually the cause.haha..bunch of hyperactive goofballs] They went out hunting for cheap priced dinner. And wow i totally forgot to talk bout how EXPENSIVE the food here is. Its like 2x or 3x the normal price. Haha, the half day we spent walking around was actually to survey places to eat and see the prices. We found all them too much for our student budget trip. Well, neway, thanks to those 3's [mabel, meiyuin and tharash] knack for sniffing out budget food, they found a restaurant, HIDDEN that serves affordable food thats ok in taste also. And they brought back dinner for me too...awesome ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since the night was still young...like it ever gets old in Genting, we went out for some walk again and took pictures!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214249546214136738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFy8VgRV26I/AAAAAAAAABk/NAdqW0w2E78/s320/IMG_4280.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the view while walking to our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214252457759031810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFy---nvQgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P3SWgrneLbU/s320/IMG_4295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; How can I not NOT get exhausted with these ppl?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214254317984684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzArQgGGuI/AAAAAAAAACM/oWaJO4AdEWw/s320/IMG_4309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the night's pretty misty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214254987291561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzBSN3SjkI/AAAAAAAAACU/5qRqFeLFJbU/s320/IMG_4312.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No I'm not going to steal the catepillar board and shit that thing is taller than me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214257680112081634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzDu9Zu2uI/AAAAAAAAACc/txztQJcO2Ow/s320/IMG_4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me on the left, Mei Yuin on the right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After playing around in the mist, we retreated into our room, under our warm cozy blankets and ZzZZZ to wake up tomorrow for a FUN filled day.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ext day....welll its another story, seems like the mist from last nite had accumulated and refused to leave..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214259057429384930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzE_ITxDuI/AAAAAAAAACk/x_t1N2DLfGY/s320/IMG_4318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAMN IT!!!! Haih, so in the end we wasted so far 1 day and a half.....SO we spent our time playin Indoor games..... Well, its not so bad, i mean the games they had. One thing though..its super expensive la. And sumore they introduced this new credit system..yes, gone are the days tokens are used. NOW its swipe card. Yeah, like those Touch&amp;amp;Go card we need 2 pay first only can use...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214260962680793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzGuB7GaWI/AAAAAAAAACs/xcHZ7TmUxqI/s320/IMG_4322.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uhh yeah, us playin the Time Crisis thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214261583474199250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzHSKjyCtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/znnvoEA0yJg/s320/IMG_4325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now this picture is special. Remember when i said the prices of these games are wayyy to expensive? The cost to take photos wid one of these special machines was RM 30!!! WTF?! SUre u can do stuffs wid it like edit it, scribble on ppl's faces and all but 30 bucks is just way ludicrous. SO the solution? Sit in the photo booth, and take picture using our camera!!! *ROFL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214263374262689074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzI6ZxB3TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8jHvyYcEzAw/s320/IMG_4331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After a while, playin indoors losts its attraction, so we went to check out the weather and voila, its clear..well not exactly clear but its playable conditions....so there we are...OUTDOOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The first ride we went on was umm a roller coaster but its for 4 ppl wan. Forgotten wats the name but what the heck right? As usual there was lotsa ppl in line.While we were queing up, we were entertained but a pair of clowns. He was tying up some ballon thing lah and gave it to Mabel. They conversed a bit in Mandarin...i'm not so sure but they were joking around lah...as I grasp with my broken mandarin. ANd so the line got shorter...and Tharash, being a helpful civilian, told one girl who was wearing a miniskirt, which happen to be above us on the staircase, NOT to stand at the side, coz ppl down there can see whats up. LMAO. Anyway we got our turn and we took a look at the pic taken automatically, liked it and bought it...for fun's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214280992524133922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzY76545iI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3CsSHVxo_xU/s400/roller+coaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look, haha our faces are pretty comical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next ride, I think we went for the Solero Shot...haha the heart-stopping, stomach thru the mouth ride. I wasn't very eager to go on that ride, while the others are like so excited....i still haven't forgotten the last time i sat on it..Ugh. Only 1 sentence to descibe that ride; One moment u're riding up to heaven, next thing u know, u're kicked down to hell. In a WHOOSH~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214264237544409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzJspvbimI/AAAAAAAAADE/CaVMZjmsS2E/s320/IMG_4332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214265599345010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzK761_pmI/AAAAAAAAADM/YShTWg3blI4/s320/IMG_4333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah thats the infamous Solero Shot. CHeck out how high is it lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Miraculously I survived the drop, and feeling very much alive and kicking, decided to give Corkscrew a ride. After all, if you live thru Solero, you'll live thru anything. bwaHAHAha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214266212213487282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzLfl9OdrI/AAAAAAAAADU/2CTF9nVPNuk/s320/IMG_4340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here we are, waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214266997268932466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzMNShB53I/AAAAAAAAADk/OUkCDoIQq7o/s320/IMG_4347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ooohh thoughful of the management to provide benches for us. And yes, Mabel is still having that balloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Which brings me to the attention of the ballon. Yeah I'm talking bout the one that we got from the clown while waiting to go on the ride. Apparently Mabel has found several "uses" of that ballon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214275800575645170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzUNtY6FfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n0Ld2JpXbx4/s320/Ballons.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lets see, clockwise, would be a flea collar? then breast measurer, and unconventional nose plug, and alien antenna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now that we have tackled all the adventurous,adrenaline pumping game, its time to take it slow. So we turn our attention to something like this----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214278513931910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzWrpbc-8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/DM3MFxZ6ORU/s320/IMG_4375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yippie kai yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214268420727450578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzNgJT_K9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/iny1D84PdXk/s320/IMG_4379.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;storm in a teacup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214268656490521602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzNt3mSJAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lurwBRdZ-DM/s320/IMG_4380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; mmmm i like Ribena~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After all said and done, its time to head back. Can't let Mei Yuin's sister wait too long at the cable station. We might just get stranded there if we were late! LOLZ no offense MeiYuin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214279013503999026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzXIueuHDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5-tLYSk7oSQ/s320/IMG_4393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;umm in tha cable car on the way back. Don't bother bout the last girl at the back. That person is not related in any way to us front 3. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214279622309319714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFzXsKdOFCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u5qkeaMtylo/s320/IMG_4395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mabel's one last act with da almost deflated ballon...why wouldn't it after so much action she put-ted it thru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And so thats the end of our trip to Genting. Quite memorable isn't it..especially the ballon scenes. ;)&lt;/span&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;/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/2882354728113169033-7935266031094603265?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/7935266031094603265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=7935266031094603265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/7935266031094603265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/7935266031094603265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/06/genting-trip.html' title='Genting trip'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SFyvKcvfoqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SGaaYBOFcwI/s72-c/IMG_4330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-3600333782443600083</id><published>2008-06-20T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:17:06.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>nonsense~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yah, today since my hands feel awfully itchy...and to actually use some of my brain cells, so as to keep it active, Yes!! I decided to blog. Bout what? Ahah, since i just woke up from sleep, i shall crap about my sleeping cycle for the past week. *lmao*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Umm, i wouldn't call my sleeping cycle normal anymore, since I *ehem* was known to be "early to bed, early to rise" Well not anymore, I don't know why, BUT i know when, =P, since last week. Yeah. I find that my amount of sleeping time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS NOT ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have hard time waking up, staying awake in classes ( eh usual days I do ok?) or just staying awake to eat..or do anything but sleep...  haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've no idea why am i soo sleEpy, though i've got a few theories lah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i) too much dreaming---&gt; REM sleep keeps my brain working all nite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ii) dream hopping---&gt; its like movie marathon the whole night. diff scenes, diff ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iii) according to Lois (roomie) I am stressed due to coming exam...well now its over and i STILL am sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iv) secretly thinks that Sharon's, Niba's and Lois's  sleepiness came to me while i leave them all wid insomnia.  Whoops, this was suppose to be a secret... ~shhH~  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;v) Yee Lein  says i got African sleeping sickness  -_-'''  yah sure where am i supp to get bitten by an African FLY?! unless got India version lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah well even now after taking a nap straight after class and wakin up 2 hrs later i still feel like falling back into bed and head straight to La la land. Well just INCASE my condition is pathogenic lah...i decided to first take preventive measure...after all, prevention is better than cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I googled on how to stay awake....haha. what better way right? Internet are sure damn helpful these centuries. And some of their "recommended" ways I find pretty interesting..maybe, just MAYBE i might try them out. Here goes:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1. Staying Awake in Lecture Hall. This is can be a really tough one. The best way to handle this is with multiple tactics:&lt;br /&gt;If allowed, bring coffee, discreet snacks, and gum. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(can't, these lecturers, old hags or not they sure got eye of an eagle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are not a note taker, start writing down everything the teacher is saying to keep your mind alert. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(heck these ppl writings are unreadable. or their pronounciation sucks that in the end i think i juz copied down some mumbo jumbo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move as much as you can. Tap your foot or bounce your leg. Switch position in your chair frequently. Stretch. Move your head. Tap your fingers. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(do tat and u'll get called out and asked by them, "why are you dancing in my class?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain. This is kind of an emergency procedure. If you can't stay awake consider pinching yourself. I know it's a little strange, but pain can keep you awake. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(ah yes, this works, sharon &amp;amp; niba just loveee pinching me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stimulating Thoughts: think of something that makes you happy or makes you feel good. I'll leave it at that. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(haha yah, it works, but prob is at the end of the class when the lecturers starts asking questions....uh oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online activity: this wasn't around when I was in college, but I would imagine if you're in the back of the class you could surf the web, email your friends, and read Dumb Little Man. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(haha this i find hilarious, how the heck am i supp to go on9 la, my coll isn't exactly a 21st century punya building,even though it WAS built recently (i think).And throught wat? laptop..u'd think the lecturers will actually take it as our "notebook" huh.  Phone leh...our phone line here ah, suxs to the max la, got 1 line bar consider miracle loh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertain Yourself: see if you can summon your extrasensory powers by willing someone to look at you. Or try across the room &lt;a id="aeal" title="flirting" href="http://www.lifeinthefastlane.ca/how-and-why-we-flirt/weird-science" target="_blank"&gt;flirting&lt;/a&gt;. Why not? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(erm, well the purpose we students sits at back of class and not 1st row is NOT to attract lecturer's attention. And if i tried it on my batchmates, i think i might just freak them out or they think I'm into them. HELL NO)but cool, if i do have psychic powers maybe i can read ppl's mind too?  =P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah this whole excerpt is copied and pasted here from a website called Dumb Little Man. lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A year in making reports at coll sure do taught me how to quote-unquote ppl in case i get sued for plagarism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Umm another one is by someone nick "BattleHamster"  *raised eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your at home, try putting one foot in &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="cold water" href="http://everything2.com/title/cold%2520water"&gt;cold water&lt;/a&gt;. For some fun, put the other foot in &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="hot water" href="http://everything2.com/title/hot%2520water"&gt;hot water&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(whoa, this is....is this even scientifically working?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="raining out" href="http://everything2.com/title/raining%2520out"&gt;raining out&lt;/a&gt;? Lets try some &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="self control exercises" href="http://everything2.com/title/self%2520control%2520exercises"&gt;self control exercises&lt;/a&gt;. Go out, without a coat or umbrella. Here's the fun part (as you guessed): seeing how long you can stay out. Don't stand under things, unless they're actively dripping on you harder than the rain. Stand under the end of a gutter, eve, &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="grotesque" href="http://everything2.com/title/grotesque"&gt;grotesque&lt;/a&gt;, or other runoff. Try doing some exercise outside. When you finally come &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="back inside" href="http://everything2.com/title/back%2520inside"&gt;back inside&lt;/a&gt;, take a hot shower. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(ummm i think after taking a hot shower AFTER a cold one will make u even MORE sleepy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in class or something else important (meeting, conference, etc.) try digging something &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="blunt but sharpish" href="http://everything2.com/title/blunt%2520but%2520sharpish"&gt;blunt but sharpish&lt;/a&gt;, like the metal tab at the &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="top of a binder" href="http://everything2.com/title/top%2520of%2520a%2520binder"&gt;top of a binder&lt;/a&gt;, into your palm. The heel of your palm, or the side opposite your thumb. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(ah, the pain element. but man this description makes one sound like their self mutilating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, try &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="holding your breath" href="http://everything2.com/title/holding%2520your%2520breath"&gt;holding your breath&lt;/a&gt;. Once you've done that two or three times, &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="hyperventilate" href="http://everything2.com/title/hyperventilate"&gt;hyperventilate&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(ohkay, maybe i can use this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're into &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="drugs" href="http://everything2.com/title/drugs"&gt;drugs&lt;/a&gt;, try some &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="speed" href="http://everything2.com/title/speed"&gt;speed&lt;/a&gt;. Or just &lt;a onmouseup="document.cookie='lastnode_id=0; ; path=/'; 1;" class="populated" title="lay off the depressants" href="http://everything2.com/title/lay%2520off%2520the%2520depressants"&gt;lay off the depressants&lt;/a&gt; at least. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(LOLZ where do I get them ah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, i think i entertained my brain enough now. And man, the things ppl do to stay awake. Of coz who am I to say since i will be tryin them out tomorrow...wakaka. However, by the end of the day also, I know I will just collapse on the bed and doze off...zzzZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2882354728113169033-3600333782443600083?l=keepingsane101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/feeds/3600333782443600083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2882354728113169033&amp;postID=3600333782443600083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/3600333782443600083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2882354728113169033/posts/default/3600333782443600083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingsane101.blogspot.com/2008/06/nonsense.html' title='nonsense~'/><author><name>C.A.D.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955941511536182801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rpSMNOHaowY/SIHe6opxD6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyoucSdrhNY/S220/DSC00525.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2882354728113169033.post-6049271416023802700</id><published>2008-06-19T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:55:21.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><title type='text'>who dunnit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;New post on new blog website. Oh yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todays topic is a mystery. No suspense intended, actually its more like a detective thingy. *lolz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cut the story short, our student representative hold us back in class, to make an announcement, telling us that " There has been a complaint that people from our batch has lodged a complaint against us saying thatttt....2 person from our batch has stolen 2 chairs from the auditorium"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There were eyewitnesses of coz, saying its from out batch.  Situation now is the 2 "stolen" chairs were found, and recovered from  block 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our reactions were of coz like "What?" is this some sort of a joke? Thats the most absurd thing i've ever heard. Look at it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fact No.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-the walk from the auditorium to the hostel is minimum 5 minutes. know what this means? means its a distance away from our hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fact No.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A chair is not as easy to hide like a CPU, plus U need to drag it/roll it. Covering with lab coat is so not gonna help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fact No.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uh, the time it was reportedly "stolen" its like in broad daylight. Not like we did it at nite (well duh like the audi is not locked at tat time la). Meanin whoever did it, did it in like BROAD daylight?? Meanin ppl do see them, meanin its not really a hidden act or anythin....i wonder is the word "theft" still applies here~~  *hMmmm*  . Apart from that, no offense to my batchmates (if one of us REALLY did it) isn't kinda umm daff of them to do it so obviously and for god knows whatever reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sure, i know sometimes my batchmates do some embarassing stuffs, but heck, we're Malaysians wert...like tah pau from wedding dinners, or ask for discounts at retail stores..but to "tah pau" chairs...seems absurd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fact No.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If someone steals something, u'd think they left it somewher to be found and not keep it? I'd like to say i think we would know better to do something wrong and NOT show it? Sumore the accused is US. This kinda ridiculously stupid action would almost resemble wat local indians here would do, seeing from where i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yah well those are the few reasons which i think i SHould point out, feeling that our batch has already won categories of Best Worst batch in PIDC for:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*drum roll plz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Skipping Exams (year 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Returning latest from Holidays ( year 2007 and 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Not answering lecturers questions ( year 2007 and 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Doing badly in exams (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Recently for Skipping classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Newest would have to be Chair theft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wow the awards sure do come pouring in~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway, we still don't know who took it or for what purpose. 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