<?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-18855830</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:02:58.512+11:00</updated><category term='job'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='video'/><category term='guest'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Dai Lan Ngong</title><subtitle type='html'>Love ain't sexy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7256498381055276690</id><published>2010-05-16T17:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:47:04.213+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>越帮越忙</title><content type='html'>"我很烦。someone called me and i got distracted. I thought of not picking up but i couldn't bring myself to do that! tell me what should i do???!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the next time he calls just tell him you are preparing for exams. tell him you will contact him when the exam is over." i said, sounded so convinving i was amazed by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are in the same situation too. 你做得到吗？" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"做不到！" i answered right away and all the courage she has mustered disappeared at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we should not give advice when we are not capable of putting it into practice ourselves. 越帮越忙 indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7256498381055276690?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7256498381055276690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7256498381055276690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7256498381055276690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7256498381055276690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='越帮越忙'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2522160479580578895</id><published>2010-02-02T17:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:53:39.041+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The silly mum</title><content type='html'>Back from the trip to Ipoh and Penang. A point to mark the end of the long weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love long weekends. Not because I am lazy to work but it kinda pulls me out of the lack-of-work-inflicted boredom in the office. Blog-hopping or facebooking the whole day isn't really an effective way to spend your time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking and comtemplating alot lately. Not that I don't the rest of the time. The fact that my mum doesn't know how to pamper herself kinda upsets me. She doesn't travel, she doesn't shop, she doesn't go for spa or facial. The most she does is buying skincare products and some healthcare supplements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been through alot. She shouldered up financial responsibility when my dad went through financial crisis and it lasted for a few years. Not only did she not complain, she didn't even tell us how difficult life was and never limited us on our expenses. Whatever necessities, no matter how expensive they were, she tried her best to afford and get us equipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is by far the toughest character I have met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking her the worst question a son could ever ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you leave dad and go for a better life? a more stable life perhaps?" and trust me, my dad didn't have the best qualities to be a husband when I asked that question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I haven't given birth to you guys I would have done that. I stayed because of you kids not your dad. I believed in my ability to bring you guys up single-handedly but I don't think single-parenting is a healthy way to bring up a kid. that's why I stayed." She told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tore me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is the key. She kept telling me that since I was a kid. How much patience is patient? I am yet to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even till now, she doesn't know how to pamper herself. When told, she would counter back by saying how much money she spends on skincare and stuff but in fact thats not more than 1k per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why don't you spend and treat yourself better? you wanna save all the money for me is it?" I said jokingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wish. But it'll pass down to you guys eventually." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, that's not something I would like to hear from her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will help you make an appointment to get you some botox. The skincare products aren't as effective anyway" I said, smiling at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that I don't mind. make sure it's of best quality." She said, sounded like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and btw, I get 30% of your salary next time." she said jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not that you know how to spend it. they will all come back to me in the end. hahaha" I said, but hoping inside that she will spend it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2522160479580578895?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2522160479580578895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2522160479580578895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2522160479580578895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2522160479580578895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-from-trip-to-ipoh-and-penang.html' title='The silly mum'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2726908138625166038</id><published>2010-01-19T12:29:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:01:27.242+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The high expense of a low incomer</title><content type='html'>No more taipei, we are going south instead to Bali. No more nice food and hot spring, but we get the sandy white beach instead. It's still a vaccation, only with a cheaper price to pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. You gain something from what you lose. Who says the compensation is not gonna be as nice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of city life. Pollution, heavy traffic, sauna-like weather, distrations that prompt you to spend more and yadda yadda yadda. Well maybe the last bit is not soley to blame. It's a result of my weakening willpower and self control. Who spend rm100 on dinner a day with just a rm1000 income each month anyway? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months into the working life with 1 more month to go, I realised working isn't as bad as we thought. At least you get the money and exposure. What I didn't see it coming is how suffocating a cubicle can be, and how stressful it is to have nothing to work on but just counting down to 5pm everyday. The desire to go offshore is growing each day.Good on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my colleagues nevertheless. They are fun. They are playful. More importantly, they are corrupted, brain wise. It's just comforting how simple their choice of words is. Simple yet funny. Isn't that great? I seriously need to cut down on my use of sarcasm. The worst part is, I don't even realise I am being sarcastic most of the the time. Talking about detaching oneself from sarcasm. It's proven to be harder than weening off the drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to expenses. Watching 2 movies a week, eating out 5 days a week, driving around as if the car is air-operated seriously got me thinking how much I would have to earn in the future in order to sustain myself. lol. Not to mention getting a 6 thousand watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith wiggles a little. How I tell my mum I can't live poor and hence the choice of profession just got me wonder if it's really sufficient. hahaha. You know desire and greed never stop growing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of introspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to Bali anyway. lol. Spend all your money before 2012. You wouldnt wanna see your money going down the drain would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2726908138625166038?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2726908138625166038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2726908138625166038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2726908138625166038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2726908138625166038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-expense-of-low-incomer.html' title='The high expense of a low incomer'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4177657728609779568</id><published>2010-01-13T16:35:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:16:30.306+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>5 things I wanna do right now</title><content type='html'>I am bored!!!!!!!!! It's not difficult to notice from my frequent updates. Once every two days? Ok it's quite a record for lazy people like me who selectively forgot the password to my blog. My point is, the fact that I blog so frequently lately really tells you what office job is like. So people, stay away from it as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the office doing repititive work with some free time slipped in between  reading "The Sun", "The Star" and countless food blogs, my subconscious mind started to make a list of things that both my physical and mental mind want to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A massage. I mean a proper massage! don't you pick on my words! Ok maybe a passioanate massage isn't as bad as I ( or everyone else?) thought. *slap slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissing my pillow. As much as I am an insomaniac, I would like to kiss my pillow 24/7. Too bad it's too big to bring into the office and it might just outsize my cubicle. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Genting. FOR THE CHILLY WEATHER NOT THE CASINO! Wait why am I trying to so hard to explain here? lol. But KL is just way too hot for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sitting in front of the tv and watch all I want with bottomless strawberry and blueberry within reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Walking to the pantry and stop by the cubicle in front of it and say "hi I am Shane. Would you like to go on a date with me?". lolllllllllllllllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4177657728609779568?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4177657728609779568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4177657728609779568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4177657728609779568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4177657728609779568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-things-i-wanna-do-right-now.html' title='5 things I wanna do right now'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7173133734529888814</id><published>2010-01-11T19:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:25:30.981+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Taipei and the pink gloves</title><content type='html'>Office job is suffocating. It's made even worse when your job is reptitive. CTRL-c and CTRL-v from 8am-5pm bore the shit outta me. Ok maybe it's not that bad with me making multiple visits to the pantry. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with my mum just to tell her that I am going to Taiwan during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey ma, I am going to taiwan in Feb" I said and tried not to go into too much details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When? and whom with?" She asked. Ok as a matter of fact, she has been a bit too concerned over whom I go out with lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"with my friends. on the 18th of feb tentatively" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who? how many of you are going?" She asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alright alright....bla bla bla" I gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You pay for your own flight?" I sensed the firmness in her tone hinting she isn't kind enough to pay for my flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah!" Reluctantly, I said. Alright alright I am desperate. I am sure I  can talk her into paying a portion of it afterwards. Evil me. Worse comes to worse I will advance early payment for my pocket money. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan here I come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard a kid talking today and it cracked me up, even till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see my gloves? they are pink and shaped like my hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't kids just cute with their innocent talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7173133734529888814?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7173133734529888814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7173133734529888814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7173133734529888814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7173133734529888814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/taipei-and-pink-gloves.html' title='Taipei and the pink gloves'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3593231064677199362</id><published>2010-01-08T17:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:58:45.253+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>On the phone with the nephew</title><content type='html'>So my mum called me when I was at lunch. Definitely took me by surprise as she usually takes her nap during that time. I picked up the phone with a thousand questions in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello" I greeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey hold on!" my mum said even before I could say anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, someone apparently picked up the phone and spoke through the mouthpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear anything. It could be due to the poor coverage so I begged his/her pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello" I said again, feeling much puzzled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ehh ahhahh ehhhh yiii ahhh hahahahahahaha" that's all I could hear. Judging from the crystal clear voice I know it's Bryvan, my two-year-old nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also the inability to speak a proper word. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey hey bryvan!!!!!" Sounding all excited, I was waiting to be surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah! yi yayayay ooo ka!" Apparently I couldnt understand a word he said. I laughed so hard at the baby language I swear everyone around me must have thought I am a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you?" I asked and realised a second later that I would never get an answer. Yet still looking forward to hearing what he had to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aa, yiiii yaaaaaa!" He replied which I deciphered as tangkak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out much later from my mum that he still couldn't say papa mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? he is 2 years old already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well who am I to judge anyway? Someone who only started saying words that made sense at the age of 2.5 whose parents were so worried they asked the doctor if he was a mute. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever have thought that he is so babbly 20 years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only after I hung up I realised how much I have missed him. Just listened to him made my day. Even though nothing he said make sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids bring happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I bring him with me to Sydney? I promise I will get him breastfed.lol. Or I will just get him a goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3593231064677199362?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3593231064677199362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3593231064677199362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3593231064677199362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3593231064677199362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-phone-with-nephew.html' title='On the phone with the nephew'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3312719803583959923</id><published>2010-01-07T12:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:05:49.703+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Multitask</title><content type='html'>Driving in KL is a nightmare. Especially when you choose the wrong time to go on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20am: The brake is just an accessory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.25am: You have at least some people to check out, but only limit to 1 second each person to stay off accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am: Blame the snooze function on my alarm clock. If you think 5 mins is a luxury in bed, it is a horrendous nightmare on the road. It is jam-packed with cars where you can practically eat fruits, read a novel and check out the driver in each passing car (can say hi somemore). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I am late for work. It has been the 4th times in a row. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck in the jam is stressfull. My way of dealing with this is by eating fruits. :P. De-stress on one side, keeping fit and healthy is a tempting bonus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3312719803583959923?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3312719803583959923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3312719803583959923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3312719803583959923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3312719803583959923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/multitask.html' title='Multitask'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8608016489149417027</id><published>2010-01-06T19:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:55:04.220+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>"girl, you should probably shut down your blog!" yering said, still stubbornly called me girl and to my own surprise, I am kinda used to it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"does it offend you in any way?" I then said with grin, so sly i swear she would hit me with anything in hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"errr...hehehhee" Giving me the usual silly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at KLCC. me in formal attire and her in casual T and shorts, no longer the  casual high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different look, different age, different perspective. But the same silliness, same lameness that we are never bored of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, the same way of marking important notes. still the highlighter supplier. The whole book is highlighted, only with different colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8608016489149417027?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8608016489149417027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8608016489149417027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8608016489149417027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8608016489149417027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2010/01/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6415810959729044288</id><published>2009-07-01T14:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:18:06.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#28 Library</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I know my project has failed miserably. :(. How consistent I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what were the reasons contributed to the failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain laziness?? hmm I couldn't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams? Of course exam is one of them. I have been camping in the library as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you and library?? omg, i just can't link you and library together!" one of my friends said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh people change. So did I. but frankly speaking, I love the bean bags in the library more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SksNcWBOemI/AAAAAAAABgE/9XZbpnfgaQ8/s1600-h/18062009116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SksNcWBOemI/AAAAAAAABgE/9XZbpnfgaQ8/s400/18062009116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353387362658187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bean bag just made it so comfy an environment to study. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6415810959729044288?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6415810959729044288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6415810959729044288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6415810959729044288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6415810959729044288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/07/28-library.html' title='#28 Library'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SksNcWBOemI/AAAAAAAABgE/9XZbpnfgaQ8/s72-c/18062009116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1656633884805634099</id><published>2009-06-18T12:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:37:52.754+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#27 Exams suck</title><content type='html'>This is the most painful semester from the start of the semester till the end. A big thanks for geology and geophysics!!! Why the hell did they combine it into one subject?? The workloads are just too much. 4 hours of exams in a day with over 10 questions with each question at least 2 pages long. How the hell am I supposed to remember so much?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is dwindling and I seriously need another brain to store all the information. Is anyone kind enough to offer me another brain?? I promise I will return it in one piece right after the exam with all the geological and geophysical data deleted! Guess you wouldn't want to have anything to do with it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that with us getting older each year, our ability to memorize stuff seems to be going downhill. Is it true that I am really getting older with a small and rusty??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjmoToD9qjI/AAAAAAAABf8/t9LghyPo8ko/s1600-h/geologist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjmoToD9qjI/AAAAAAAABf8/t9LghyPo8ko/s400/geologist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491087604197938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok seriously if I ever become that geology-minded, pls kill me on the spot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1656633884805634099?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1656633884805634099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1656633884805634099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1656633884805634099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1656633884805634099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-exams-suck.html' title='#27 Exams suck'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjmoToD9qjI/AAAAAAAABf8/t9LghyPo8ko/s72-c/geologist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2239776916192244912</id><published>2009-06-15T23:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:26:23.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#26 Desserts</title><content type='html'>What's the first thing that comes to your mind when someone says desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream? Chocolate? Waffle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, those are never my favorite. You might ask "how can you not like ice cream and chocolate?" well I just don't. and for a change, I prefer fruits. I personally like all sorts of fruits except durians!! If there is one thing I can ban people from eating it'd be durians. oh wait, maybe durians come after peanuts. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after dinner and before bed time, I would sit down and enjoy my daily favorite meal of the day -- which I call the dessert platter. It's not as costly as seafood platter, not as expensive and fattening as ice cream platter, but it's as delicious as any of them. At least to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of fruits. Only one kind of fruits a day isn't gonna satisfy my insatiable needs for them. So I will take at least 3 different types of fruits each day, naming apple, grapes and strawberries. :). Sometimes 4 if I have a banana for breakfast. wow, I should buy an orchard! that will probably save me a lot of money in the long run.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjZZezhCHCI/AAAAAAAABf0/K05q17XliRg/s1600-h/15062009112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjZZezhCHCI/AAAAAAAABf0/K05q17XliRg/s400/15062009112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347559993308748834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, I feel so fresh and happy and relaxed after eating those fruits everyday. Not to exaggerate it but those little fruits do really make my days sometimes, if not everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2239776916192244912?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2239776916192244912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2239776916192244912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2239776916192244912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2239776916192244912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-desserts.html' title='#26 Desserts'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjZZezhCHCI/AAAAAAAABf0/K05q17XliRg/s72-c/15062009112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-453513593881703439</id><published>2009-06-14T22:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:25:54.422+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#25 Shades</title><content type='html'>I need a pair of shades to help overlook things that are too painful to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pair shades to help hide the fear that people can easily see through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pair of shades so that the people that cherish me will take it off me when they are ready to show me the path that's leading us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pair of shades so that I can help boost the economics and get away from recession and spend as much as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pair of shades so that people wouldn't recognize me if I misbehave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjTsKvRCjhI/AAAAAAAABfs/7Ilyx8Pqn28/s1600-h/23052009049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjTsKvRCjhI/AAAAAAAABfs/7Ilyx8Pqn28/s400/23052009049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347158326826405394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not the pair of shades I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-453513593881703439?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/453513593881703439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=453513593881703439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/453513593881703439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/453513593881703439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/25-shades.html' title='#25 Shades'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjTsKvRCjhI/AAAAAAAABfs/7Ilyx8Pqn28/s72-c/23052009049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-9098976747653034936</id><published>2009-06-13T22:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:43:45.204+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#24 Breakfast by the beach</title><content type='html'>Had a nice breakfast this morning by the beach in Wollongong. A famous restaurant which according to chea hao is well reputable even on the internet. Well, I am not much of a fussy eater myself so yeh I am ok with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNCTPdcI/AAAAAAAABfU/rDK3UEJ8fWE/s1600-h/13062009110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNCTPdcI/AAAAAAAABfU/rDK3UEJ8fWE/s400/13062009110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787830877091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there staring at the menu board for a good 5 mins deciding on whether to order a burger or fish n chips only to be told that they only served breakfast at that hour. How embarassing. We ended up having breakfast plate which consists of bacon, tomato, eggs and baby spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNdccEqI/AAAAAAAABfc/4S2b-hsVWGw/s1600-h/13062009109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNdccEqI/AAAAAAAABfc/4S2b-hsVWGw/s400/13062009109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787838163423906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good experience to have a nice meal by the beach. The sea breeze and the warmth from the sunshine just chase the blues away. It is also an effective way to de-stress when you have so much pressure weighing down on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNqd01VI/AAAAAAAABfk/kSaEjZhLGrU/s1600-h/13062009108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNqd01VI/AAAAAAAABfk/kSaEjZhLGrU/s400/13062009108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787841658901842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will never know whats better out there if one never steps out of the shelter. Holding on to something that's expired isn't gonna get you anywhere but just a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-9098976747653034936?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/9098976747653034936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=9098976747653034936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9098976747653034936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9098976747653034936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/24-breakfast-by-beach.html' title='#24 Breakfast by the beach'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjObNCTPdcI/AAAAAAAABfU/rDK3UEJ8fWE/s72-c/13062009110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2938557550895308426</id><published>2009-06-12T21:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:00:49.261+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#23 Nan Tien Temple</title><content type='html'>This is my second visit to Nan Tien Temple, the biggest Buddhist Temple in Australia. Having stayed in Wollongong and not going to Nan Tien Temple is a crime itself hence I made time today to go there with Chea Hao for lunch. Yeh all the way to the temple for lunch, but the vegetarian food there made it worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJBx0JUfWI/AAAAAAAABe0/h_yVrVj2J3g/s1600-h/12062009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJBx0JUfWI/AAAAAAAABe0/h_yVrVj2J3g/s400/12062009097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408031709330786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know it's time to study and go to school. I am ready :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByNDleII/AAAAAAAABe8/Hkj3aqL1oNg/s1600-h/12062009099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByNDleII/AAAAAAAABe8/Hkj3aqL1oNg/s400/12062009099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408038396164226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheahao posing in front of the main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByaLh_TI/AAAAAAAABfE/84HTDJpbqp0/s1600-h/12062009100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByaLh_TI/AAAAAAAABfE/84HTDJpbqp0/s400/12062009100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408041919151410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peek at my lunch of the day. My fav would be the egg plant with capsicum and mushroom on the top. Nice combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByntDM9I/AAAAAAAABfM/A7wQfpMDUWY/s1600-h/12062009105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJByntDM9I/AAAAAAAABfM/A7wQfpMDUWY/s400/12062009105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346408045549401042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to interfere in their conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my hair is still intact. I didn't have the impulsive desire to shave my head and become a monk today. However there's a hostel kinda place for visitors and I might come again to stay for a night next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2938557550895308426?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2938557550895308426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2938557550895308426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2938557550895308426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2938557550895308426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-nan-tien-temple.html' title='#23 Nan Tien Temple'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjJBx0JUfWI/AAAAAAAABe0/h_yVrVj2J3g/s72-c/12062009097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5729219045462817536</id><published>2009-06-11T23:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:54:03.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#22 Wollongong</title><content type='html'>So there I go, to a city on the south of Sydney. A dead city but with a lively soul which is of course my high school mate Chea Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed a break so I decided to get onboard a train and traveled for 1.5 hours to get to this town. Despite being colder and more quite than Sydney, at least the silence isn't deafening and the freezing weather isn't miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjEMRtgcQHI/AAAAAAAABes/tgZV7sXyy9g/s1600-h/11062009094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346067731078463602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjEMRtgcQHI/AAAAAAAABes/tgZV7sXyy9g/s400/11062009094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to see a familiar face, especially during the time when you think you are too vulnerable to see strangers around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5729219045462817536?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5729219045462817536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5729219045462817536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5729219045462817536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5729219045462817536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/22-wollongong.html' title='#22 Wollongong'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SjEMRtgcQHI/AAAAAAAABes/tgZV7sXyy9g/s72-c/11062009094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2024050491113522027</id><published>2009-06-10T22:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:04:00.660+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#21 Beaches</title><content type='html'>Went for a walk along the beach this morning. It was cold out there but the sun was giving a little of its warmth to everyone. It might not be as warm as a heater but at least it did help. Sometimes we should be contented with what we got and not asking for too much. The higher the expectations, the bigger the disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Si-rAGk9mgI/AAAAAAAABek/gMnrZ8_K-Pw/s1600-h/10062009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Si-rAGk9mgI/AAAAAAAABek/gMnrZ8_K-Pw/s400/10062009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345679300966062594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Si-q_37sSQI/AAAAAAAABec/oQQJxDjEFnU/s1600-h/10062009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Si-q_37sSQI/AAAAAAAABec/oQQJxDjEFnU/s400/10062009092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345679297034864898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming, really soon, but I am not being productive with my revisions. Someone please help me! Oh by the way, anyone here knows how to knit? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2024050491113522027?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2024050491113522027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2024050491113522027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2024050491113522027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2024050491113522027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-beaches.html' title='#21 Beaches'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Si-rAGk9mgI/AAAAAAAABek/gMnrZ8_K-Pw/s72-c/10062009089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3331912395809500166</id><published>2009-06-07T22:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:48:45.672+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#20 Study Vacation</title><content type='html'>oh yeh, I am finally in the mood to start my revision. Even though it's not very productive it's marked the start of my revision journey. :). Started with Microeconomics as it'll be the first paper which is scheduled on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Siu2mqsGhyI/AAAAAAAABeU/yBJxLHRC9Xk/s1600-h/07062009087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Siu2mqsGhyI/AAAAAAAABeU/yBJxLHRC9Xk/s400/07062009087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344566158215776034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and so nice to sleep in. My bed keeps beckoning me and of course I couldn't resist the temptation. Pls move my bed outta of my room and return it to me when I am done revising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3331912395809500166?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3331912395809500166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3331912395809500166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3331912395809500166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3331912395809500166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-study-vacation.html' title='#20 Study Vacation'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Siu2mqsGhyI/AAAAAAAABeU/yBJxLHRC9Xk/s72-c/07062009087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1034019712239552791</id><published>2009-06-07T00:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:35:57.058+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#19 Super Star</title><content type='html'>Just a few hours ago, I was with a friend of mine Michael at this super star singing contest which was held at my uni. Thinking that I had nothing to do at home made the idea of watching the contest even more tempting and there I was, watching 15 contestants competed with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big contrast in the skills of the contestants made the competition a bit boring after the good ones had performed. Well that's not the point I am trying to bring up, but the fact that someone unexpected be crowned the champion made me feel like throwing rotten eggs at him and the organizer. Omg!!! He is not even good!!! and his falsetto is at stake and I wouldn't be this mad if he is good looking but guess what, I am just speechless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sip991QeazI/AAAAAAAABeM/sUmMUqprwYU/s1600-h/06062009086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sip991QeazI/AAAAAAAABeM/sUmMUqprwYU/s400/06062009086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344222409050188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crappy picture. But yeh, it really makes me wonder, what is it that they really want from a contestant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I couldn't believe I didn't even have 2 dollars left in my wallet when I was about to catch a bus home. OMG!!!!! I had to call Michael for some money and he had to ask his friend to come back to uni to give me the money. Just for that 2 dollars!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Poor me :(. btw, thank you very much Michael. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1034019712239552791?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1034019712239552791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1034019712239552791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1034019712239552791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1034019712239552791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/19-super-star.html' title='#19 Super Star'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sip991QeazI/AAAAAAAABeM/sUmMUqprwYU/s72-c/06062009086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7071145676225182597</id><published>2009-06-05T23:12:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:24:35.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#18 雾大迷蒙</title><content type='html'>雾很大 前方的路迷迷茫茫的&lt;br /&gt;我尝试往前看 看不清任何事物&lt;br /&gt;迷蒙之间 我看到了你 &lt;br /&gt;我试着接近你 但渐行渐远 &lt;br /&gt;无奈 步伐停滞 迟迟不敢迈进&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SikaLupGrTI/AAAAAAAABeE/Fi-MaHQXVTI/s1600-h/29052009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SikaLupGrTI/AAAAAAAABeE/Fi-MaHQXVTI/s400/29052009073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343831221653122354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一直都是雾里看花&lt;br /&gt;开始有了心悸&lt;br /&gt;才发现 事情都是两难的&lt;br /&gt;希望看到的 往往和真正看到的 有出入&lt;br /&gt;其实如果不要那么执著&lt;br /&gt;朦胧也可以很美&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7071145676225182597?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7071145676225182597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7071145676225182597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7071145676225182597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7071145676225182597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/18.html' title='#18 雾大迷蒙'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SikaLupGrTI/AAAAAAAABeE/Fi-MaHQXVTI/s72-c/29052009073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4350342946918592464</id><published>2009-06-04T23:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:54:20.304+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#17 Last day of uni</title><content type='html'>yeh, I am done with uni, well at least for this semester. Not exactly done yet, exams are coming so I am actually having study vacation tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiMWdKNAQOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiMWdKNAQOI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this clip and I think I should share it with you all. :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4350342946918592464?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4350342946918592464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4350342946918592464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4350342946918592464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4350342946918592464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-last-day-of-uni.html' title='#17 Last day of uni'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3522813875430581285</id><published>2009-06-03T19:33:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:43:04.961+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#16 Monopoly collection</title><content type='html'>People who know me well must have known that I am a big fan of Monopoly. Well not just playing with them but also to collect them. :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh I know it's such an expensive hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I added one more item to my collections- The World Edition. :). It's not the electronic version with credit cards instead of notes but to be honest I actually prefer the old version which uses cash notes to trade. That's the version which we have been playing with since childhood isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiZFU3LC9_I/AAAAAAAABd8/pNqQ30088e4/s1600-h/03062009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiZFU3LC9_I/AAAAAAAABd8/pNqQ30088e4/s400/03062009084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343034232631654386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what kinda present you can get me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3522813875430581285?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3522813875430581285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3522813875430581285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3522813875430581285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3522813875430581285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/16-monopoly-collection.html' title='#16 Monopoly collection'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiZFU3LC9_I/AAAAAAAABd8/pNqQ30088e4/s72-c/03062009084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2016028077058531575</id><published>2009-06-02T22:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:03:54.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#15 Salsa</title><content type='html'>Yeh i just came back from my last lesson of Salsa and I felt great. Feeling great not in terms of I am qualified as a professional salsa dancer because I still am not, but because I got to do something meaningful on a Tuesday night. I need to get my life back, been losing it for the past few weeks and no I am not gonna let anyone get it my way anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this pretty lady (well she is really pretty) who popped me a question when I was dancing with her just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you mind if I ask how old are you?" She asked, feeling a bit intrusive but I am not surprised at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"21. haha too young? hahaha." I said half jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow, 21. I never thought I would see such young people in this class!" She said, with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now you do! hehehe" i said and then we both laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow feels nice to be the youngest among all the students in the class. The average age of the class is around 26 I reckon and it's always nice to mingle around with peopel older than you because you get to learn a lot of things from them. :). Say goodbye to gullibility :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiUjIL0RDbI/AAAAAAAABd0/7OFDlZ6ntVo/s1600-h/4761_salsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 388px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiUjIL0RDbI/AAAAAAAABd0/7OFDlZ6ntVo/s400/4761_salsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342715156462898610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway despite being the youngest, I also feel so vertically challenged when I dance with all the girls in the class. Omg, I am merely their shoulder height sometimes. how embarassing!!!! but well it's the skill not the height we are looking at ok!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2016028077058531575?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2016028077058531575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2016028077058531575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2016028077058531575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2016028077058531575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/15-salsa.html' title='#15 Salsa'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiUjIL0RDbI/AAAAAAAABd0/7OFDlZ6ntVo/s72-c/4761_salsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2497943613099788640</id><published>2009-06-01T20:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:26:39.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 Insomnias</title><content type='html'>ok, i hate insomnias!! seriously, it's very frustrating having to toss about in bed for 4 hours thinking that you would have to wake up early for uni in just a few hours time. It's the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone. Well for me, it's even worse because i had noone to phone at such wee hours of 5.30 in the morning. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I have insomnias, I would grab my ipod and put the earphone on and blast my ears to the extreme. I know it's stupid because that will definitely make you more awake but what to do I am such a saddist. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering "why don't you count the sheeps like what people normally do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I freaking have no idea what a sheep is like!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeh you heard me, i can't normally visualize how a sheep looks like and it takes hell lot of an effort to just visualize and wouldn't it take up more of my brain cells and make me more awake? So yeh, it's a no no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiOsy8t8KsI/AAAAAAAABds/zeCB2WNN-u4/s1600-h/2006-352P-counting-sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiOsy8t8KsI/AAAAAAAABds/zeCB2WNN-u4/s400/2006-352P-counting-sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342303574283791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I like to disturb my friends or even my siblings when I have insomnias. The idea that I couldn't fall asleep makes me such a selfish bastard that I can't afford to see others soundly asleep. So, don't whack me if I do that to you because that's just me. and just keep me accompanied by talking to me and i will be able to fall asleep in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you normally do when you have insomnias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2497943613099788640?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2497943613099788640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2497943613099788640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2497943613099788640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2497943613099788640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/06/14-insomnias.html' title='#14 Insomnias'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiOsy8t8KsI/AAAAAAAABds/zeCB2WNN-u4/s72-c/2006-352P-counting-sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5153496640345305831</id><published>2009-05-31T19:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:33:01.385+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#13 Pillows</title><content type='html'>Tell me about it. I woke up at 11 already wasted half a day and thought I would be more productive after lunch. Who knows slacker like me would give myself tonnes of excuses to not study and do my assignment. Well one of the distractions came from facebook, I am not gonna blame the person who sent me the restaurant city invitation. No I am not gonna say the name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine came over today and threw me a question when he saw the three pillows on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you use all the three pillows?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"yeh of course. why would I put them there if i am not using all three of them?" I said, looking puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;"how can you use three pillows in just one single bed?" He then asked and I felt obliged to show him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then proceeded to my bed and showed him why I need three pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiJMEl5f6lI/AAAAAAAABdk/IgH-Uv7AU10/s1600-h/31052009081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiJMEl5f6lI/AAAAAAAABdk/IgH-Uv7AU10/s400/31052009081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341915749791296082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so the first one over there with the apples pillow case is to protect my head from knocking onto the bed frame or the wall. The one in the middle is for me to lay my head on. and the third one is for cuddling purpose." I gave him full demonstration with me cuddling the pillow on the bed. Ok, maybe it looked somehow disturbing but hey that's my sleeping habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you cuddle the pillow throughout the whole night? or you will lose it in the middle of the night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm pretty much the whole night! It feels like I am cuddling someone to sleep. sounds sad but a pillow is what I use for a substitute!" I then said, giggled at my very own thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh by the way I used to have one more for my legs at the end of the bed." i then added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, how many pillows do you need?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5153496640345305831?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5153496640345305831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5153496640345305831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5153496640345305831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5153496640345305831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-slacker.html' title='#13 Pillows'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiJMEl5f6lI/AAAAAAAABdk/IgH-Uv7AU10/s72-c/31052009081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1218433864540654878</id><published>2009-05-30T22:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:27:06.328+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#12 Night at the museum 2</title><content type='html'>Wasn't as funny as I thought it would be and to be honest, i fell asleep half way through the movie. The animations were good, the crews were good, but the jokes were lame and the idea was so such a cliche. I was thinking of having a laugh to make the day easier, but it didn't quite do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people if you have nothing better to spend 11 dollars on, go for this movie. I would otherwise suggest to you a better lunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiFCDCd6zcI/AAAAAAAABdc/g1LfB2lO4tM/s1600-h/Night+at+the+Museum+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiFCDCd6zcI/AAAAAAAABdc/g1LfB2lO4tM/s400/Night+at+the+Museum+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341623253007519170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was nice with Nick and my cousin at this Hunan restaurant serving one of the best Hunan cuisine in town. Nick and I downed a bottle of red wine after that. After all it's Saturday night it's totally fine to have a few sips (ok I know a few sips is an understatement). Oh by the way, sex amd the city is still on the top of my list of the best american series. It kinda compensated for the disappointing night at the museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1218433864540654878?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1218433864540654878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1218433864540654878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1218433864540654878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1218433864540654878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-night-at-museum-2.html' title='#12 Night at the museum 2'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SiFCDCd6zcI/AAAAAAAABdc/g1LfB2lO4tM/s72-c/Night+at+the+Museum+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1964926762687274993</id><published>2009-05-29T21:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:29:14.971+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#11 Jogging at Centennial Park</title><content type='html'>Woken up by the recurring dream this morning at around 7am and couldn't fall back to sleep. What on earth is wrong with me? maybe I need more pillows, three of them aren't really enough for me I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick called at 10sth asking me to join him for a jog in the park. Well, given the fact that I am such an outdoor guy (no?), I straight away said yes. He picked me up at around 11. The funny part is I couldn't find my track pants and jogging shoes hence I put on short pants and my Diesel as a change. What an inappropriate outfit to be seen in the park. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QguV706I/AAAAAAAABdU/pBpU_3TNCOo/s1600-h/29052009069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QguV706I/AAAAAAAABdU/pBpU_3TNCOo/s400/29052009069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341216943699121058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jogging track is surrounded by balding trees with all the yellowish leaves hanging onto them waiting to be shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QgTVkS6I/AAAAAAAABdM/WMiJkM8deK0/s1600-h/29052009068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QgTVkS6I/AAAAAAAABdM/WMiJkM8deK0/s400/29052009068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341216936449821602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QgI80NQI/AAAAAAAABdE/afhyrYEwLEw/s1600-h/29052009079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QgI80NQI/AAAAAAAABdE/afhyrYEwLEw/s400/29052009079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341216933661652226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake is extremely peaceful today. I couldn't help but to stand by it and stare out straight in hope that it will pass on the peace to me. I could feel that every single thing in the park isn't liking the winter scene. It makes the once lively park less lively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in uni till night time trying to finish my assignments. I couldn't agree more with the abbreviation of my uni UNSW -- u never sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1964926762687274993?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1964926762687274993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1964926762687274993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1964926762687274993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1964926762687274993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-jogging-at-centennial-park.html' title='#11 Jogging at Centennial Park'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh_QguV706I/AAAAAAAABdU/pBpU_3TNCOo/s72-c/29052009069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8202224379418695230</id><published>2009-05-28T20:45:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:14:04.011+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#10 one of the six identicals?</title><content type='html'>So Jason sent me this picture and told me that he was shocked that the girl in the middle looks so much like me at first sight. Well, I personally don't think so but every of my friends around are siding Jason so I really don't have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"omg, I thought it's Shane dressing up with...." Stef said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure it's not Shane himself?" xxx said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more similar comments. Seriously, that alike???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is I actually saw the girl when I was in Melbourne at my friend's party. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Leena told me there are 6 people in this world that look like us. So where are the other 5? hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously? a girl that looks like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#due to some copyright issues, I took the picture down :P. Jason, not that I don't wanna post it up, wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Nick allowed me to drive his manual operated car on Monday and I indeed scared the shit outta him. Well, what do you expect? after almost four years of not driving a stick, I kinda totally forgot how to drive a manual car!!!! but anyway we are still in one piece aren't we??? Well, it won't be long till the second experience. let's see how I will go with it. :) Hopefully it will be smooth:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh5_I6CL_xI/AAAAAAAABc8/13RuyV-AtcM/s1600-h/n589105695_6304559_3869931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh5_I6CL_xI/AAAAAAAABc8/13RuyV-AtcM/s400/n589105695_6304559_3869931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340845999102099218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks nick :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8202224379418695230?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8202224379418695230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8202224379418695230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8202224379418695230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8202224379418695230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-one-of-six-identicals.html' title='#10 one of the six identicals?'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Sh5_I6CL_xI/AAAAAAAABc8/13RuyV-AtcM/s72-c/n589105695_6304559_3869931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8482648411624186104</id><published>2009-05-27T17:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:35:17.398+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 Zee Avi</title><content type='html'>Came across this clip in someone's blog. Zee Avi (a Malaysian singer) has definitely got a fantastic voice, it's soothing and is always able to sip into your veins all the way to your heart,especially on a rainy day when it's wet and cold. She reminds me of JoannaWong (王若琳）and subsequently brings back all the memories that I am trying to set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again and I came home caught in the rain with my hood on. The weather is just too nice to sleep in that I am not doing any work now. Final is looming and I am still procrastinating. Someone please slap me in the face and wake me up, if you hate me enough, i don't mind if you slap me on both sides of my face. :). Put down your name and I will contact you if you are being selected. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShzswksU1mI/AAAAAAAABcs/ns5SHlj2vn0/s1600-h/bitch_slap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShzswksU1mI/AAAAAAAABcs/ns5SHlj2vn0/s400/bitch_slap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340403577382032994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, one more thing to add. I got my test paper back and as expected, the laziness did pay off. :( I got a mark below average. *sob sob*. Seriously need some spankings to remind me to work harder. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8482648411624186104?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8482648411624186104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8482648411624186104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8482648411624186104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8482648411624186104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/9-zee-avi.html' title='#9 Zee Avi'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShzswksU1mI/AAAAAAAABcs/ns5SHlj2vn0/s72-c/bitch_slap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1192526787791379318</id><published>2009-05-26T14:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:18:32.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 华文记</title><content type='html'>好一段时间没用中文写文章了。很想念写作，想念那种情绪和感觉在文字中游走的满足感，也怀念以前善于用文字和言语表达自己的能力。呆坐在荧幕前，没办法把文字串连起来，觉得非常地力不从心。也发现了自己是多么地词不达意。心中纵使有千言万语也不能一字一句地表达出来。德发，想讥讽我的话，就请便吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想家了。最近电话老妈的次数越来越频密，老妈也很明事理地问我 “今天又发生什么事了？”。看来我之前还真的不常给她打电话。老妈说我一定是又碰钉子了。 不然哪来的闲情给她打电话。我无奈地默认了。其实也不是什么碰不碰钉子的，就是想听她的声音，很有镇静的作用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈说我好命惯了，吃不了苦，从出世到现在什么都是一帆风顺，所以稍有挫折就可以很轻易地把我击垮。我想也是。说我好强不如说我输不起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShuJUwupM0I/AAAAAAAABck/R4Z4knBYSNU/s1600-h/P1030104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShuJUwupM0I/AAAAAAAABck/R4Z4knBYSNU/s400/P1030104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340012772948783938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近朋友和我说，人生如戏。老套陈词但是当你亲身体验之后你就会觉得自己就是最佳男演员。生活中很多戏子，我们也在不经意中当了主角，陪戏子把这岀戏演得淋漓尽致。怕只怕在故事的终点，主角太如戏没办法走出来，又一部热泪的悲剧。朋友就说，当心点儿，记得在闭幕的时候来个华丽的转身，鞠躬谢幕，然后潇洒地离开舞台。很多时候，我们都只在意过程，并没有为故事的结局画上漂亮的句点，所以生活中才有那么多的遗憾和不完美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－&lt;br /&gt;晚上去跳舞。真希望一天２４小时都在跳舞。有谁要当我的舞伴？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1192526787791379318?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1192526787791379318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1192526787791379318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1192526787791379318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1192526787791379318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/8.html' title='#8 华文记'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShuJUwupM0I/AAAAAAAABck/R4Z4knBYSNU/s72-c/P1030104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7033766733167164551</id><published>2009-05-25T20:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:26:15.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 It's Monday again</title><content type='html'>It's Monday again and as usual I skipped the Geology class and the econs class right after that. Well reason being that I wouldn't pay attention even if I go so why bother? Anyway I promised myself I will go next week for it's the last lecture for this semester. :). It's not very helpful I know but I am just trying to make myself feel better here. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShpwjTWzOgI/AAAAAAAABcU/l_XZxIa7RPg/s1600-h/%E6%9C%BA%E5%99%A8%E7%8C%AB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShpwjTWzOgI/AAAAAAAABcU/l_XZxIa7RPg/s400/%E6%9C%BA%E5%99%A8%E7%8C%AB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339704059994782210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine sent me this and it really cracked me up. Sorry for those who can't read Chinese. Could I be a Korean as well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has really gotten under my skin this morning and it made me swear so much. I am sorry for the vulgarity but trust me I haven't sworn for the past few years and this thing really unnerved and angered me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不在乎你的不在乎。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7033766733167164551?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7033766733167164551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7033766733167164551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7033766733167164551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7033766733167164551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/7.html' title='#7 It&apos;s Monday again'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShpwjTWzOgI/AAAAAAAABcU/l_XZxIa7RPg/s72-c/%E6%9C%BA%E5%99%A8%E7%8C%AB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7240115379360825098</id><published>2009-05-24T19:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:11:19.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 I don't like Sunday</title><content type='html'>I don't like Sunday. It tells you you have to go back to uni again tomorrow. It also tells you that you shouldn't go out because you have to get ready for uni tomorrow. Well for me, it's more. It means I have incomplete assignments, lots of materials to go through-- the aftermaths of skipping lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShkaG5JCTBI/AAAAAAAABcE/PIK4CMloFss/s1600-h/n45046550447_1603380_9950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShkaG5JCTBI/AAAAAAAABcE/PIK4CMloFss/s400/n45046550447_1603380_9950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339327538944691218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the best thing to do on Sunday is to actually watch Crayon Shin Chan.He makes you laugh, makes you temporarily forget what is on your mind, and also gives you hope that life can actually be so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine just got out of relationship for the same old reason. Are we too gullible or people out there are just too good in disguising themselves? Anyway, do not afraid to love because without love our life will be so dull. Don't forget I am just a phone call away, you know who you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7240115379360825098?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7240115379360825098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7240115379360825098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7240115379360825098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7240115379360825098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-i-dont-like-sunday.html' title='#6 I don&apos;t like Sunday'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShkaG5JCTBI/AAAAAAAABcE/PIK4CMloFss/s72-c/n45046550447_1603380_9950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6018884129043837281</id><published>2009-05-23T23:06:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:42:54.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 Live life like a blind</title><content type='html'>Opsss it's almost 12 and I am doing the last minute posting here. :). Just to be called a consistent blogger. I always am ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Shf7j4C6x2I/AAAAAAAABb4/A73w9BtFcgQ/s1600-h/23052009046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Shf7j4C6x2I/AAAAAAAABb4/A73w9BtFcgQ/s400/23052009046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339012477029631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok this picture is so cool. The only caption I can come up with is to live life like a blind. Come to think of it, it's sometimes nice to not see how the world or the person you are close to are changing. Changes aren't always good, especially when it doesn't turn out your way. How I wish a lot of things could remain but it just seems like they never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a line from Wani today which according to her is actually her mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is full of shits and you gotta use those shits to live your life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6018884129043837281?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6018884129043837281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6018884129043837281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6018884129043837281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6018884129043837281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-live-life-like-blind.html' title='#5 Live life like a blind'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Shf7j4C6x2I/AAAAAAAABb4/A73w9BtFcgQ/s72-c/23052009046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5742393054702266753</id><published>2009-05-22T22:47:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:21:02.699+10:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>So it's Friday and i have got no classes on Friday!!! Well having no classes doesn't really grant me with more sleep. I had to get up at 9.30 for a group meeting scheduled at 11am. :(. Well at least I got full 8 hours of sleep before that. Can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the city after that to collect my translated script for my driving license. 65 dollars for a few words translated from Malay to English makes me think the idea of becoming a qualified translator isn't that bad afterall. Money wise of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ben Sherman outlet after that for this VIP Shopping Spree where you get 40% off everything in the store. I couldn't stop scooping up all the clothes and try them on and wanna bag them all home. Well, 40% is alot, but my wallet couldn't afford more than 1 jacket, 2 t-shirts and also 1 pajamas. Of all the things I got, I am particularly excited about the pajamas that i brought home. Wonder what is wrong with me, pajamas??? are you serious????? and how exciting it is to get a pajamas within 5 second -- I paid for all my clothes and was ready to go out when I came across this pajamas hanging there waiting for me to check it out. Of course I couldn't resist the temptation and went near it. That's when I found myself took it off the hangers and ran towards Jason who was paying at that time and asked him to pay for me. The whole process took up only 10 seconds. lol. Talking about experiences. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShakhpgLVtI/AAAAAAAABbw/GQlmA4L3FKM/s1600-h/22052009036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShakhpgLVtI/AAAAAAAABbw/GQlmA4L3FKM/s400/22052009036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338635306277754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok today I am wearing this green shirt with Nobita on it. Everyone was visually raping me and it kinda gave me this mixed uncomfortable yet hey-what's-wrong-with-getting-all-the-attention feelings. Yeh wait till I put on my shin chan shirt. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5742393054702266753?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5742393054702266753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5742393054702266753&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5742393054702266753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5742393054702266753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-shopping-spree.html' title='#4 Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShakhpgLVtI/AAAAAAAABbw/GQlmA4L3FKM/s72-c/22052009036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1024564576368423659</id><published>2009-05-21T12:16:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:06:58.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 #3</title><content type='html'>I was writing the previous in the petroleum economics lecture yesterday and now i am writing this in my microeconomics tutorial. You must be wondering "aren't you doing petroleum engineering? but how come you are doing two econs subjects?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and the guy sitting next to me is, for the first time, listening to the submission question presentation because the girl presenting is pretty (seriously i don't think she is pretty at all). Tim, you are so superficial!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of economics, I just got my midterm exam paper back. The tutor is so bias that he gave me 1.25marks for that particular question but my friend got 1.5 marks for the exact same answer. That's not fair, and honestly, if the 2.5 marks are for the handwriting, I deserved it!!!!! But anyway, I don't really care but it just pissed me off. Don't get me wrong, I still like my tutor, he always comes in unprepared. So cool isn't he? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShVQ90KyM7I/AAAAAAAABbg/RYGscfl5SgI/s1600-h/21052009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShVQ90KyM7I/AAAAAAAABbg/RYGscfl5SgI/s400/21052009032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338261956223710130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other notes, winter is coming. I am already feeling the chill and not liking it. Maybe it's time to put some new addition to my wardrobe to keep myself warm during the cold and lonely winter days. However, it's still nice to see the colourful withering leaves in the morning. It really does cheer people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人的生活中不单只是黑和白那么简单，我们有时候会被困在灰色地带。凡是都没有绝对。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1024564576368423659?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1024564576368423659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1024564576368423659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1024564576368423659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1024564576368423659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-3.html' title='Project 365 #3'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShVQ90KyM7I/AAAAAAAABbg/RYGscfl5SgI/s72-c/21052009032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6336381773491646708</id><published>2009-05-20T08:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:24:06.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 #2</title><content type='html'>I should probably give credit to the guest lecturer from PWC for making me updating my blog here. The lecture is just too boring!! Risk management just ain't my cup of tea really. and who the hell attend lectures at 8am in uni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShM19OgULhI/AAAAAAAABbY/EICZqOshR5Q/s1600-h/25042009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShM19OgULhI/AAAAAAAABbY/EICZqOshR5Q/s400/25042009014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337669309346098706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture taken at Darling Harbour. Love going there and love the hot chocolate from Lindt Cafe. Strolling along the harbour with a cuppa hot chocolate in hand makes life so easy and uplifting. Haven't been there in a while. The memories are just too overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shane's quote：　&lt;br /&gt;休息是为了走更长远的路。所以先别理ａｓｓｉｇｎｍｅｎｔ，休息睡觉比较重要。：）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6336381773491646708?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6336381773491646708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6336381773491646708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6336381773491646708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6336381773491646708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-2.html' title='Project 365 #2'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShM19OgULhI/AAAAAAAABbY/EICZqOshR5Q/s72-c/25042009014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1473954256371402663</id><published>2009-05-19T21:35:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:54:37.487+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 #1</title><content type='html'>Got this idea from Mao, project 365 means 365 portraits in a year which in other words daily update on the blog. :) Hope I am gonna be consistent this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am writing this, I only had a fish burger for dinner. Got a medium set from mcdonald with tea instead of coke. But guess what, the guy gave me a cup of hot water, two packs of sugar and milk but no tea bag!!! Did i not order tea? For a change, I had green tea with burger, what a weird combination I know but I seriously couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hungry. Could anyone send me some rice? If you are kind enough do you mind bringing me some sticky rice? Because that will really help with my hunger atm. It's cold and I am hungry how much sadder can my life be? okok maybe not that bad becaue i still have apple and strawberries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShKat-_ONEI/AAAAAAAABbQ/cJ0Fi0n5pXA/s1600-h/P1030115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498623180420162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShKat-_ONEI/AAAAAAAABbQ/cJ0Fi0n5pXA/s400/P1030115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my mum last night and she asked "why are you calling? missing me already?" I wanted to deny but what's the problem of missing your mum anyway? and I told her i miss her cookings more. How mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you sound upset" Mum said.&lt;br /&gt;"yeh a little, been quite troubled lately" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"what's wrong?" Mum asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"lots of problem." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"try to talk to someone and dont keep everything to yourself, i know you so well" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the conversations we had last night, this one in particular made me teary and I just wanna hug her tightly as a son, a son that misses his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"我觉得很没有归属感，从小到大都找不到，觉得没有属于我的地方“&lt;br /&gt;”你属于我的，属于秀然的“ 妈说。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1473954256371402663?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1473954256371402663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1473954256371402663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1473954256371402663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1473954256371402663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-1.html' title='Project 365 #1'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/ShKat-_ONEI/AAAAAAAABbQ/cJ0Fi0n5pXA/s72-c/P1030115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-9035839325113108606</id><published>2009-04-20T19:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:28:44.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To the South of Sydney</title><content type='html'>ok peeps, I have been asked to shut down my blog if i am not gonna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't put the link on your personal msg if you don't wanna update it" wai hou said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fucker, go update your blog" xxx said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is your blog still alive?" yyy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******blushed***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the busiest man in the world, I didn't make an exception to stay at home during my Easter which ended yesterday. :(. I went down south to Melbourne for 5D4N and it was of course a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked the ticket one month before departure when it's on sale so 150 dollars was definitely a good deal. I was due to depart on Saturday with Chea hao but again I went out till late on friday night and got sick on that day itself. Shame on me. So yeh speaking of Chea hao, for those of you who haven't happened to know yet, he is in Australia on an exchange program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Melbourne at around 7, we were just in time for dinner. Zhang li was my host for the entire trip and sea win was chea hao's. Met up at the city to go to Lygon street for Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexIAhbMyDI/AAAAAAAABag/8l1wUBF3lwM/s1600-h/P1030247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexIAhbMyDI/AAAAAAAABag/8l1wUBF3lwM/s400/P1030247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326711633082107954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Risotto anyone? The portion was just too big sea win and I couldn't have finished it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexIAbqntPI/AAAAAAAABaY/HH9exLDv6to/s1600-h/P1030246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexIAbqntPI/AAAAAAAABaY/HH9exLDv6to/s400/P1030246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326711631536174322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice ambiance. Bring your lover there next time on special occasion. highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_4cIAbI/AAAAAAAABaQ/e9GF9hiw0Hk/s1600-h/P1030248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_4cIAbI/AAAAAAAABaQ/e9GF9hiw0Hk/s400/P1030248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326711622080135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is rump steak if i am not mistaken. It's too cooked I would personally recommend medium rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_jmHe7I/AAAAAAAABaI/DjKfEYWGwKo/s1600-h/P1030242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_jmHe7I/AAAAAAAABaI/DjKfEYWGwKo/s400/P1030242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326711616484899762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sea win and I. :). Sorry I didn't turn on the flash. She hasn't changed a bit, still took forever to decide on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_aMGq-I/AAAAAAAABaA/b3_DgSMKqPQ/s1600-h/P1030238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexH_aMGq-I/AAAAAAAABaA/b3_DgSMKqPQ/s400/P1030238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326711613959875554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek and zhang li and zhangli's friends, well I think I could call them my friends as well but you know, I am not always perasan. :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKCVvHVOI/AAAAAAAABbA/ywkXkRkP0kE/s1600-h/P1030299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKCVvHVOI/AAAAAAAABbA/ywkXkRkP0kE/s400/P1030299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713863327405282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Yarra River. That's me promoting world aids day in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKCNTcxXI/AAAAAAAABa4/gfnVInTWKv4/s1600-h/P1030265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKCNTcxXI/AAAAAAAABa4/gfnVInTWKv4/s400/P1030265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713861063886194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many cathedral. but this one looks just magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKBtvSX8I/AAAAAAAABao/TNw92Mmhhpw/s1600-h/P1030260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexKBtvSX8I/AAAAAAAABao/TNw92Mmhhpw/s400/P1030260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326713852590710722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the central station. There is an interesting history behind this but I couldn't quite remember so i am not gonna detail it here. :) next time maybe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being on trips. It's relaxing and I can just do whatever I wanna without having to worry about the annoying routines. but of course I have to go easy on the money, but come on can we for once not talk about money?????????????? lol. Life has been quite hard lately and a trip is exactly what i needed the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-9035839325113108606?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/9035839325113108606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=9035839325113108606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9035839325113108606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9035839325113108606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-south-of-sydney.html' title='To the South of Sydney'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SexIAhbMyDI/AAAAAAAABag/8l1wUBF3lwM/s72-c/P1030247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2805110166042860314</id><published>2009-02-18T01:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:44:01.210+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Toddler</title><content type='html'>Ok I know the blog deserves a little more attention from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is coming to an end after almost 4 months off uni and anything associated with it. Well not just yet but real soon. Two more weeks and I will be back to Sydney in a long dreadful flight via Darwin. Blame MAS for not starting the promotion 3 days earlier!!!! yes 3 days, and it's gonna grant me a 4 hours ordeal in the pathetically small Darwin Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been the highlight of this long break? Let's recount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on so many trips with my friends and family, ok maybe not quite so with my family but wth, I still had lotsa fun. First to singapore, and then straight to Fraser's Hill and KKB, then Cameron Highlands and last but not least Laos which i will detail in the next few posts, perhaps. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget about my nephew. He has, to be honest, taken up most of the time i spent at home (ok, I am no longer the nomad this time, I have actually been quite home-bound). He has grown up fast, from a baby before I left for SYdney last year to a toddler who speaks after whatever words we say. Despite him being annoying sometimes (with all the cryings and screamings and playing-with-my-laptop), I actually enjoy his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SZrGAQQYXYI/AAAAAAAABZo/gpnpgI2Rmec/s1600-h/P1030215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SZrGAQQYXYI/AAAAAAAABZo/gpnpgI2Rmec/s400/P1030215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303769218848152962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel old having watched him growing into a toddler. His innocent laughters reminds me of my long-gone childhood and his mischievous behaviors tells me how different kids nowadays are. They are no longer the gullible bunch but rather the you-better-not-mess-with-me bunch. The world has already taken a big leap but I still remain. Maybe it's time to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SZrGAOX9YzI/AAAAAAAABZg/xAYpwTTnyi0/s1600-h/P1030211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SZrGAOX9YzI/AAAAAAAABZg/xAYpwTTnyi0/s400/P1030211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303769218343068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owned a pair of levi's jeans at the age of 17 but this kid here is wearing it with so much pride and dignity as if to show it off to me. :(. Well what to do I can't possibly take it off and put it on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't compare the current to the past. Just like how I always tell my mum not to compare my current comfy life with her used-to-be inadequate one. Move forward, there is no use looking back it won't do any good. For the old the old theory is no longer applicable in today's society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2805110166042860314?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2805110166042860314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2805110166042860314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2805110166042860314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2805110166042860314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2009/02/toddler.html' title='Toddler'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SZrGAQQYXYI/AAAAAAAABZo/gpnpgI2Rmec/s72-c/P1030215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3946285428887670399</id><published>2008-11-18T10:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:48:59.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by hadee.&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture of yourself right now&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture&lt;br /&gt;3. Post that picture with no editing&lt;br /&gt;4.Post these instruction with your picture&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SSICG1vCrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/P5Sd0g7sqCs/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SSICG1vCrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/P5Sd0g7sqCs/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269776830503759042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, the wakeup look. well except for the messy hair, everything still looks fine. lol. &lt;br /&gt;I think this kinda tagging is meant more for girls especially those who wear makeup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagged qin ai de, kai, xinyee, yaozhong and christopher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3946285428887670399?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3946285428887670399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3946285428887670399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3946285428887670399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3946285428887670399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-hadee.html' title=''/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SSICG1vCrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/P5Sd0g7sqCs/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6498352948240158271</id><published>2008-11-07T10:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:00:24.202+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>high school~</title><content type='html'>Time for a little flashbacks here! Blogging has always been my best excuse to not study during exam periods. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go on a trip!!!!!!!!! and i wanna become a dolphin trainer!!!! ok that's random I know. My mum will possibly kill me if I were to utter those words to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBVYx2fII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1LXAJzRj-ew/s1600-h/huat%2520008_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694593755020418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBVYx2fII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1LXAJzRj-ew/s400/huat%2520008_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwww, how happy everyone was. If I am not mistaken, defa took this picture didn't he? well despite being the shortest among the BOYS(or was I not?), I wasn't anymore after a high jump. proud*** Spot me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBUhTbreI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/hVyvVhhlkvQ/s1600-h/2005+pangkor+%26+penang+trip+0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694578863484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBUhTbreI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/hVyvVhhlkvQ/s400/2005+pangkor+%26+penang+trip+0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahahah, yering your weight sank my feet into the sand for a bit. And the hair!!! omg, would you wanna put on that hairstyle again? lol. Mun ee looked so small on waihou's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBUMOWrKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/j_3iw66CUwg/s1600-h/DSCN1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265694573205040290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBUMOWrKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/j_3iw66CUwg/s400/DSCN1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what those girls had done to me. lol. It was form 4 form 5? My shitty memory couldn't locate me somebody please tell me. I think it's form 5 with that longer-than-bald hair.hahaha. By the way, &lt;a href="http://rainatwen.blogspot.com/"&gt;qin ai de&lt;/a&gt; you are getting prettier and prettier. haha. and &lt;a href="http://kaishin.blogspot.com/"&gt;kai &lt;/a&gt;you are getting more feminine:) Mei ping I haven't seen you for ages!!! Can't wait to see you in December! So I will save the compliments till I see you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh, can i turn back time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6498352948240158271?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6498352948240158271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6498352948240158271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6498352948240158271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6498352948240158271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school.html' title='high school~'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SROBVYx2fII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1LXAJzRj-ew/s72-c/huat%2520008_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-9135140553602125642</id><published>2008-10-29T11:58:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:22:36.539+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Chilly</title><content type='html'>The weather is back in the chilly state. It reminds me of Ice Cream. Eating something cold in the cold weather makes the chilly feelings more significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe4Yzl6jrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Kqw9SfuFqEk/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262377425911320242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe4Yzl6jrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Kqw9SfuFqEk/s400/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination ice cream platter from Passion Flower, a dessert paradise which we are led to believe serve the best ice cream in Sydney. Everyone has a sweet tooth, at least among the people around me, but I don't seem to have one. I don't crave for ice cream, neither do I crave for chocolate. People said sweet stuff stimulate the secretion of endorphine, but it just doesn't seem to work on my body. Maybe, I need something different, something pseudo that I have never been able to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe2gON3n2I/AAAAAAAAA94/IMVmkoSxHrI/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262375354294050658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe2gON3n2I/AAAAAAAAA94/IMVmkoSxHrI/s400/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the laughters. The happy moments are captured, in a way that we believe laughters mean happiness. Yes, as simple as it sounds, laughter really reflects one's actual state of happiness. But I wonder how often do we just smile for the sake of smiling when laughter no longer carries any meaning in this case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe2f8dOePI/AAAAAAAAA9w/7pbDiWrjzZY/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262375349526624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe2f8dOePI/AAAAAAAAA9w/7pbDiWrjzZY/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true is that when people seek satisfaction from spending money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sad, I need to go shopping and spend as much as possible only to heal my sunken heart." Many of my friends once told me but I never really saw it materialised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel desired. Desired to an extent that I can no longer feel my own desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;current mood: fighting for drilling. Penetration rate has really gotten under my skin. lol. &lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-9135140553602125642?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/9135140553602125642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=9135140553602125642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9135140553602125642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/9135140553602125642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/10/chilly.html' title='Chilly'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe4Yzl6jrI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Kqw9SfuFqEk/s72-c/DSC00848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2267633630079704234</id><published>2008-10-26T01:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:44:35.919+11:00</updated><title type='text'>关心*心关</title><content type='html'>之所以关心&lt;br /&gt;换来了一句无心可关&lt;br /&gt;哪能关心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;改变&lt;br /&gt;已不是我可操控的&lt;br /&gt;我不甘 也不愿&lt;br /&gt;但是不甘不愿之际 &lt;br /&gt;我失去了选择的权利&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没变&lt;br /&gt;由始至终都没变&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2267633630079704234?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2267633630079704234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2267633630079704234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2267633630079704234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2267633630079704234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='关心*心关'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4283727827514599386</id><published>2008-10-13T20:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:56:56.427+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Everyone is getting the sun, exposed under the first degree of sunlight. It's not a good idea for me to do so, yeh i basically have to hide like a ninja at the moment. Not that I am afraid of getting tanned, but to free my fragile skin from multiple degree of sunburn, it's ideal not to stay under the sun for too long a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SPMUOjURK9I/AAAAAAAAA80/foZ_n7RpZUw/s1600-h/P1020680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567430302477266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SPMUOjURK9I/AAAAAAAAA80/foZ_n7RpZUw/s320/P1020680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final is coming in two weeks' time. My mood should have been tuned to the exam mood, but you know how hard it is to do so. I am slowing the pace, trying to look around only to notice that I have been long ignoring the surrounding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months, I lived in my own world. I forgot how to socialise, I forgot how I used to love being in the crowd, I even forgot how to actually communicate. All the words I said so often don't make any sense, and all my jokes just couldn't make their ways out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SPMUO9ZyymI/AAAAAAAAA88/VNDoySjWXrQ/s1600-h/P1020681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567437304973922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SPMUO9ZyymI/AAAAAAAAA88/VNDoySjWXrQ/s320/P1020681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I've completely lost the initiative to write, run out of ideas and not been able to string up sentences. What a drought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on skype with Mic and Xianhui the other day. I miss the old times when we sat down and talked to each other face to face till midnight after glasses and glasses of teh ais or teh o ice limau.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of you. All the memories over the past 5 years dashed out of brain and made their ways to the heart. The side effects are gradually acting on me. Only to realise you filled up most parts of my life really. My life has been a big mess ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got rid of the old diary and are working on a new one. It's obviously doing you good. Stay tough and be happy. Whether or not it's important, just so you know, I am always here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4283727827514599386?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4283727827514599386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4283727827514599386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4283727827514599386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4283727827514599386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SPMUOjURK9I/AAAAAAAAA80/foZ_n7RpZUw/s72-c/P1020680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1551831514515741364</id><published>2008-09-21T10:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:06:10.131+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Spring is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When spring comes, I start counting down till the day I get home. Not too long to go. I am stuck in a dilemma- should I or should I not spend a month here in Sydney to work before heading home? Instead of wasting time and spending money at home, I have gotten a chance to actually earn money and spend it myself. Well, just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out. I can't say I love the sun, but I like the warmth that the sun radiates. After having trapped in the cold which is said to be the coldest in ausstralia after around 80 years, nothing else one could ever wish for but a little warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SNmSSlBdSzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/yHKQG66cKjU/s1600-h/P1020420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249387688550550322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SNmSSlBdSzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/yHKQG66cKjU/s320/P1020420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture taken in Blue Mountains. It's pretty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing. When you get the sun, you wish for the rain. When you get the rain, you wish for the snow and vice versa. When will people be contented with their own life? with what they have already had? Never! The world is turning so as our lifes are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, I am tight on my budget again. Over spent for the past few months. Is it a good idea to get a lump sum of money for a year once for all? I am bad in managing my spending, and just like what my mum said, I can never go on budget. I am not a big spender like what you would call a big spender, but I am definitely not as thrifty. Maybe I should be given less money so that I can try to survive on a budget life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna go travel!!! lol.......Leeds anyone??? mic is there!!! and it's kinda a dead city. Bring me there, and I will bring you sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1551831514515741364?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1551831514515741364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1551831514515741364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1551831514515741364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1551831514515741364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/09/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SNmSSlBdSzI/AAAAAAAAA8s/yHKQG66cKjU/s72-c/P1020420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8594585160992127342</id><published>2008-08-23T11:14:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:04:13.905+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Opsss</title><content type='html'>haha, sorry peeps i haven't been missing in action. For the whole two months!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana pergi????? hmm cool down cool down, I have been here all the time, just that I didn't have time to update my blog *blink blink* and of course lack of motivation. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let's have a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my winter break from the end of June till the end of July. You know me, i wouldn't have stayed at home and there i went, to Adelaide. Nothing exciting took place, small place with short buildings but tall people. hell man, my height was soooooo overly challenged there. mind the word "Was" now that I am back in Sydney it's definitely a past tense. The reason could be due to lack of Asians in Adelaide. It's still an Asian concentrated town but nothing compared to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mJ937V0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/etFHbnY4fu0/s1600-h/P1020509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237517213069170498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mJ937V0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/etFHbnY4fu0/s320/P1020509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One word to describe Adelaide. greenish! Notice the blue and yellow tube-like thingy? That's tram, similar to the one in Sydney and Melbourne, except that it's cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mJZuv_qI/AAAAAAAAA8M/PaAE7aI4d8s/s1600-h/P1020511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237517203367001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mJZuv_qI/AAAAAAAAA8M/PaAE7aI4d8s/s320/P1020511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buses. Same old thing, it's much cheaper than in Sydney. Much much cheaper! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mI-2Id7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/DxvWXhvUnLU/s1600-h/P1020513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237517196150208434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mI-2Id7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/DxvWXhvUnLU/s320/P1020513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. It's only opened on Sunday????? hmmm, I wonder how long it can last before closing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mIn1bQOI/AAAAAAAAA78/BV4jXwJXrG4/s1600-h/P1020524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237517189973229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mIn1bQOI/AAAAAAAAA78/BV4jXwJXrG4/s320/P1020524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is plain random. Took it during my visit to the German Village. But it looked wrong in a way nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mIWpQxSI/AAAAAAAAA70/mSGguVhp848/s1600-h/P1020553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237517185358808354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mIWpQxSI/AAAAAAAAA70/mSGguVhp848/s320/P1020553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kranski!!!! omg, it tastes sooooo nice. trust me, the only german food you cant afford to miss is definitely the german sausage, or more commonly known as the kranski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9qzFsns0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Bq8uvLBdTMk/s1600-h/P1020589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237522317590377282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9qzFsns0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/Bq8uvLBdTMk/s320/P1020589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm, not much to see. just the mountain view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for the adelaide trip. I didn't take a lot of pictures simply because there was nothing much to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was back in uni a month ago, marked off the start of my second semester of my second year. oh man, that's fast!!!! Good thing is i am going home in 3 month's time. The bad thing is it's a gruelsome 3 months' time before i can pack my luggage and come home. Timetable sucks!!! 5 days in uni, long hours, and boring lectures!!!!! Petrophysics is no fun, well drilling is quite alright but boring too, engineering maths is no fun either, and last but not least, Japanese 1B is something that keeps me going. phew!~~~but it's getting harder nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh there is one more thing worth mentioning. I am becoming a member of the cheapskates family (cheap jeng in cantonese). The other members of course include Sherene who usually provides us with the coupons, Jason (my roommate who went grocery shopping and grabbed all the on sale items) and someone else yet to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the korean restaurant with sherene, jason and two of Sherene's friends. All of us are known as the extreme cheapskates. As you all know, the side dishes in a korean restaurant are refillable. It doesn't matter how many times you wanna refill as long as you haven't foot the bill. So as the cheapskates member, we definitely made full use of our privilege, to refill bottomlessly. lol. I think the waiter and waitress were teasing us, inwardly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;Was going out for dinner with Sherene. While deciding what's on for dinner, she held out her ajisen ramen 25% discount card and it's understood that we were going to ajisen ramen. The food were alright and most importantly, the card will only expire next year. Guess we are going there again, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the fish market, not the first time but definitely the first time we brought along rice from home. yeap, a tupperware fully filled with rice and our self-brought wasabi sauce. It's quite embarassing to take out a box of rice from your bag but wth, nobody was going to care as the rice there is sold at 2 dollars a plate. 2 dollars you know!!!!! not rm2!!! rm2 is still expensive tho.&lt;br /&gt;2 dollars can buy a original glazed from krispy kreme!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4:&lt;br /&gt;Went to market to refill our vege and fruits. The auntie sold me the spinach at 2.5 dollars for two. oh wow that's definitely a good deal and I took it without even observing the spinach. As it turned out, half of each was rotten and so, there was nothing much left for consumption. well, what can i say, cheap goods are never good! and i don't like the auntie now! will go to another auntie who taught me how to cook the king mushroom. she is good. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are a lot more likewise cases which I am not gonna update today. Gonna have my breakfast now and prepare for my maths test on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, a picture of me so that you don't forget what i am like. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9wA3qHRKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/a_GReHV2bnA/s1600-h/img013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9wA3qHRKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/a_GReHV2bnA/s320/img013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237528051898074274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok peace out~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8594585160992127342?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8594585160992127342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8594585160992127342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8594585160992127342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8594585160992127342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/08/opsss.html' title='Opsss'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SK9mJ937V0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/etFHbnY4fu0/s72-c/P1020509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6578903338622095575</id><published>2008-07-05T15:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:25:42.111+10:00</updated><title type='text'>华文篇</title><content type='html'>久违了华文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去了家港式餐厅，点了个烧鸡饭，惊觉原来是份卤汁烧鸡饭。黑没有不好，只是个人觉得白比较有感觉。本是白，尽是白。干脆把头发也给他染了个白色，你说。那就不致于此，头发还是黑的好。兜了一大圈，才发现小白我喜欢的还是黑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;力大哥说打工能减少罪恶感。我自觉打工能掩护自己的惰性，读书方面的慵懒呗。从来不觉得有打工的需要，才发现原来打工并没有不好。结识广，挣点钱舒缓舒缓一下自己的高消费，也让老妈觉得孩子我长大了，买颗钻石戒子讨一讨她欢心。看呗，打工并没有什么不好。搞不好弄出个职场恋情杀你个措手不及。想得太美了。echo 说头脑简单向前冲，会有更多的意外收获。我也有同感，老兄们，别想太多了，想干啥就去干，成功了再对别人说 "我牛不牛？"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG8HFse19uI/AAAAAAAAA68/FRhXPcKCCEY/s1600-h/100_2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219398287566960354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG8HFse19uI/AAAAAAAAA68/FRhXPcKCCEY/s320/100_2563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 有个女孩朋友对我说，男人不喜欢能够一手掌握的女人，男人会有自卑感。棒极了，试问若是这样，有哪个男人不自卑。哈哈。所以说嘛，男人女人都一样，输了尺寸，就输了尊严。我却说，科技发达，谁理你是大是小，重要的还是内在呗。你说我老套。好我不跟你拗。科技能把你从小变大，大了再大，伸缩自如。可是却永远不能把你变成个有内在的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG8HF8PCZAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_Xbz57XHCtY/s1600-h/100_2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219398291795633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG8HF8PCZAI/AAAAAAAAA7E/_Xbz57XHCtY/s320/100_2565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 昨天去了拉面馆，点了个 やきそば，咸死了，可是还是爱吃。人怎么这么犯奸啊，吃多了会死还是爱吃。朋友说我越来越成熟了，我说是老了吧。说我越来越没有东南亚风味，我说是时候该回家了。说我为什么都长不高，我说我讨厌长高。说我为什么都吃不肥，我说肥了鸡鸡会变小。哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就不能顺着我一次嘛，非得处处顶着我。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚餐吃越式猪肉粉。好啦是时候出门了，我又成了迟到大王。真是本性难移。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the pictures were taken at bondi beach. Too bad it's a gloomy and windy day we couldn't do much but to pose around like dummies. anyway, it's me, Sherene, Jason, Yen ling, and an unknown lady whom i still didn't ask for her name after lunch. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6578903338622095575?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6578903338622095575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6578903338622095575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6578903338622095575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6578903338622095575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='华文篇'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG8HFse19uI/AAAAAAAAA68/FRhXPcKCCEY/s72-c/100_2563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-957364648918034065</id><published>2008-07-04T22:34:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:35:37.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya, Wollongong take 2~~~</title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to update my blog sorry peeps. only if i am more hardworking. only if i have got more free time (fyi, i am having my winter break and i am basically doing nothing). Only if i can tell myself the 100th times to get a job. And only if i can buy a ticket and fly back to Malaysia to meet you guys right up!!!! sadness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the story. Sherene, Jason (my roommate), Sin yee (my cousin) and I (of course la!) and not to forget 30 other people which apparantly i am not going to list down their names one by one were on a trip down to Wollongong. Mind the word "down", that means it's on the south of Sydney, but on the north of Canberra. Anyway that's not the point, the point is, we went there! (it doesn't sound much like a point either. sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4b6peM9yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/GVDOgQzaiJ4/s1600-h/P1020440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139712547878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4b6peM9yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/GVDOgQzaiJ4/s320/P1020440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stop. hmm wait i couldn't recall the name of the place. It doesn't matter. just remember it's a cliff overlooking the blue pacific ocean, and oh yeh it's 20 minutes before reaching Wollongong. And that's my shadow. Looking nice huh? of course, just the shadow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4eNIwfp5I/AAAAAAAAA60/aqL9vCWiDZI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219142229207000978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4eNIwfp5I/AAAAAAAAA60/aqL9vCWiDZI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yeah, wondered why i circled the two mountains on upper side of the picture? yeh, because i had been there before last year, for my Geology excursion. yeap you got it right, the whole point of organizing that trip last time was to give us a chance to understand the evolution of that mountains? or stuff like that i couldn't recall anything now. sadness. ok the point is, we had to draw that two mountains and you know how skillful i am in drawing. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bg_opPKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PKV0XP_9U3U/s1600-h/P1020444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139271820655778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bg_opPKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/PKV0XP_9U3U/s320/P1020444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Creative Zen 2GB for sale anyone? a little intro about it:&lt;br /&gt;-Born in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;-Has been to Genting, Tangkak, KL, Singapore, Kota Kinabalu, Sandakan, Tawau, Sydney, Canberra, Central Coast, and Wollongong&lt;br /&gt;-Died last year but then after a series of resuscitations by its owner, it revived and has since lived healthily.&lt;br /&gt;-loyal&lt;br /&gt;-Has not been stained and has great skin under its owner's tender care&lt;br /&gt;-and last but not least, it has been sleeping with its owner, nude? hmm that's not a point but it could be. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bhcZwtwI/AAAAAAAAA6M/boim8azq8wA/s1600-h/P1020447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139279542859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bhcZwtwI/AAAAAAAAA6M/boim8azq8wA/s320/P1020447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh wow, i wish that was me! but apparantly it's not me, because i was taking his picture on land. sigh!! by the way i was thinking of poking a little hole on it before another people rode on it. evil me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4biQYpJVI/AAAAAAAAA6k/GZUK5gvs-nE/s1600-h/P1020450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139293496812882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4biQYpJVI/AAAAAAAAA6k/GZUK5gvs-nE/s320/P1020450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that we went to the beer brewing house in Wollongong. Ironically, we went there for fish and chips and beer of course, but were not shown the process of brewing the beer! We could just go to a bar for that couldn't we if it's not for the brewing process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bhi2FZdI/AAAAAAAAA6U/QiEeFwUZtAE/s1600-h/P1020448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139281272268242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bhi2FZdI/AAAAAAAAA6U/QiEeFwUZtAE/s320/P1020448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeh, this is Bulli Black. it's just the name people, basically it's Guiness Stout (spelling?). and all i could think of about guiness Stout is that my mum used to use that to shower me, and she is still using it to shower my nephew. What's it for? hmm, not sure according to her to smooth out the skin. and to make the skin fairer? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bh5FFJyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ulAYW1cl1PQ/s1600-h/P1020449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139287240746786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bh5FFJyI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ulAYW1cl1PQ/s320/P1020449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha this was my favourite. and my cousin's. oh yeh and Sherene's. ok it's everyone's favourite. because it's not bitter at all. and with that flavour of the peach, you could just go on and on until you get all inebriated! Mind me, Sin Yee gushed down four glasses of them and slept on the bus during our next destination. lol. and Sherene almost hooked up a guy. ok la, i am just kidding. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCIwBnUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lWXQ4GR4qNk/s1600-h/P1020452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138741691587906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCIwBnUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/lWXQ4GR4qNk/s320/P1020452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh wow, beer, palm tree, beach and ocean. what else could you ask for? oh yeh, bikini and board pants??? haha. don't drool peeps. There wasn't anyone wearing bikini or Speedo, and worse still, there wasn't anyone on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCRKRtlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/GV9wylo3C7c/s1600-h/P1020459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138743949178450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCRKRtlI/AAAAAAAAA5k/GV9wylo3C7c/s320/P1020459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next stop was to watch some rock being eroded by the waves and something like that. I couldn't recall. i wondered how much i had drunk! lol. but yeh, i tried very hard to find a picture of the eroded rock but too bad i didn't take any. hahahahahhaa. what's the point huh? anyway, to jump or not to jump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCrkjlJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/QmDvK9D_p7A/s1600-h/P1020465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138751038723218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bCrkjlJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/QmDvK9D_p7A/s320/P1020465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene, age is kept secret for the moment, height: measure yourself, weight: never ask a girl for her weight, status: single but not available. till here you will ask me to shut up. okok!!! chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bC9Z9hVI/AAAAAAAAA50/cgg2BqUCznU/s1600-h/P1020466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138755826124114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bC9Z9hVI/AAAAAAAAA50/cgg2BqUCznU/s320/P1020466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason, 20 years old, height: 170cm (round up already), weight: heavier than me (who cares about yours!!), status: single!!! hurray. anyway, if you are interested, call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bDBm6CJI/AAAAAAAAA58/aXdynCFMhhM/s1600-h/P1020471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138756954163346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4bDBm6CJI/AAAAAAAAA58/aXdynCFMhhM/s320/P1020471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love this picture. It just oozed the total freedom one can get. and the peace one's mind could ever attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aKaRYPWI/AAAAAAAAA40/-vqnaL1N1Kg/s1600-h/P1020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137784322211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aKaRYPWI/AAAAAAAAA40/-vqnaL1N1Kg/s320/P1020476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene and Jason. Where was Shane then???? be patient. coming up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aK5aACpI/AAAAAAAAA48/Xqe7gGaGaNY/s1600-h/P1020477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137792679873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aK5aACpI/AAAAAAAAA48/Xqe7gGaGaNY/s320/P1020477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeap, i was thinking of singing "Negaraku" all of a sudden hence the pose. by the way, how long haven't you guys been singing negaraku for????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLLNWXkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/WXgudAujlbs/s1600-h/P1020478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137797458648642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLLNWXkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/WXgudAujlbs/s320/P1020478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The phantom. not of the opera though. i need a tan i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLZXQPmI/AAAAAAAAA5M/RanvxQIeImw/s1600-h/P1020480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137801258286690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLZXQPmI/AAAAAAAAA5M/RanvxQIeImw/s320/P1020480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just don't know which one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLmnJqxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SgXBARu46Ik/s1600-h/P1020481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137804814625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4aLmnJqxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SgXBARu46Ik/s320/P1020481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think they are both equally nice. any idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbFZ_lzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k8J51o-snpY/s1600-h/P1020485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219136971267348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbFZ_lzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k8J51o-snpY/s320/P1020485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We then went to the "nan tian shi", the biggest temple in southern hemisphere. It really is quite spacious, but i think tian hou gong is bigger. don't know, i didn't measure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbVDeM0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/OXrFpycsAJI/s1600-h/P1020488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219136975467852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbVDeM0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/OXrFpycsAJI/s320/P1020488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It really is a nice place. The idea of staying there for a few months crossed my mind when i was walking around the temple. Don't worry, just staying there to help out as a volunteer not to be a monk yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbpNidTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pICbHC-iapE/s1600-h/P1020490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219136980878783794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbpNidTI/AAAAAAAAA4c/pICbHC-iapE/s320/P1020490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a view from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbxGkeZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/N14sioK5NHU/s1600-h/P1020493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219136982997039506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZbxGkeZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/N14sioK5NHU/s320/P1020493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and yeh, this is my cousin Sin Yee. Coming to Sydney to further her studies. yep UNSW, photonic engineering. don't ask me what photonic is because i have no idea at all to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4ZcBO9c5I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Vz-AK097_LU/s1600-h/P1020495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yeh, another travel post. It's just a day trip so i didn't quite absorb much things. Let alone any inspiration. but yeh nevertheless the dinner was great! i ate four bowls of rice!!! hahahaha. i think i am growing again. hopefully it's vertically not horizontally!~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-957364648918034065?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/957364648918034065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=957364648918034065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/957364648918034065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/957364648918034065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/07/aiya-wollongong-take-2.html' title='aiya, Wollongong take 2~~~'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SG4b6peM9yI/AAAAAAAAA6s/GVDOgQzaiJ4/s72-c/P1020440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3093632508270112174</id><published>2008-07-03T14:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:15:46.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why expectations are so hard to get rid of? Ever wonder why us human beings always expect something in return and why would we have to be burdened by tonnes and tonnes of expectations from someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we put in effort cramming all the knowledge into our brain, we expect to get good results. When we work extra harder at work we expect a raise of the salary. When we give in our love, we expect it to be reciprocated. Not to forget, when our parents forking out money for our education, regardless of the amount, they expect us to get good results and become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGxcLJBjbAI/AAAAAAAAA38/YLGTvd7WwsA/s1600-h/P1020431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218647414686313474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGxcLJBjbAI/AAAAAAAAA38/YLGTvd7WwsA/s320/P1020431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we are stressing out and musing that study life is so stressful and hard, that we wanna just go out and work and just "screw" it up, our parents at the same time are thinking about the same thing, just in a different point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGxcLjr-t1I/AAAAAAAAA4E/NOII4FSmM8o/s1600-h/P1020433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218647421843584850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGxcLjr-t1I/AAAAAAAAA4E/NOII4FSmM8o/s320/P1020433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all these years of hard work, and after all these years of living thriftily, they have finally saved up enough amount of money for their children, for their well-beings, for their education, and some even for their future. They sacrificed their youth, their chances of having a luxurious life, in short their entire life not for anything, but their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, sometimes i would ask my mum&lt;br /&gt;"is it really worth it that you invest so much money on me so that i can study in australia? it's almost half a million or might be more and with that amount of money, you can do whatever you want. Now in order to afford my tuition fee and my effing expensive living expenses, you have to think twice for every penny spent." With that being said, i really don't mind just getting my degree done in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not important whether it's worth it or not.The reason why we are doing this is because of the responsibility, the responsibility of giving birth to you, and to raise you up and to make sure you are able to sustain your life in the future." My mum said that to me and to be honest my tears welled up in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have never been putting any pressure on me regarding my studies and my results. and i don't think they ever expect me to be a genius or someone with excellent results, they never compared me to my friends that they don't care how much better my friends scored than me. But do they really not expect me to be somone great, to be a son that they can actually be proud of? They don't say it out at least. But that doesn't mean they don't expect something from me. The bottom line is as long as i am just being myself and not pushing myself too hard, they will be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandma expects my uncles and aunties to take care of them, but at the same time, she is still taking care of my uncle instead who is still not able to take care of her totally. My paternal grandma on the other hand is happy and satisfied of being taken care by her children after so much effort of raising them up. Every parents expect their children to take care of them. They spend their whole life raising them up, take care of them, spend eveyr penny of them hoping that their kids will eventually take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas my mum once said to me&lt;br /&gt;"i don't really expect you guys to take care of me. That's why i am saving up for myself for future use. I am not being cynical or trying to sound pessimistic, but yeh, we do all that for you due to responsibility. To or not to take care of me in the future has nothing to do with how much i have done to you, but it depends on how much you want to take care of me and it shouldn't be a burden at all. It's not your responsibily to take care of me bcause you will have your children to deal with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my mum has never failed to amaze me with her thinkings. It's true, but that's a kind of expectation as well. My parents don't expect me to take care of them thinking that they have done so much to me, but they EXPECT me to be wanting to take care of them out of my love towards them. and that's exactly how i want it to be. There is nothing more previous than doing things whole-heartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to do everything for my parents because they have done so much for me, spend so much money on me and of course they expect me to take care of them" that's what basically everyone thinks, but let me tell you, it's definitely a wrong thought to begin with in the first place. Because as time goes by, you will realise that i can just pay however much money they have paid back to them. or maybe you will just not care when you have your own family. Or when your responsiblities are getting bigger at times, you will start to get sick of them for being a burden to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost impossible to not have expectations. But keep it minimal, and keep it simple. You don't want to ruin something by expecting too much. And most importantly, expect something in a right way, with the right mind and right timing, you will get what you want. However, don't expect someone to love you if you don't confide in in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: The pictures were taken on the way back from blue mountains. like mother like daughter, you can always expect the same pose form them. it's my cousin and my aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3093632508270112174?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3093632508270112174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3093632508270112174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3093632508270112174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3093632508270112174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/07/expectation.html' title='Expectation'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGxcLJBjbAI/AAAAAAAAA38/YLGTvd7WwsA/s72-c/P1020431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3370448102233955590</id><published>2008-06-30T10:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:54:10.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily and Lou Sai</title><content type='html'>We were on a day trip to Wollongong when Sherene and I decided to do some random thing out of the blue. It's really random trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Info:&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, i recalled Mun Ee's( one of my high school mates) interesting "bei gu"( they call the lady from northern China in Hong Kong) accent back in chong hwa. Then i just blurted it when Sherene got all excited and showed me the "proper" accent. I was all stunned and thought i was watching the Hong Kong drama series. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme:&lt;br /&gt;Lily (the lady) was talking to lou sai (the boss) and trying to persuade him to buy her a Gucci Bag that was on a 20% sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;Sherene- the lady&lt;br /&gt;Shane- the boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;br /&gt;Wollongong- on the lawn on a cliff overlooking the blue pacific ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director:&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ddd8bb97574fae6b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddd8bb97574fae6b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331949783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D611F88BD61388DA48390F64813362A400A7E0725.6CFCE7A2B6E7B11F94F8CA248A84FD7FBEFEC2D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddd8bb97574fae6b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqVYcOngrJQWGpT9QkOGGo_pNn9I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dddd8bb97574fae6b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331949783%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D611F88BD61388DA48390F64813362A400A7E0725.6CFCE7A2B6E7B11F94F8CA248A84FD7FBEFEC2D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dddd8bb97574fae6b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqVYcOngrJQWGpT9QkOGGo_pNn9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's interesting how people tend to assimilate their own accent with a foreign language. It's supposed to be one same language but sometimes you are just not sure whether or not it's the language that you are familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the scenario. In Australia, the common language is English (of course, but you will be amazed by how Mandarin and Cantonese have gradually taken over), but sometimes when you overhear the people next door talking, you wouldn't be 100% sure that they are speaking English even though they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what actually allows people of different nationalities stand out from one another. Not to forget to seek familiarity in a foreign country. I like it when people can just recognize you through your accent. It's the accent that bind the people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It's really funny to see how Sherene instinctively speaks mandarin and english with a Malaysian accent. Sometimes she wouldn't even notice that her mandarin is almost if not totally replaced by the malaysian mandarin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"啊，没得救了!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"walao, 美到!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"七点三个字"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhahaa, i am starting to think that i am such a vice, a bad influence. lalalla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3370448102233955590?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ddd8bb97574fae6b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3370448102233955590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3370448102233955590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3370448102233955590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3370448102233955590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/06/lily-and-lou-sai.html' title='Lily and Lou Sai'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5660884448856766825</id><published>2008-06-25T23:11:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:07:03.161+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust you with my smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGJEmlZUjNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/X8exl_jMn-I/s1600-h/io.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215806748112489682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGJEmlZUjNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/X8exl_jMn-I/s320/io.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would do you when you really trust a person? You will be happy and give your earnest smile from the bottom of your heart. The same concept is applied when you dont trust a person but you know it's too late not to, you will be depressed and blame yourself for giving yourself away too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Jen the other day where we delved into the discussion of trust. yeh, trust is always the basis of a relationship, or a friendship, but every so often, people take it for granted and exploit it that we see it as something thats not trustful at all. How ironic! Trust is not trustful at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think i have given in to this guy completely!" Jen brought it up and i was all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, how long have you been knowing him?" i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"around 1.5 months now!" she said, sounded apprehensive but i could sense her insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know how it feels, you are trying to hold back but the feeling is too overwhelming and as time goes by you realised that you have already poured all in but it's too late now!" i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perhaps it's not as bad as you thought, maybe he is really the one for you? time doesn't mean a thing really, it's the chemistry, not the duration" i then added, trying to boost her confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i know, i know i trust him a lot, and i know he is a good guy, probably will be the one for me. but sometimes, to think that he has had so many past relationships, i couldn't help to but compare myself to them only to realise that i am nothing compared to them. you know that kind of feeling? you always look at yourself with disdain in front of the person you like, or i should say you love" she told me, and again i could sense her feeling of insecurity and a slight depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless with the monologue storming inside " is it just Jen? or everyone has a tendency to do that? is it really that hard to give in your trust to someone? is it really that insecured to fall for someone?" I was asking myself and obviously neither I nor Jen could give ourselves an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell, that's what everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much does trust worth? would you prefer a guy telling you he trust you whole-heartedly or you would rather get a diamond ring from him with him telling you that you better not cheat on him? It's like he is trying to "bribe" you, materialistically. or you would rather think this way "trust worths nothing, but diamond ring worths a lot. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond ring will stay after the breakup but trust never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not you decide to trust someone is always up to you, despite the very subjective judgement you can only get from yourself. Noone will tell you what to do or whether or not you should trust that somebody, because you know that somebody better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why doubt so much while you can just trust somebody with a smile (not a flirty smile!!!). If you notice that you have mistrusted him/her, bring along your wrecked heart, together with the shattered trust, and move on to someone else. It's always a trial-and-error kinda stuff, no pain no gain. What's more you dont want to regret to yourself if he/she just happens to be the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we parted, i said to Jen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just trust him and love him as much as you could. he sounds to me a total nice guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: the picture was taken at circular quay when i saw this little boy toddling around with his dad. He smiled to the camera when he saw me trying to capture his picture. omg, he is so photogenic and trust me, you definitely want to bring him home with you if you see him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5660884448856766825?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5660884448856766825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5660884448856766825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5660884448856766825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5660884448856766825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust-you-with-my-smile.html' title='Trust you with my smile'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SGJEmlZUjNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/X8exl_jMn-I/s72-c/io.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4899358459165232402</id><published>2008-06-15T15:52:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:33:25.315+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Always happen in winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SFSubq9hv-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YPBKJbclkS4/s1600-h/P1020311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211982459186560994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SFSubq9hv-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YPBKJbclkS4/s320/P1020311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Winter is officially hitting down under here in Sydney. It has been raining for the past few weeks and the temperature is descending everyday. It's cold, and all you need is something to keep you warm, be it living or non-living things. Sometimes loneliness overkills you, especially during winter. Even people showered with endless love will be struck by the slightest feeling of loneliness. Blame the weather, and blame ourselves for being so emotional and can't move on with life without being attached to somebody, family, friends or your lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself changing, changing from a pair of board shorts to a pair of jeans, from singlet to hoodies, and from a 19-years-old guy into a 20-years-old man. No visible changes have taken place externally, but a vast one internally nevertheless. They say the aging process usually works its way out from within. I do believe that. With the increasing figure of your age, your responsibilities and apprehension will directly increase, marching from the a lower level to a much higher one. It's the increasing responbilities of life that actually cause the wrinkles to surface, not the dry complexion of your face. With this, i don't think the anti-wrinkle cream will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SFSyFK1WDOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Xr3YUAUVuhk/s1600-h/P1020302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211986470651694306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SFSyFK1WDOI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Xr3YUAUVuhk/s320/P1020302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get older, you have to start comparing the price of the milk in Coles and Woollies, so that you will get the cheaper one and at the same time reducing your daily expenditure. However you are worried that on the flip side of the coin, cheaper price means lower quality and that might do more harm to your health, or provide less nutritions than the other one if anything. That's why i stop buying milk. lmao. However, i have already seen myself crossing the boundary of adulthood and stepping into it. Chicken breast is more expensive than drumstick and chicken wings, so i would talk myself into buying them despite more work have to be done when it comes to slicing or cutting it. It always happen, you start to save money because you know that sooner or later, your parents are going to leave you alone, you have to earn money and go on a budget life in order to survive. It's a balance between your capibility and the quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are older, you tend to differentiate between the ideal lover and the realistic lover.&lt;br /&gt;"i want a guy/girl who is cute, rich, knowledgeable and bla bla bla...." you name it.&lt;br /&gt;However when you get older, you know that kind of person never exist. It's always a combination of a few features, but never all of them. So you learn how to compromise, and put those things into a list starting from the feature you prefer the most to the one you think is least important. You learn how to compromise, you learn how to view life in a more realistic way. You will, however, allow yourself to wander off into the fairytale world once a while to regain your confidence towards life, and how wonderful it could be. Not that you have a bad life, it's just that a wonderful life has no boundaries, you can never get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on top of your list then? and how much does each weigh?&lt;br /&gt;Personality or&lt;br /&gt;Social status or&lt;br /&gt;look or&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite reservoir engineering, business communication, thermodynamic, Japanese, and so on and so forth, i am learning how to deal with life, and looking forward to what life has installed for me. IQ or EQ? Obviously i am an EQ person. I like the way how life is shaped up, but not how much Science has evolved. They are always related to one another, but for me, i can always see the difference between them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4899358459165232402?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4899358459165232402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4899358459165232402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4899358459165232402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4899358459165232402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/06/always-happen-in-winter.html' title='Always happen in winter'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SFSubq9hv-I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YPBKJbclkS4/s72-c/P1020311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-457354428813780144</id><published>2008-06-07T13:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T14:08:40.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog is so dead</title><content type='html'>yeh i know i am such a pain in the arse. My blog is so dead, i haven't been updating anything. life is busy people, don't blame me. Imagine i stayed back in the library till 8pm for a few consecutive days. Imagine imagine the lazy VS stayed back in the library (to check out people is it?) TO DO MY DESIGN PROJECT BUT NOT TO CHECK OUT PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was my last day in uni for the first semester of my second year. Having my study vacation now, exam is coming in a week's time. Running out of time huh? yeah i think so but i am still not motivated to study just yet. Still slacking and planning to go out for a stroll to the malls, yeh yeh it's the winter giant sales!!!! However budget is kinda tight lately, thanks to those unknown reasons (don't ever try to guess, but i can assure you it has nothing to do with the trading of sex, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on first? hmmm business communication. oh hell, i have just realised that i know bascially nothing about this course except for the presentations i did. arghhhhhh!! need all the notes now anyone can help me out? yeh according to Tim, i am always the end of the notes chain (yeap, usually i am the last one to receive any notes or maybe not at all, lol). but hey people, i have changed, i am more studious this year, i put in effort to print my notes out weeks before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservoir engineering is coming a day after that. hmm, lots of revision to go through, freaking 8 chapters (phew, 8 chapters only and you are complaning the shit out?), 8 BIG chapters people!!! And despite my will to pay attention to Rachie, there has always been something to fail me in my mission, sigh!!! Be it the people sitting next to me ( i am not talking about you Tim, don't give yourself away. lol. or Wani and Leena talking about their outfits, and touching each other (sound so wrong) or adjusting their clothes close to their boobs. hey girls, that could be very disturbing you know. hahaha. oh well not like i am going to give a damn. But obviously, Tim was trying hard to resist it. poor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the reservoir engineering presentation, what's wrong with my tongue and the word " substituting", i just couldn't get it right. haha, nah just to mention my inability to pronounce that word and embarassed myself a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what's next? oh yeh Japanese study. The final exam is such a F1 race with time. 110 questions in 2 hours. oh my god, i have to memorise all the hiragana, katakana and kanji hardcore from now on. yeh yeh, it's time to practise it!!! in other words, more shin chan!!! hahahhaa. me and my shin chan i know!! tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is coming on the 20th. Yeh, i will have one exam left during the week she is here. but meh, i will definitely have time for her. It's winter now guess she will be sneezing her heart out during the stay here. haha. and yeh she is gonna bring a KG of ikan bilis!! yeh people i miss ikan bilis ok!!!!!!!! and i miss mi hun kueh that i am going to cook it every single day! budak sial!! haha. oh yeh, speaking of malay, i think i have got some improvement on it. thanks to those bruneian friends. Xhui, Wiven, Chea hao, Yaozhong, dont worry i won't order AIR KEPALA anymore! yeh laugh!!! laugh as hard as you want, i don't care!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is dead, but my mind is not dead. i have lots of ideas to write, but due to my pure laziness, i have got no motivation to blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is bitchy in general. Whether or not it's dominant depends on how well you present your bitchiness. It's not that you want to be a bitch, it's the people around you that unleash your bitchiness. People nowadays are overly taking things for granted and hence making each other's life difficult. the "an eye for an eye" concept is too overwhelming, and widely used in our society nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you want to be a bitch, i will be a bitch and a half!" that's usually the case. That's why human's relationship is like a never ending war between two bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh please for christ's sake, can we please stop fighting?" A said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you started it first" B said, sounded all bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if it's not because of you, i wouldn't have started it in the first place! " A said again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeh? So thoughtful of you to start it off for me! thanks! " B said, couldn't be any more bitchier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh fine!....................." A said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the conversation goes on with two people being bitchy to each other. If B just said sorry, there willl be less two bitches in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2, in the shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you think you can give me a discount on this?" A asked, seemed not going to accept any rejection at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry i can't. i am just a staff." B said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm say if you give me a 20% discount, i will buy it right away!" A said again, not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry madam, i just can't. Maybe you can choose the other stuff which is on sale?" B said. trying to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fine then, i will buy it next time" A said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh okok, i will give you 10% sale at most! " B said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"20%" A bargained again. very firmed with her determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"15%" B said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"18%?" A said. (wth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if the calculator is not invented, you would have to employ an accountant in order to complete the trading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh fine, 18% " A said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a waste of time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just dont understand. with that 10 minutes wasted on bargaining with each other, you could have talked another customer into buying it! and with that 10 minutes wasted, you could have found another shop selling it at a much cheaper price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't buy if it's too expensive! and just don't sell if you think it's too low for a price! gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i am a total bitch for writing all these. but every so often, you will just laugh your heart out when you bump into this kind of situation. It's interesting to see how shallow people are that they don't want to lose their dignity and hence would rather become a bitch and take over the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine! Be a bitch and you think people will think big of you? no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world will be more loving if one could just suppress their bitchiness. however it wouldn't be as interesting and as exciting as it is now if there is no bitches in the world. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-457354428813780144?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/457354428813780144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=457354428813780144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/457354428813780144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/457354428813780144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-is-so-dead.html' title='Blog is so dead'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4566793407998336326</id><published>2008-05-24T23:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:53:13.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationality confusion</title><content type='html'>During CEIC 2000, yeh it's thermodynamic and basically it has always failed to hold my attention for longer than 15 mins. sadness. Leena was sitting next to me and as always, we started chit-chatting with me calling out her full name which is kinda exotic "dayangku.....bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we suddenly talked about a malaysian whose name is Hazi or something i couldnt really remember. but yeh he is a malaysian guy that i couldn't seem to recall at that moment (i still don't know who is he though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some important background info:&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing GLASSES as usual. and Leena, by any chance wouldn't overlook that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"........oh Hazi, the malaysian guy, don't you know who is he?" Leena asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, not that i can remember" i then said, obviously never feel ashamed of my shitty memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah, the guy that wear glasses?" leena then elaborated more on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah, that's very informative Leena," me being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiyo, he is the only malaysian guy that wear glasses !" she then said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..........................." staring at her, and was about to ask her what i was putting on in front of my eyes, but then i couldn't be bothered much (as lazy as always) and just pointed at my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?" Leena was still obsessed with her mistake and didn't seem to be realising anything from my hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"then where am i from?" i then said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh sorry....................sorry...............sorry............" she then apologized, with Stef, who was sitting in front of me laughing her ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......................" i was totally speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i always thought you are from hong kong or somewhere else! " she then further explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeh? lol. " (only if my friends acknowledge my weird-sounding cantonese. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani's friend asked her when she saw my picture in the camera "since when you know a korean guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, sometimes chinese are chinese, it doesn't make much of a difference between a malaysian chinese and a hong ki chinese. or do they actually have a different look that label themselves as chinese from particular country?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4566793407998336326?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4566793407998336326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4566793407998336326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4566793407998336326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4566793407998336326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/05/nationality-confusion.html' title='Nationality confusion'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6305521483954063971</id><published>2008-05-18T20:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:54:45.931+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby has grown up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKpf18MGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/fr1uiYr-Z1o/s1600-h/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201669277651578978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKpf18MGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/fr1uiYr-Z1o/s320/P1010646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he was four months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKpv18MHI/AAAAAAAAA3M/B5r8_RL_rRs/s1600-h/P1020211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201669281946546290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKpv18MHI/AAAAAAAAA3M/B5r8_RL_rRs/s320/P1020211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKo_18MFI/AAAAAAAAA28/emJDWLrUdyY/s1600-h/bryvan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201669269061644370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKo_18MFI/AAAAAAAAA28/emJDWLrUdyY/s320/bryvan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 9 months old here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ten months after my sis-in-law has given birth to him, he has gone through the stages that every baby does. From drinking milk to eating congee, and now eating rice and some junk food that we adults eat - from lying still in bed and cried out to be cuddled to being able to crawl on his own and sit up right, and soon becoming a toddler- from toothless to a few TEETH (not tooth) at the front part of his mouth- from not being able to understand what we said to him to being so bossy to answer every incoming phone calls, i would say that he has officially grown up. I would still call him a baby but i think he might think he is grown-up enough not to be called a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, bryvan has grown up. the last time i saw him was actually three months ago, when he still couldn't crawl around and needed to rely on his "mercedes". But now, whenever i called my mum, he would yell so loud signaling my mum that he wanted to answer the phone call- that i have to call out his name to satisfy him and expecting him to giggle a bit before i could really talk to my mum. haha. so cute! and whenever my mum goes on webcam, he would be become all photogenic and crawl over so that i could see him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perasan betul budak ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 10 months old now. yeah, you heard me right, 10 months old, not even 1 year old. but how can he be so gigantic and mature-looking? haha. yeh i couldnt help but wonder over the same question too. and guess what, my mum said he had slimmed down after falling sick for nearly two-weeks. i really can't imagine how big he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywya, by the time i go back to malaysia, he will be waiting for me in the airport, toddling around and perhaps call me "er shu (uncle)"? haha. must teach him over msn. haha. Still, he is the king of Chia's family. hehe. oh well, he has now replaced me to go with my dad to the kopitiam every morning. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6305521483954063971?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6305521483954063971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6305521483954063971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6305521483954063971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6305521483954063971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-has-grown-up.html' title='Baby has grown up'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SDAKpf18MGI/AAAAAAAAA3E/fr1uiYr-Z1o/s72-c/P1010646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2509649528878230696</id><published>2008-05-05T23:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:29:38.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>doesn't seem apologetic at all!</title><content type='html'>With the excessive use of the word F*** globally, and how peoples over the world have been worshipping this word regardless of their emotions, happy, mad, or even emotionless, i think the existence of the F word in every single spoken sentence (or even written) is significantly noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the reservoir engineering tutorials, when everyone was busy copying down the questions, Shane, Timothy and Leena were also nicely playing the role of a good student. They were multitasking like most of the students do, all the time in fact. While copying down the questions without giving a damn on how to solve the questions, they were chit-chatting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone started adding the word f*** in his sentence and Shane overheard it (or eavesdropped if you would rather call it that way). Shane then poppped a sentence out ramdomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey please don't swear. i am a good boy. and i don't f**king swear! " Shane said with his serious look on and continued copying down the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy and Leena started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey if someone apologises to you in this way, will you ever forgive him/her?" Leena then asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in what way?" out of curiosity and also tried to be responsive, Tim and Shane asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am fucking sorry. i just couldn't believe what i have been fucking done to you. Can you fucking forgive me?" Leena said and without any doubt, both of us were laughing out hearts out but trying to keep it down just in case we have to repeat the same thing to Rachel (the lecturer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh hell, no way i am going to forgive him/her!" Both Tim and Shane said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but then if the person does look very apologetic and very sincere in his manner?" Leena then added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh well, then it depends on the situation. i will let you know when someone apologize to me in that way! " Shane said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you guys do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2509649528878230696?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2509649528878230696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2509649528878230696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2509649528878230696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2509649528878230696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/05/doesnt-seem-apologetic-at-all.html' title='doesn&apos;t seem apologetic at all!'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2654040474689639320</id><published>2008-05-04T12:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:44:45.059+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The fifty cents tale</title><content type='html'>ok this is really classic. It never fails to make me laugh whenever I see a fifty cents coin in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how much is the bag?" Peter asked the chinese boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"35 dollars (with the chinese accent)!" the chinese boss said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will get it from you for 30 dollars!" Peter tried to bargain with the chinese boss, ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no.......no............(the longest "no" peter has ever heard). If i give you 30 dollars, tomorrow you come i close down!" the chinese boss said, with the very distinctive english with chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh man c'mon, i really like this bag, 30 dollars deal?" Peter was not giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok let me talk to my wife!" the chinese boss said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after a while listening to the mandarin Peter can never understand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, you seem like a nice guy. i will give you the best price ever!" the chinese boss said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much anticipation rumbling inside, Peter waited for the price offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"34.50 dollars! " the chinese boss said, with an exaggerated expression on his face, telling Peter this is the best price ever really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh man, it's just 50 cents difference!" Peter, couldn't help but to feel like banging his head onto the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey 50 cents can be alot. see ah, you save 50 cents here, then you go to other shop and save another 50 cents, it's 1 dollar!!!!!!!!!! and then you save another 50 cents and another, you can go to the two dollars shop !!!! " the chinese boss analyzed the logic to Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i was laughing my ass off. really. Now you know how Chinese run their business. They will try their hardest to get every penny from you. So save the hassle of bargaining with them, your effort will be to no avail!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2654040474689639320?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2654040474689639320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2654040474689639320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2654040474689639320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2654040474689639320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/05/fifty-cents-tale.html' title='The fifty cents tale'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1037126080716257439</id><published>2008-04-30T19:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:06:56.805+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Congee is not rice! lol</title><content type='html'>Yeh, i cooked congee tonight, an hour ago to be exact, but i failed big time on the first attempt. It looked completely like a bowl of rice with soup which has been dried off for not eating it immediately after it's cooked. sadness!!! i couldn't even cook congee!!!!! what a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i boiled the rice with hot water and ginger to spice up the congee. After it's boiled, i added in some lean pork and was going to add in some carrot as well but obviously i didn't have any so yeah i couldn't be bothered and actually too late to go down and get it. So after 15 minutes, it looked fine already but i thought since it's congee, i would heat it up for another 5 or 10 minutes. Obviously after that, the congee looked like a bowl of rice, to make the matter worse, it somehow looked like sticky rice !! yeah, no kidding, sticky rice because the water was totally dried off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do then? aiyo, of course call my mum la!!! lol. then she laughed her ass off while telling me to add more water and let it boiled again for another 3-5 minutes, and not to forget to add in more salt as i added in some more water. i know that!!!!! i actually counted the amount of salt to be added in proportion to the water added in. fuiyo. lol. obviously she was looking down at me!!! It's ok, how many people on earth will actually gain success in their first attempt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, ta daa~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SBhCrubtKoI/AAAAAAAAA20/aww2VSmyRyg/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194975489137912450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SBhCrubtKoI/AAAAAAAAA20/aww2VSmyRyg/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did look like congee now. haha. and it actually tasted so nice that i am considering to run a restaurant selling Shane's Congee in Coogee. lol. it rhymes!!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, winter is here. It's way too early!!! and it's reported that this year is going to be colder than last year. {might as well start snowing la 笨 (pronounce it in canto)}.The freezingly cold weather and the lack of sleep due to my never-ending assignments and tests defeated my immune system and i have to say i hate runny nose and the ceaseless sneezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok take care guys. i will get my ass back here soon when i am done with my reservoir engineering test next week. it's painful but thinking that Rachie (my lecturer) has put in so much effort in teaching us (suddenly become so appreaciative), I shouldn't disappoint her. wow, i will send her the link to my blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~じゃあまた&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1037126080716257439?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1037126080716257439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1037126080716257439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1037126080716257439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1037126080716257439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/congee-is-not-rice-lol.html' title='Congee is not rice! lol'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SBhCrubtKoI/AAAAAAAAA20/aww2VSmyRyg/s72-c/DSC01072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7305965176436746383</id><published>2008-04-19T22:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:23:15.282+10:00</updated><title type='text'>徘徊</title><content type='html'>第一次觉得自己很蠢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没法在广义与狭义之间取个平衡&lt;br /&gt;论生活，感情抑或态度&lt;br /&gt;把自己看得很小，把自己的信心打落谷底&lt;br /&gt;将别人的想法放大&lt;br /&gt;总觉得对于感觉的敏锐度，别人的总大过于自己的&lt;br /&gt;出发点也混淆了 完全不能自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;霏霏的细雨 保暖的夹克&lt;br /&gt;掩饰不了心中的疙瘩&lt;br /&gt;这场长命雨来得真不是时候&lt;br /&gt;如果气温骤降 雨点凝结成霜&lt;br /&gt;或许会是不同的想法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;呼吸让我想起空气的回忆&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7305965176436746383?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7305965176436746383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7305965176436746383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7305965176436746383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7305965176436746383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='徘徊'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7513838038545509557</id><published>2008-04-16T18:41:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:20:39.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SAXSuIkK--I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_ZnPCfyuj7Q/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189785835629378530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SAXSuIkK--I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_ZnPCfyuj7Q/s320/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people really get nervous breakdown due to the unbearable level of stress and mental breakdown caused by the ceaseless problems that hit you like there is no tomorrow? The answer is yes. I was pretty skeptical about it but yes after experiencing it once, i couldn't believe more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would one normally do when they are struck by so called the mental breakdown? and what are the symptoms of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, an emotional self would reveal inevitably. Less words, less mingle around, less social activity, always seem to be drowning in your own thoughts/world. You can call that depression but they are totally different, at least you are not suicidal and you tend to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did i do? Yeh, i am not ashamed to say that i cried, like a baby indeed, when i was on the phone with Sherene. Everything could have easily triggered the tears gland and started to well up and then streaming down. It happened just within a split second and i was shocked at what i was doing. Trying to hold back and tried to introspect but what the hell can't i just be irrational for minutes??? so i reckoned it'd be better off to just let it be. After 10 minutes, yeah not long, i ceased, and talked to Sherene for the next 5 mins but still sobbing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked for the reasons, i could only say there have been too many things going around and haunting me like a flies buzzing you all the time. and yeah i lost control, for once, and couldn't handle myself well enough to resolve everything. All in all, i realised that i am just a normal human being, a normal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would you let down your guard and just be yourself exposing your inner self and tell the whole world how at times you can get so weak inside? It's always easy for girls, but there is always a great wall to cross over in order for a guy to get to that point, and i would reckon it's rather a mountain than a wall for some guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, don't suppress your feelings. Even the toughest guy on earth need a break to be able to be persistent in the long run. :) but then, you can't always be depressed or unhappy. a day or two is fine, but if it lasts for a month, better consult a pyschiatrist because i think a psychologist can no longer help you and let alone you yourself. It's always different when it comes to the level of EQ that decide your capability of handling everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7513838038545509557?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7513838038545509557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7513838038545509557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7513838038545509557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7513838038545509557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/breakdown.html' title='Breakdown'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SAXSuIkK--I/AAAAAAAAA2s/_ZnPCfyuj7Q/s72-c/DSC01051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8197366450976047783</id><published>2008-04-13T10:54:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:29:16.499+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the truth about a man on an island?</title><content type='html'>A phone call at 3am and i quickly got changed and waited in the cold. Not something emergency, not something bad. Hopped on the car in 2 minutes. The smell of alcohol, just a minor one, realised that i have been a teetotaller for months. Driving around without any destination, pub-crawlers were starting to hail a taxi to get home while the others were still making noise on the street. Driving towards north but didn't cross the harbour bridge, the car came to a halt at Walsh Bay after passing by Sydney Dance Company where i picked up my dance lessons last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney Opera House was just across the sea. The lightings were all turned on, breathtaking but seemed lonely. Who the hell would care about The Opera House at night, but nevertheless i could subconsciously heard Sherene babbling about the history of it a month ago. lol. Yeh, back to the car. It's wee hours in the morning and the pin-dropped silence made the Bay so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never care about The Opera House, and keeping quiet was not a better idea either, the topics wandered off from Malaysia to Hawaii to Japan, from childhood to the future, from gossips to reality, my sleepiness had all gone by then. Really, the conversation was so great, it reminded me of what a mutal conversation is like and how wonderful it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was still young, whoever said that was a real genius. I never think the night will become any older anyhow until you get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours passed with thousands of words spoken. It helped sobering people up, and helped me to put things into perspective. I wondered how rarely do people tell the truth, and how often people by all means trying to hide themselves, and how often do people lie on the pretext of protecting themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at 5-ish. Tried to put myself to sleep but the thoughts were too overwhelming. Put them into a blender, after a few minutes i got a whole new perspective, not an exciting one, but at least an inspiring one that will keep me going for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question, will you tell the truth when you're talking to yourself? People so often were too fragile to do that and tend to be delusive. And so, what's the truth about a man on an island? noone will seem to get the answer. But if you go deep enough, the answer might just be buried somewhere and waiting to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, go to sleep la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8197366450976047783?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8197366450976047783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8197366450976047783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8197366450976047783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8197366450976047783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-truth-about-man-on-island.html' title='What&apos;s the truth about a man on an island?'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5520946767880761255</id><published>2008-04-12T20:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:23:52.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Kai</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Frankly i don't really give a damn. As long as i think i am good enough to get married, then that'll be the time. but of course, not older than 35 or younger than 25. yi actually i do have an age scope, ok la, it's 25-35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you think you were in your past life?&lt;br /&gt;A player, in this case a guy that multi-time girls and women, can't seem to get enough of females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Singing. but actually i think singing has become part of my life not only a favourite thing to do. so i will go for travelling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely. why not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;1 dream???? oh well then my dream would be that every other of my dreams come true. :) that's not too greedy is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. you need food to keep life moving, without money you couldn't get food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;Myself. It's the worst thing on earth to lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Deposit it into the bank so that i can earn interest and don't have to get a part-time job??? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Sure will. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Good with words (funny yet meaningful at times). Miss her bf so much that you can tell she is a good lover (this is a good point aye!!!). Very easy to get along (don't really have to care that she is a girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Really want to be my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites and liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;graduate and start earning as much money as possible. Not forgetting to get a life of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you can teleport once, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;basically nowhere. ok la if you insist, then just teleport me to the house next door. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. hey kai, where is your question 16???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;hm, i am pretty happy with everything about myself. So yeah i might have to consult my friends. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;Myself and some of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Successful and have a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what else are you doing when you are writing this tag?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Shin Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Ting&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie Chuah&lt;br /&gt;Izah&lt;br /&gt;Hadee&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Tay&lt;br /&gt;Yao Zhong&lt;br /&gt;Khai Yi&lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5520946767880761255?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5520946767880761255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5520946767880761255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5520946767880761255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5520946767880761255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-kai.html' title='Tagged by Kai'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5443495627559551053</id><published>2008-04-06T09:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:10:36.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples and Me</title><content type='html'>ok it's time to turn my clock an hour backward. So for those people in Malaysia, i am only two hours ahead of you now. :) that means i've earned an hour extra now. It means a lot to procrastinator like me, as with an hour extra, i could have finished one of the many assignments, only if I can be bothered much. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah talking about the title, i have been on an apple fast for three days, which means that i ate only apple for the past three days. WHAT FOR? TO MAKE YOURSELF SLIMMER AND LOOK LIKE THOSE STARVING AFRICAN? that's what my mum said once i told her about the apple fast. yeh, i ate only appleS and drank only water for the past three days. Please don't overlook the S at the back of apple, it's important enough to differentiate my apple fast from the apple diet that people usually do to cut down their weight. yeh, i ate apple whenever i felt hungry, so I actually ate an amount of 10 apples on the first day, 8 apples on the second day and 9 apples on the third day, which was the last day. Besides that, i performed enema as well. For those of you who don't happen to know what enema is, it's a process done by inserting the enema tool (which usually is a tube followed by a bottle filled with sodium bicarbonate) into your anus to clean the lower bowel. That is to clean those leftover fibre or whatever that stays in your lower bowel. If you still don't understand, it's called 灌肠 in Mandarin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS, why the hell would you wanna do that? ok, firstly it's to detoxify my body, not that i had a lot of toxins in my body, it's actually to find out whether or not ance has got anything to do with diet and yeah i have my pimples breakout coming back which is why i am going on this apple fast. Accutane obviously hasn't done me a long term effect, and the side effects are just crappy. Neither did Benzoyl Peroxide nor Salicyclic Acid and Climdamycin do any good. oh well, all in all, if anything the apple fast is definitely for good. I didn't have to starve myself, nor was i deprived of nutritions as apples actually give enough nutritions except for the excessive carbohydrate which we need to keep the day going. oh well, it doesn't matter to me i could still go on with my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i really had a very strong determination and willpower. I was actually brave enough to go out with Jason and my cousin for dinner. yeah, i didn't have anything they had but only apples, and the temptations of those food were just simply overwhelming. oh well, i have been tough enough to resist all the temptations. I don't want to pour my effect into the sea just because of the temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's the result? yeah, i could actually see the result in three days, waking up today noticing that most of the pimples have calmed down a lot if not gone. Positive i would say. Besides, i feel really healthy and refreshing. and most importantly, i am craving for all kinds of food now. Even the white bread just tastes heavenly. hahaha. I will not be as picky as i have always been today onwards, HOPEFULLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside is, Sherene, by all means, tried to tempt me out of the fast. We went to the Lindt Cafe for hot chocolate of course. It's LINDT people!!!!!! and instead of getting myself a cup of nice hot chocolate, i went for green tea (green tea is a very good antioxidant fyi). haha, silly and funny guy! She even asked Jason to join her in buying the Pig's ear (猪耳朵), yeah it's my all time favourite, and eat them right in front of me. oh well, dare me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahha. you will see yourself failing. fuiyo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, that's the whole tale of me and my apples. i just can't get enough them, can i ?? *puking* big time. To be honest, i havent gotten sick with the apples!!!! wow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all for today. My raisin toast and mushroom soup are waiting for me (i bought them yesterday in advance, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5443495627559551053?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5443495627559551053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5443495627559551053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5443495627559551053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5443495627559551053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/04/apples-and-me.html' title='Apples and Me'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7161145973538205652</id><published>2008-03-30T12:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:56:18.995+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Active or Passive?</title><content type='html'>i couldn't help but to lock this example of active and passive form Mr Alinson gave in his class right into my brain. Recall it repeatedly and never failed to giggle at its hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not meant to be funny but the way he put it was just interesting and to be honest, i will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Business Communication lecture, Mr Alinson was to give a lecture on how to write a good report, the writing style and stuff. We have always been told that Science Students or Engineering students are to write their report or EVEN speech in passive form. I rang the bell when we were to write our Physics or Chemistry or Biology report in passive form back in high school. Guys can you remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went on with his encounter or i should say tale-telling session where he wrote a speech to be presented on a conference for engineers (can't really remember everything but i think it's similar). He wanted to make things easier for everyone, both the speaker and the audiences, so he decided to write everything in active form. Believe me it's much easier to understand and much less boring. But the people in charge responded him by saying that everything had to be written in passive form, as it's the rule that has been abode for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, Mr Alinson replied the email, sarcastically which went this way (roughly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suggest a coffee is to be had by you and me this weekend. The matter is to be discussed and a conclusion is to be drawn after that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is not exactly what he wrote i put it into my own words, but the idea is the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So active or passive? Rules are meant to be bent when it's not compatible with the society anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7161145973538205652?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7161145973538205652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7161145973538205652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7161145973538205652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7161145973538205652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/03/active-or-passive.html' title='Active or Passive?'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-162766677317482971</id><published>2008-03-26T19:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:49:12.517+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Go past it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-oSDG6sM5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7d1FgfSV9JY/s1600-h/P1020265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181974165848863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-oSDG6sM5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7d1FgfSV9JY/s320/P1020265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every so often, things don't turn out to be the way you expected. and you don't take it out on somebody when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression hit, a while back, and i couldn't have shaken it off. It's the season i guess, when all the leaves turning yellowish and eventually..wither..life has been different, beyond bearable i would say. I remembered a friend of mine used to tell me this "the only thing that doesn't change is the constant change itself". So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the things i should never have done. So am i missing the person that i shy away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a little bit anti-social nowadays. i couldn't be bothered to interfere my life with somebody else's when i myself haven't been able to sort mine out. It's just absurd! For once, my life is out of control. i lost track of my life. what's that supposed to mean? i don't kknow, but i am sure i will get back to my senses very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love taking pictures. Pictures sometimes help put things into perspective. You see something that others can't see at times. yeah, i am not talking about the picture above and i am not a paedo by snapping that picture. Different ways of capturing the picture show a wide range of mindset and how observing you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love dancing. Joined the salsa class, paired up with different people, meant to be making you more sociable but that didn't help at times. I am too absorbed picking up the steps than to migle with people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over. or has it been over? oh well, the scorching sun isn't at all indicative of that. From spf30 to spf 15 but couldn't feel the difference, that's the indication i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation is mutual. it's always been since centuries ago. and we so often take it for granted. Until you actually find that you are waiting for that someone to converse with you. It's not mutual anymore, you are dancing the solo tango and never ever she will join you in the dance. So sad that you want to get a dummy to talk to (or a blown-up doll? that just sounds wrong). Never have thought i would screw up, but i just did. The irony of fate. haha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ごべんなさい。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-162766677317482971?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/162766677317482971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=162766677317482971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/162766677317482971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/162766677317482971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-past-it.html' title='Go past it'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-oSDG6sM5I/AAAAAAAAA2k/7d1FgfSV9JY/s72-c/P1020265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8452199997463289316</id><published>2008-03-23T00:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:02:36.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>20th birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>ok just a quick update. i should have been in bed but to save up the hassle of going to the toilet in the middle of my sleep because of the 200ml water i have just gushed down, i am going to update my blog before i go to the toilet to take a leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a bit of celebration at Sherene's place last night which was definitely a heart-warming one. Dinner, cake, monopoly session, simple yet satisfying which suited my growing age. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOkW6sM0I/AAAAAAAAA18/yKa6l8msfJ8/s1600-h/RIMG0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562964149449538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOkW6sM0I/AAAAAAAAA18/yKa6l8msfJ8/s320/RIMG0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the greentea cake with a layer of red beans in the middle. it's just simply tasty people. i am never into red beans but trust me, i think i might have fallen in love with that already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlG6sM1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/rBzIDh_iltQ/s1600-h/RIMG0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562977034351442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlG6sM1I/AAAAAAAAA2E/rBzIDh_iltQ/s320/RIMG0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok me and my cake. for those of you who haven't happened to see me before i left, i cut my hair short a month ago, i mean really short, remember what i was like when i was still in chong hwa? yeah you got that! the good news is it has now grown longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlW6sM2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/njWIN4oJbnA/s1600-h/RIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562981329318754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlW6sM2I/AAAAAAAAA2M/njWIN4oJbnA/s320/RIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene and I. Guess she has been marking her existence in my blog quite often. yeah she is the person i am closest to in Sydney. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlm6sM3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/JUv4Jo8GGw4/s1600-h/RIMG0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562985624286066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlm6sM3I/AAAAAAAAA2U/JUv4Jo8GGw4/s320/RIMG0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow, the cake with candles. lol. ok guys notice the candles??? they are tall, slim, and look def better???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlm6sM4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/FDuxGaAx27E/s1600-h/RIMG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180562985624286082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOlm6sM4I/AAAAAAAAA2c/FDuxGaAx27E/s320/RIMG0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom, me and Jason. sigh my head is still that small. maybe i should stuff more knowledge into my brain and it could then enlarge my head a little bit, maybe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i am really glad that there was a little celebration in store for me. at least i am not alone. Sometimes i really wonder, does birthday still matter as much as it has always been when i grow older and older? and the same old answer i could get from myself is " yeah, it definitely does! no matter how old i am".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks!!!!!!!! i really had a great time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8452199997463289316?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8452199997463289316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8452199997463289316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8452199997463289316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8452199997463289316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/03/20th-birthday-celebration.html' title='20th birthday celebration'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R-UOkW6sM0I/AAAAAAAAA18/yKa6l8msfJ8/s72-c/RIMG0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2060664661290916127</id><published>2008-03-21T00:42:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:46:25.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying good bye to 19~Happy  Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>so yeah first of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to myself!!!! hahaha. ok that's pretty lame i know. However, after a long night sleep (sad case, i was sleeping the whole night and have already wasted half of the time on my birthday), i am finally heading out to Sherene's place. Will update you guys on what will be in store for me this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people, i woke up with the first mission to check out the taylor's gang's blog, in which Sam offered to give her virginity (relax people, it's the virginity to start off the first post i am talking about) to me. *proud proud*. After the "tribute" last year from Qin ai de, i received yet another one this year. Reading through the whole post, awwww, seriously Sam, you did a good job in bringing back all the memories we have had back then. That has totally moved my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way, that's the most special birthday song i have ever heard in my life. ok, seems that we are talking about a variety of virginities here! lol. and no i don't have any confessions to make atm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big big thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! muacks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, thanks to those who wished me on time, and called me on time, the indescribable joys of having gotten your wishes is just heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if you are interested in reading the post Sam wrote, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wtfsaidthemonkeyss.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-my-one-only-racoon.html"&gt;http://wtfsaidthemonkeyss.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-my-one-only-racoon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao peeple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: it's Easter Holiday! and apparantly it's a public holiday, after all these years to have Chong Hwa celebrated for me, the whole Australia is celebrating for me now. lol. wow wow, ok stop being so self-righteous now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2060664661290916127?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2060664661290916127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2060664661290916127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2060664661290916127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2060664661290916127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/03/saying-good-bye-to-19happy-birthday.html' title='Saying good bye to 19~Happy  Birthday!!'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6815343091982037057</id><published>2008-03-02T11:31:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:19:27.711+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll just be temporary</title><content type='html'>Back in Sydney. Same place, same people, but different views i have towards the city. Friends that i have been hanging out with are in sight, but are leaving sydney one by one sooner or later. Lesser passion. lesser excitement but greater affections for home really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold. The chilly weather hits earlier this year. I was carrying a laundry basket with toiletries hook and pillow inside that i bought for the new place i got. While everyone else was nicely dressed and ready to hit the bar in conjuction with the yearly event Mardi Gras. I was too beat to join the big event, let alone the party night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherene is still the same, as eloquent as usual, that's what i like about her. A little gloomy though, think the current job is giving her a hard time. People tend not to have a choice to decide their own life, it's all about timing, all about what's available and what's the best to keep life moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine is going back to malaysia to give the baby the best life. Gathered together yesterday for an hour, the family was brought together once again, but joyful moment doesn't last. It'll be another year before i can see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suchada is going back to Thailand too after the end of the one-year-contract with the company. Haven't been able to catch up with her though. Going to have a farewell party for her in this coming saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is moving to north ryde as usual. Guess i will not see him often though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is leaving, there is always someone new to fill up the place. My cousin sister is joining me in Sydney this year. I haven't got her a place to stay, which is bad! When you are abroad, your own room and own bed are like a safe harbour, giving you a sense of security. So i will be spending the whole day to get her a nice place to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my nephew already. The mornings will never be the same anymore without seeing his pleasant smiles first thing in the morning. Well, pictures would quench my thirst for the moment though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8veTQzaY-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/GFQoP6-52Zw/s1600-h/P1020245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173473019474633698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8veTQzaY-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/GFQoP6-52Zw/s320/P1020245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8veTwzaY_I/AAAAAAAAA10/8QGTxNrcm2s/s1600-h/P1020240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173473028064568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8veTwzaY_I/AAAAAAAAA10/8QGTxNrcm2s/s320/P1020240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdewzaY5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/6YnNKEaKWs0/s1600-h/P1020213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472117531501458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdewzaY5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/6YnNKEaKWs0/s320/P1020213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdfQzaY6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/xomfeDYHICE/s1600-h/P1020217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472126121436066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdfQzaY6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/xomfeDYHICE/s320/P1020217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdfwzaY7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/I-UvOVqfKNk/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472134711370674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdfwzaY7I/AAAAAAAAA1U/I-UvOVqfKNk/s320/P1020220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdggzaY8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/WIKOzT8Pm1U/s1600-h/P1020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472147596272578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdggzaY8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/WIKOzT8Pm1U/s320/P1020222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdgwzaY9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/6SC32oSJjJY/s1600-h/P1020235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173472151891239890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vdgwzaY9I/AAAAAAAAA1k/6SC32oSJjJY/s320/P1020235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vc9wzaY4I/AAAAAAAAA08/2JLJO3uh-ig/s1600-h/P1020211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173471550595818370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8vc9wzaY4I/AAAAAAAAA08/2JLJO3uh-ig/s320/P1020211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6815343091982037057?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6815343091982037057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6815343091982037057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6815343091982037057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6815343091982037057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/03/itll-just-be-temporary.html' title='It&apos;ll just be temporary'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R8veTQzaY-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/GFQoP6-52Zw/s72-c/P1020245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7028621785915211579</id><published>2008-02-18T21:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:12:36.782+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a song with your heart</title><content type='html'>The idea of venting out sadness and depressions through singing crossed my mind today i paid a visit to my vocal teacher. It's the first time i have seen him since two years ago. I didn't have any particular songs that i wanted to sing in mind that i chose a song among the song lists available (not many choices though). An old song "qiu niao" caught my attention that i decided to give it a go. It's a sad song anyway, was matched with my mood at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't familiar with the song, heard it a few times before when qin ai de sang it in Red Box. Neither the lyrics nor the exact rhythm. Got myself familiarized during the first attempt and started to sing it with earnestness. Except for a few notes that i went wrong it's a good try otherwise. Teacher said the key was not high enough that he couldn't hear the resonance of my voice so we tried a F major instead of the E major i sang along with in my first atttempt. I am fine with both but frankly speaking, i could really feel the power of my voice during my second attempt. That's so called the resonance i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i saw myself singing with passion, with all the touchy-feely feelings from my heart. It's not very touching but well, the good thing is i could feel that myself. Wow, i felt really good after singing the whole song. It's like i have told a story, a story that has been hidden in me for long, all the feelings that i have been succumbing were vent out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have uploaded the songs on to my blog. enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7028621785915211579?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7028621785915211579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7028621785915211579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7028621785915211579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7028621785915211579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/02/sing-song-with-your-heart.html' title='Sing a song with your heart'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4767360786240141515</id><published>2008-02-16T10:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:43:32.710+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Nyonya Cuisine in Melaka</title><content type='html'>It was a few weeks ago when i paid a visit to the Restoran Bibik Neo, a restaurant serving nice Nyonya Cuisine. My ex-neighbour, who has moved to Melaka went along with me and my mum, and not to forget my nephew. Frankly speaking, despite the short distance from my place to Melaka, i have never had Nyonya Food before!! What a shame~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRMiGMK0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/jEC_gD3AT4A/s1600-h/P1020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166280998300429122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRMiGMK0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/jEC_gD3AT4A/s320/P1020115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRMyGMK1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/B2xHaFYCtBs/s1600-h/P1020091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166281002595396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRMyGMK1I/AAAAAAAAA0M/B2xHaFYCtBs/s320/P1020091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNCGMK2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/zI9-B-ZnL8M/s1600-h/P1020094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166281006890363746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNCGMK2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/zI9-B-ZnL8M/s320/P1020094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNSGMK3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/l-NT2452MKU/s1600-h/P1020095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166281011185331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNSGMK3I/AAAAAAAAA0c/l-NT2452MKU/s320/P1020095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The exterior and interior design of the restaurant is kind of....antique??? The wooden door, ceilings that made of mats, and the old-fashioned curtains has definitely eased us off with a feeling of home! I think the design matches the home-made food they serve, all revolve around the theme of "home". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNyGMK4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fmbaBRhSdHs/s1600-h/P1020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166281019775265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRNyGMK4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/fmbaBRhSdHs/s320/P1020100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum and my nephew, bryvan. He was so busy looking at the food on the table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOdiGMKwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/i0AHIBT_ZXE/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166277991823321858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOdiGMKwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/i0AHIBT_ZXE/s320/P1020108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stir fried brinjal with belacan. I remember telling a friend about brinjal in Australia and he asked me "what's brinjal?". It's obvious that Aussies don't eat brinjal and they don't have it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOeCGMKxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/o3J8OeJ4MG8/s1600-h/P1020110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166278000413256466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOeCGMKxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/o3J8OeJ4MG8/s320/P1020110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The salty fried squid. There was a sauce/dip for it. It's the sauce that made it different from the normal fried squid that we can get in any seafood restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOfSGMKyI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2tOmdWoWHnc/s1600-h/P1020112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166278021888092962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOfSGMKyI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2tOmdWoWHnc/s320/P1020112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spicy Chicken with Gula Melaka. Besides the spicy sensation, you can feel that it's sweet in some ways. Wow, don't worry, it doesn't not cause diarrhoea anyway! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOfiGMKzI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jxzjvcGh9K8/s1600-h/P1020114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166278026183060274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JOfiGMKzI/AAAAAAAAAz8/jxzjvcGh9K8/s320/P1020114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grilled fish with specially made topping. I think they mixbelacan with something else for the topping. I can't exactly tell you what're the ingredients used. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, people go for Nyonya Cuisine when they feel like having home-made food. Despite the nice food served, it's the feeling of home that prompts the second visit or perhaps more! The sincerity while preparing the food and the warmth you get while eating the food sum up the uniqueness of Nyonya Cuisine. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4767360786240141515?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4767360786240141515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4767360786240141515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4767360786240141515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4767360786240141515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/02/nyonya-cuisine-in-melaka.html' title='Nyonya Cuisine in Melaka'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7JRMiGMK0I/AAAAAAAAA0E/jEC_gD3AT4A/s72-c/P1020115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2193465078664517265</id><published>2008-02-16T00:38:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:52:26.742+11:00</updated><title type='text'>感动</title><content type='html'>很久很久都没用华文写部落格了。总觉得不管我英文说得再多，英文歌听得再多，不论澳洲的文化多么地根深蒂固，我还是离不开对华文的那股热忱。就是忘却不了。13 年正规的华文教育，总是扎实地屹立在心里，我不舍，也不会忘掉自己是那么地热爱这个语言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有好一段时间了吧，我都没有收听华文电台，更别说听华文歌了。说真的，我差点儿就忘了自己以前对华文歌曲的那份痴狂，以及华文歌曲对于塑造一个多愁善感的我的那股力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚听了萧煌奇深情地诠释 '你是我的眼'，我重拾昔日被歌曲打动的那种感觉，那份被因为感动而落下的泪烫伤脸颊的激情。对，眼泪在旋律的伴奏下，不自觉地掉了下来。或许是因为萧煌奇他唱出了自己的心声。撇开歌曲的催泪旋律和打动人心的歌词，只要能感受到萧煌奇演唱时的那份真诚，那种经历了多少沧桑及艰辛日子才有的历练，泪水就会簌然而下了。值得一题的是，林宥嘉也把这首歌诠释得很棒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们能够看到很多东西，就之因为我们有双健全的眼睛。相对的，我们 '用心去感受' 的那份能力也为之逊色了。萧煌奇恰好相反，他失去了视觉，但是他感受到东西，都比我们多了好多好多倍。虽然看不见，但是他看透的东西比任何人都多。多讽刺啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记得老师曾告诉过我，唱歌一定要有感情，把自己溶入歌曲里头。每个人都能唱，但是真正能够找到唱歌的感觉的并不多。好抽像, 也没能做到。但是从萧煌奇身上，我具体地看到了那些东西，开窍了。唱歌时情感要铺陈，要有层次，我也都领略到了。唱歌其实是在阐诉一段故事, 一开始是比较平淡的，唱的技巧也比较平淡，但语气与情感也要跟着故事的演变而有所变化。有了这些元素，再加上自己的唱功，以及一把好嗓子，就能把一首歌诠释得很好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想抱着你 给你个痛彻心扉&lt;br /&gt;说我残忍 我欲哭无泪&lt;br /&gt;缤纷的世界&lt;br /&gt;霎时间 黑白交织&lt;br /&gt;无能为力之际&lt;br /&gt;我 选择离开&lt;br /&gt;离开的 是躯体 不是灵魂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多话想说 却不能脱口而出&lt;br /&gt;想见你 却不知你的意愿&lt;br /&gt;牛郎织女也会相见 却比这还苦情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;消声匿迹 真的好吗&lt;br /&gt;花凋了 也再盛开&lt;br /&gt;我却一路冲向末路&lt;br /&gt;柳暗花明何其有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;望着苍穹 我的心静了 淡了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7W1JiGMK6I/AAAAAAAAA00/CHSCtKUSlFk/s1600-h/P1010485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7W1JiGMK6I/AAAAAAAAA00/CHSCtKUSlFk/s320/P1010485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167235322853731234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2193465078664517265?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2193465078664517265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2193465078664517265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2193465078664517265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2193465078664517265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='感动'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R7W1JiGMK6I/AAAAAAAAA00/CHSCtKUSlFk/s72-c/P1010485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4151421065804947110</id><published>2008-02-10T18:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:37:33.879+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Sabah Trip: Kundasang and Kota Kinabalu</title><content type='html'>After three days in Sandakan, i set myself free from boredoom by getting a bus ticket to Kota Kinabalu. Yeah, i was on my own, six hours in the bus all the way to KK (Kota Kinabalu). I was planning to take a flight there but it's meant to be a budget trip despite the cheap flights offered by Air Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NLSGMKqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/l6wcpsUo6Fg/s1600-h/P1020027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291416360594082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NLSGMKqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/l6wcpsUo6Fg/s320/P1020027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bus took off by 7.30 am. I woke up at 6am, you might think that is bloody early only if you're not told my cousins woke up at 5am. The sun starts to set by 5am and rises by 6am in Sabah. Therefore the time we go to bed and off the bed have to be adjusted there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NLiGMKrI/AAAAAAAAAy8/z573UfFCmes/s1600-h/P1020031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291420655561394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NLiGMKrI/AAAAAAAAAy8/z573UfFCmes/s320/P1020031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i stopped over at Kundasang for an hour or two. There wasn't much to explore round here, but at least i had left my footprint. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NMCGMKsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/q8LrwFY7kzg/s1600-h/P1020029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291429245496002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NMCGMKsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/q8LrwFY7kzg/s320/P1020029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kundasang is renowned for its vegetables and flowers. There is a row of stalls selling fresh vege and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NMSGMKtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JDy5As8aqO4/s1600-h/P1020030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165291433540463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NMSGMKtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JDy5As8aqO4/s320/P1020030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seemed like i was in Cameron Highland didn't it? yeah, Kundasang is like the mini Cameron Highland except that they don't grow strawberry and cactus there! lol. The weather is not that chilly either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVCGMKlI/AAAAAAAAAyM/W5FIDpIIWLs/s1600-h/P1020034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165255299980601938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVCGMKlI/AAAAAAAAAyM/W5FIDpIIWLs/s320/P1020034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVSGMKmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fRrNfgULJFU/s1600-h/P1020038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165255304275569250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVSGMKmI/AAAAAAAAAyU/fRrNfgULJFU/s320/P1020038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sViGMKnI/AAAAAAAAAyc/J09eFyD-Q7k/s1600-h/P1020053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165255308570536562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sViGMKnI/AAAAAAAAAyc/J09eFyD-Q7k/s320/P1020053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nevertheless, it has a great view. The life in Kundasang is simple and peaceful. The kids there have no PS2 or Nintendo, but i bet they have the best childhood. They fly a kite, play hide-and-seek, helping out in their parents' farm. they are not in touch with the high tecnology yet living their life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i decided to go to the National park which is in the vicinity. i took a taxi from Kundasang and paid rm10 for a short distance to the National Park. Well, i couldn't complain, the taxi driver will certainly take the advanatage of the inconvenience of the transportation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVyGMKoI/AAAAAAAAAyk/59JwoImSMgc/s1600-h/P1020054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165255312865503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sVyGMKoI/AAAAAAAAAyk/59JwoImSMgc/s320/P1020054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sWCGMKpI/AAAAAAAAAys/w9thDJhbbmg/s1600-h/P1020055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165255317160471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66sWCGMKpI/AAAAAAAAAys/w9thDJhbbmg/s320/P1020055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the visit to the Kinabalu Park, i had a strongest urge ever to hike the mountain. but due to the lack of company, i couldn't help but to call of the idea. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was asking around to get a mean of transport to KK. To get a taxi cost around rm100 for an hour journey. WTH!!!!!!!!!! A nice lady told me i could signal any bus on the road to get onboard that cost only rm10. They were those express buses from either Sandakan, Lahad Datu or Tawau that were going to KK. argh, i was blessed!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66oriGMKgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3jzLyykFJT0/s1600-h/P1020057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251288481147394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66oriGMKgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/3jzLyykFJT0/s320/P1020057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for the bad picture. i couldn't get a nice seat to take a nice picture on the way going down the hill where Mont. Kinabalu was in sight. mountain hiking next year anyone???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since i brought my laptop along, it'd be risky to spend the night in the backpacker~I stayed in a budget hotel instead for rm60. After leaving all my luggage (a backpack and a laptop) in the room, i went out to explore the town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66oryGMKhI/AAAAAAAAAxs/x1f54sYDwSo/s1600-h/P1020062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251292776114706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66oryGMKhI/AAAAAAAAAxs/x1f54sYDwSo/s320/P1020062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the famous Gaya Street in the city centre of KK. There is a big market every Sunday morning selling all kinds of stuff. I was there on monday therefore missed the chance to see the happening Sunday Market. :(. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osCGMKiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MY-zJZrb_FY/s1600-h/P1020065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251297071082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osCGMKiI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MY-zJZrb_FY/s320/P1020065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the look of it, KK is nothing different from the busy KL. It's the capital city of Sabah afterall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osSGMKjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kv915cE5KpM/s1600-h/P1020067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251301366049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osSGMKjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/kv915cE5KpM/s320/P1020067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the handicraft center in KK selling all kinds of handicraft made by the aborigins and some Filipino. i wouldn't want to miss the chance of getting some authentical handicraft at a lower price compared to those selling in the shops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osyGMKkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KBwY1lvIXVs/s1600-h/P1020068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165251309955983938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66osyGMKkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KBwY1lvIXVs/s320/P1020068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are many skillful tailors along the handicraft center to help people with the editing of their clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nICGMKbI/AAAAAAAAAw8/RCg0MwjROCg/s1600-h/P1020072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165249579084163506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nICGMKbI/AAAAAAAAAw8/RCg0MwjROCg/s320/P1020072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is a night market held everyday (not sure if it's held daily) next to the handicraft center selling food, vege and fruits. People started to get ready for the market from around 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nJSGMKfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-wZ17Btjz_Q/s1600-h/P1020081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165249600559000050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nJSGMKfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/-wZ17Btjz_Q/s320/P1020081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the only picture taken in the night market as the battery of the camera had gone flat. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nIiGMKcI/AAAAAAAAAxE/slTtipfaP8Q/s1600-h/P1020073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165249587674098114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nIiGMKcI/AAAAAAAAAxE/slTtipfaP8Q/s320/P1020073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KK is a city by the seaside thus the torrid is inevitable. Exploring the city on my feet and exposed under the sun for hours had definitely given me a hard time. Coconut juice anyone??? oh yeah~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nIyGMKdI/AAAAAAAAAxM/spQ26KSY1LQ/s1600-h/P1020076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165249591969065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nIyGMKdI/AAAAAAAAAxM/spQ26KSY1LQ/s320/P1020076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It cost me rm2 for a coconut much bigger than those in West Malaysia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nJCGMKeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CYCx8dBpfzY/s1600-h/P1020077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165249596264032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R66nJCGMKeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/CYCx8dBpfzY/s320/P1020077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, it's me savouring the refershing coconut juice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a night in KK and took a flight straight to Tawau the following day. This will be the ending post for the sabah trip as i didn't have any pictures taken in Tawau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this Sabah trip, i have seen the big contrast among the rich and the poor. Some of them are as rich as a millionaire while some of the poor will be more than happy to have their daily meals settled. The illegal immigrants from Philipines are leading a miserable life there and i could really imagine how crappy a life they had had in their own country. However, they seem to have found the contentment from their life. Perhaps as what people told me, the richer you are, the more troubles you will have to deal with in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4151421065804947110?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4151421065804947110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4151421065804947110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4151421065804947110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4151421065804947110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/02/sabah-trip-kundasang-and-kota-kinabalu.html' title='Sabah Trip: Kundasang and Kota Kinabalu'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R67NLSGMKqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/l6wcpsUo6Fg/s72-c/P1020027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8056967751038463179</id><published>2008-02-06T20:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:02:26.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>It's Chinese New Year's eve, had my Reunion "lunch", but it wasn't as reunited as i had expected it to be. There were only 6 people gathered around the table having lunch together. Dad, Mum, Grandma, younger bro, sis-in-law and I, oh not to forget the little nephew (he wasn't at the table anyway, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i am upset about the lack of people having reunion lunch, it really made me wondered what's the point of having that "reunion lunch" as we have always had lunch or dinner together on a regular basis. I like the idea of us all sitting around the table and having meal together while chatting to each other happily. What makes a normal lunch different from a reunion lunch is that you have new people (people you don't always have lunch or dinner together with) to have lunch with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my reunion lunch has no difference from the normal one. and what has made it worse, my elder brother wasn't there having lunch with us. lol. However, i am cool with it and was happy as usual to have celebrated the CNY's eve. :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about the number of people? and who cares about the absence of someone else? Appreciate those who have been there! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everyone~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8056967751038463179?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8056967751038463179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8056967751038463179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8056967751038463179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8056967751038463179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8578446008299769089</id><published>2008-01-23T17:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:38:05.680+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Sabah Trip: Fish Noodle</title><content type='html'>One of the thing you can't afford to miss when you are in Sabah is the local "fish noodle". I was brought to have fish noodles on my second day in Sandakan. When i first heard about the noodle fish, my first impression of how it's like was funny yet typical, which was "just noodles with a fish inside (ikan kembung in particular)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5bedvzIGQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/y5jFQwIU8ss/s1600-h/P1010977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158555025827961090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5bedvzIGQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/y5jFQwIU8ss/s320/P1010977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the fish noodle i had on that day. When the bowl was served, i didn't start eating right away, but kept on waiting for something else to come. So my uncle asked me "what are you waiting for?". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i looked puzzled, and the question marks above my head led to the question "Waiting for the noodle?". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's the noodle, what do you expect?" my uncle then said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, i was so wrong! i thought that's just the fish, and the noodles were served separately like the normal noodle we usually have. Such an embarassment. Maybe you are still wondering "what's wrong?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5beePzIGRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/A9i9OBnrexg/s1600-h/P1010978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158555034417895698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5beePzIGRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/A9i9OBnrexg/s320/P1010978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5beefzIGSI/AAAAAAAAAws/Iu2hIybC7wA/s1600-h/P1010979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158555038712863010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5beefzIGSI/AAAAAAAAAws/Iu2hIybC7wA/s320/P1010979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, this is the noodle. It's made of fish, and you would have fish cake, fish ball and vege inside the bowl as well. That's where the name comes from, "FISH NOODLE!!!". So, the fish noodle actually tastes weird, the smell of fish of course, yummy nevertheless. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5bee_zIGTI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TC8HjenTjOU/s1600-h/P1020086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158555047302797618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5bee_zIGTI/AAAAAAAAAw0/TC8HjenTjOU/s320/P1020086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the fish noodle i had in Kota Kinabalu. They taste the same, but just different shape for the noodles. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i teased myself afterwards for being such a stereotype when it comes to interpret the name. We tend to muse in a more complicated way while the things couldn't actually be simpler. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplicity is a blessing. So just sit back and enjoy the fish noodle. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8578446008299769089?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8578446008299769089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8578446008299769089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8578446008299769089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8578446008299769089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabah-trip-fish-noodle.html' title='Sabah Trip: Fish Noodle'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5bedvzIGQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/y5jFQwIU8ss/s72-c/P1010977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-120105004227592466</id><published>2008-01-21T19:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:39:13.916+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Sabah Trip: The Horny Proboscis Monkey</title><content type='html'>i am back, back from Sabah after 10 days integrating myself into a Sabahan's life. Went to my uncle's place in Sandakan for a few days before setting off to Kota Kinabalu and then Tawau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle took me to the sanctuary of Proboscis Monkey during my stay in Sandakan. Proboscis Monkey???? i was puzzled and totally intrigued to see how it's like since i have never heard of it let alone seen one. Sandakan has always been known as the biggest Orang Utan Sanctuary, but now it seems that Proboscis Monkey has gradually taken over~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra8wisYKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/10n6juzkFgI/s1600-h/P1010980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157847473115127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra8wisYKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/10n6juzkFgI/s320/P1010980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sanctuary is located in a very secluded place around 25km inside of an oil palm estate. Meandering through the muddy estate paths, i was more looking forward to seeing that mysterious Proboscis Monkeys. I actually wondered at times that do the monkeys actually worth of all the efforts? lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra8QisYJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/tSWBlapEyHg/s1600-h/P1010985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157847464525193362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra8QisYJI/AAAAAAAAAvs/tSWBlapEyHg/s320/P1010985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, that's how a Proboscis Monkey is like! Give it a once-over, you would probably say that "oh well, it just looks like a normal monkey!" aha, that's what i thought as well when i first looked at the poster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra7wisYII/AAAAAAAAAvk/QYa5jRMGlaw/s1600-h/P1010988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157847455935258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra7wisYII/AAAAAAAAAvk/QYa5jRMGlaw/s320/P1010988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the place where the staffs feed the monkeys. The monkeys actually live far inside the jungle where nobody can find them and come over here twice a day during the feeding time. It really amazed me that they know the exact time to come over despite the fact that they don't have a watch and they don't use a watch! It's such a shame that we human beings always late for something even though we have watches! lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is something interesting story about the Proboscis Monkeys. There are two groups of them living on two sides of the land separated by a river. One is called the "alpha males" and their families (which includes his WIVES and babies). Another one is called the "bachelor group" which consists of all the male monkeys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alpha male is so called the strongest monkeys. The Proboscis Monkeys fight with each other and the winner will then become the alpha male and have female monkeys to reproduce. The loser is going back to the bachelor group and beating the time until he thinks he is strong enough to defeat the alpha male in a fight. If the current alpha male loses the match, he will then go to somewhere secluded and never show up himself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcRQisYLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-1z44xCIIgM/s1600-h/P1020022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157848924814074034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcRQisYLI/AAAAAAAAAv8/-1z44xCIIgM/s320/P1020022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the bachelor group. Obviously they are all male monkeys. We have always known that "monkeys love bananas". But Proboscis Monkeys don't eat banana and they are not allowed to eat bananas either. Why is that so? Proboscis Monkeys can't digest sweet stuff that's why they are not fed with bananas but cucumber! Interesting isn't it? lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcUQisYMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZCZky7JC3lc/s1600-h/P1020021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157848976353681602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcUQisYMI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ZCZky7JC3lc/s320/P1020021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the close-up look of a proboscis monkey. sorry it's a little blurred out. I used the binoculars to help take the picture. I wouldn't otherwise get such a picture. The special thing about a proboscis monkey is its nose! Have a look, it's relatively longer than the normal monkeys'. That's why it's called "the longest nose in Borneo". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcVAisYNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/YNLARaZk71g/s1600-h/P1020024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157848989238583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcVAisYNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/YNLARaZk71g/s320/P1020024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the monkey. It looked like it is wearing an underwear. And look at its back, it looked like it has used wax to style its hair. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcXAisYOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/k835E-lisSs/s1600-h/P1020013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157849023598321890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5RcXAisYOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/k835E-lisSs/s320/P1020013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yeah, this is the picture taken using camera with binoculars from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra6wisYGI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Zg7WEwvqip0/s1600-h/P1020009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra7AisYHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ylUON5p-300/s1600-h/P1020002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157847443050356850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra7AisYHI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ylUON5p-300/s320/P1020002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another interesting fact of Proboscis Monkey. It has perpetual erection, in other words it will have erection all the time. Why is that so?? well i couldn't give you a precise answer. Maybe the bachelor groups don't have the chance to have sex until they become alpha male and that's why they are always horny. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proboscis Monkeys are very rare. i really respect the owner of the land that first noticed the monkeys and decided to conserve them instead of chasing them away merely to develope the land to make more profit. Or we wouldn't have chance to even see one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-120105004227592466?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/120105004227592466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=120105004227592466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/120105004227592466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/120105004227592466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabah-trip-horny-proboscis-monkey.html' title='Sabah Trip: The Horny Proboscis Monkey'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R5Ra8wisYKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/10n6juzkFgI/s72-c/P1010980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8724383578240475754</id><published>2008-01-08T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:13:19.268+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Safe Than Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4MY6gisX7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/9MoHLfuk42g/s1600-h/condom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152989792088907698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4MY6gisX7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/9MoHLfuk42g/s320/condom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that once in a while you will come across this kinda converstion, or maybe you have been the one that cried out the new or received the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh gosh, my period is late!" you might have said or heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i did put on condom! " again, you might be saying that or hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deal. According to some research (i forgot where did i come across the research, you should judge how true is that), condom is only 85% effective in preventing pregnancy. That's why some people still get pregnant even though their partner wears a condom during the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, then what's the point of wearing a condom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's to prevent STDs (sex transmitted disease) as well as to prevent pregnancy to certain extent!!! It'd be more ideal if you can convince yourself or your partner to have take birth-control pill. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has left me with a lot of questions. Why do people so eagerly want to have sex while it actually gives people so many troubles? You will have to wear a condom to prevent STDs, you will have to take birth-control pill to prevent unwanted pregnancy, you will be scared the hell out of you for the whole month if you forget to do both. Also, there are so many measures invented to prevent all the consequences caused by having sex so that people can have it without any anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say " i want to do the most intimate thing with the people i love" or reasons like that. Yeah, that might be part of the reasons. But the ultimate reason why do people keep searching for it: &lt;em&gt;The pleasure you get from it outweighs all the troubles you get yourself into.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;em&gt;, it's always better safe than sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8724383578240475754?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8724383578240475754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8724383578240475754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8724383578240475754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8724383578240475754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-safe-than-sorry.html' title='Better Safe Than Sorry'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4MY6gisX7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/9MoHLfuk42g/s72-c/condom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1640114060042173579</id><published>2008-01-06T15:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:44:44.549+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way up to Genting Highland</title><content type='html'>My spontaneity had given me a thrust to go all the way up to Genting Highland on the first day of 2008. None of us was expecting the heavy traffic up the hill !!! Frankly, to go to the top of the hill in a 1300CC car is not easy at all, not to mention was to stuck in a traffic jam on a HILLY road. Having to see the car in front reversing a bit due to the gravity and the lack of skill in controlling the car was a terrible experience. Hsiang claimed that his phobia of getting into an accident had been exacerbated in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcAisX2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ftEB1RErvh0/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227306544848738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcAisX2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ftEB1RErvh0/s320/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hsiang and me in front of the marvellous decoration outside the Genting Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcQisX3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/EEBUNR6TqNg/s1600-h/P1010958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227310839816050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcQisX3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/EEBUNR6TqNg/s320/P1010958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mao and Hsiang in the already closed indoor theme park in First World Hotel. Looking at the miniature Eiffel Tower had indeed worsen my desperation to go to Paris. Can that be my new year resolution?? It's time to get in touch with my ex french roommate Fox!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcwisX4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/DdSRmZRzDzM/s1600-h/P1010951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227319429750658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcwisX4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/DdSRmZRzDzM/s320/P1010951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mao with greying moustache??? damn macho huh??!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjdAisX5I/AAAAAAAAAts/G4eHDtHx0lY/s1600-h/P1010954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227323724717970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjdAisX5I/AAAAAAAAAts/G4eHDtHx0lY/s320/P1010954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hsiang, with his overly-sweetened mocha something something. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjdQisX6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/W-4ds7BOOzo/s1600-h/P1010942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152227328019685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjdQisX6I/AAAAAAAAAt0/W-4ds7BOOzo/s320/P1010942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok this is interesting. cellphone, car and gold to be sold?? on the spot??? erm, guess he must have lost all his money in the casino !~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjQisXxI/AAAAAAAAAss/Vz0bLlEqj5s/s1600-h/P1010949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225232075644690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjQisXxI/AAAAAAAAAss/Vz0bLlEqj5s/s320/P1010949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, welcome 2008!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjgisXyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/U2f63mtMUMc/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225236370612002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjgisXyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/U2f63mtMUMc/s320/P1010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow wow, fighting on the first day of 2008??? that would not be good!!!! It's time to reconcile people hoping for an auspicious year !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjwisXzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pu95MmdC3dI/s1600-h/P1010966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225240665579314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhjwisXzI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Pu95MmdC3dI/s320/P1010966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hsiang, mao and me! The three lame people that spontaneously (or i should say madly) decided to go to Genting at that wee hours! See how great was mao to wear only a super short pants, and with no sweater?? so was i, but left out the super short pants, that'd be disgusting! lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhkAisX0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/8nbK0tgWYIA/s1600-h/P1010962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225244960546626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhkAisX0I/AAAAAAAAAtE/8nbK0tgWYIA/s320/P1010962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hoho, luckily the "deer?" didn't defecate! phew~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhkQisX1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/B9o54_BO4sE/s1600-h/P1010957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152225249255513938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BhkQisX1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/B9o54_BO4sE/s320/P1010957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow. winter wonder land! who doesn't want a White christmas and New year??? T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, that's how i celebrated my new year. Actually we went to The Curve hoping to see the fireworks and to meet my friend, but screwed the traffic jam and we just happenned to see part of the fireworks by the roadside. lol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok new year resolution? hmm, don't think i have one. i just want things to come in unexpectedly and so i won't have much disappointments without any expectations! well, there is always a surprise  and i am looking forward to it ~~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1640114060042173579?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1640114060042173579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1640114060042173579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1640114060042173579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1640114060042173579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-way-up-to-genting-highland.html' title='All the way up to Genting Highland'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R4BjcAisX2I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ftEB1RErvh0/s72-c/P1010961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-360184356642709344</id><published>2008-01-04T16:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:39:33.567+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>A famosa trip</title><content type='html'>Trip after trip, i have nearly used up my energy but nevertheless i have had great trips with my all my friends. On sunday, we went to A'famosa in Alor Gajah and spent a night there. With 8 of us in 2 cars, we took off from my house in tangkak and it took us less than an hour to get to A'famosa water world. After the monopoly session that lasted till wee hours the night before, we could hardly get up early in the morning and thus we had only set off at around 2pm along with the wait for my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't quite organise the pictures well so please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3QisXsI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P8oEalAuhp8/s1600-h/P1010864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494400440557250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3QisXsI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P8oEalAuhp8/s320/P1010864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the getaway in A'famosa, the animal world safari. But believe me, it's nothing great in there. The animals are skinny and looked to me they have not been well fed. sho shad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3gisXtI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OKMHLMDIaFw/s1600-h/P1010862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494404735524562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3gisXtI/AAAAAAAAAsM/OKMHLMDIaFw/s320/P1010862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chea hao, sitting next to the driver, YZ. He kept on influencing YZ to drive recklessly which he really did at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3wisXuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HsrqDRiUsEY/s1600-h/P1010859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494409030491874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3wisXuI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HsrqDRiUsEY/s320/P1010859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the swimming pool in the villa where we stayed. However, we never got in the swimming pool throughout the stay as the swimming was really DIRTY!!!! We planned to just wash our feet in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I4QisXvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hRjWy9pXSyw/s1600-h/P1010857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494417620426482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I4QisXvI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hRjWy9pXSyw/s320/P1010857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Villa where we spent a night in. It's a villa with three bedrooms which could easily accomodate the 8 of us but with only 2 bathrooms. we had to cut the queue to get to shower before each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I4gisXwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4k59q3t5rx0/s1600-h/P1010856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151494421915393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I4gisXwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4k59q3t5rx0/s320/P1010856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the driver YZ, under great pressure for driving his sister's car. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HfwisXnI/AAAAAAAAArc/84aV52MUkVM/s1600-h/P1010872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492897202003570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HfwisXnI/AAAAAAAAArc/84aV52MUkVM/s320/P1010872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mao, pretend to be below the required height while she in fact is not much taller than the required height. lol. kidding aye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgAisXoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ozkKWerQKTA/s1600-h/P1010870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492901496970882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgAisXoI/AAAAAAAAArk/ozkKWerQKTA/s320/P1010870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my younger brother VK on the left, and YZ on the right showing how reluctant he was to be in the picture? lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgQisXpI/AAAAAAAAArs/aw288KLRl_Y/s1600-h/P1010868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492905791938194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgQisXpI/AAAAAAAAArs/aw288KLRl_Y/s320/P1010868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mao, pointing at the float that she wanted to use in the water world. well, which one is nicer? i will never use any of them !!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HggisXqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/LcyXPMyX4X4/s1600-h/P1010867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492910086905506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HggisXqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/LcyXPMyX4X4/s320/P1010867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mao, posing with the elephant which obviously didn't give a damn to pose for the shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgwisXrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/M9aly_d5sGM/s1600-h/P1010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151492914381872818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33HgwisXrI/AAAAAAAAAr8/M9aly_d5sGM/s320/P1010866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, it comes a little too late. WELCOME TO A'FAMOSA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to melaka for dinner at night. It's a 45 mins drive from Alor Gajah. We parted in Melaka as i couldn't find my way to Jalan Hang Tuah. xhui, mao wiven and Kar were having satay celup there while cheahao, YZ me and my bro were going to jonker street to grab a bite. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIQisXiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AQfDEKriEeo/s1600-h/P1010891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151491393963449890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIQisXiI/AAAAAAAAAq0/AQfDEKriEeo/s320/P1010891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the waffle hotdog. have you ever tried it? i don't think you will get it anywhere else! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DfwisXgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_UvS8-KQM_A/s1600-h/P1010896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488499155492354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DfwisXgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_UvS8-KQM_A/s320/P1010896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melaka has always renowned for its popiah. here it is, the popiah without ground nuts in it! huhu!!! just nice for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DgAisXhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KtZbJTAHMs0/s1600-h/P1010892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488503450459666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DgAisXhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KtZbJTAHMs0/s320/P1010892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chea hao was trying out the waffle hotdog. it looks great doesn't it? and it taste great as well !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIgisXjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hL1XcYHLDdU/s1600-h/P1010890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151491398258417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIgisXjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hL1XcYHLDdU/s320/P1010890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our dinner at the "Gu Cheng Ji Fan Li". As you can see, that's the local chicken rice ball !&lt;br /&gt;i asked the waitress a silly question " shall we mash the rice or just eat it the way it is (just bite off the ball-like rice)?"&lt;br /&gt;Chea Hao then said " you can just order the normal chicken rice if you wanna mash it! " lol.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ME!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIwisXkI/AAAAAAAAArE/qu9hOuZJlCk/s1600-h/P1010879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151491402553384514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GIwisXkI/AAAAAAAAArE/qu9hOuZJlCk/s320/P1010879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My younger brother and Cheahao. you can see me taking the picture from the reflection in the mirror. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GJAisXlI/AAAAAAAAArM/V-TrHip1jWk/s1600-h/P1010875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151491406848351826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33GJAisXlI/AAAAAAAAArM/V-TrHip1jWk/s320/P1010875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the shops in Jonker Street which i thought worth taking the picture for its design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DegisXdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/K_Z7SDqVmaY/s1600-h/P1010922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488477680655826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DegisXdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/K_Z7SDqVmaY/s320/P1010922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way back to the villa, after YZ had ignored the traffic light and sped all the way just to get the garage before Wiven. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DewisXeI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6TI3fOYifTg/s1600-h/P1010915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488481975623138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DewisXeI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6TI3fOYifTg/s320/P1010915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped by halfway when we saw the ferris wheels. we have an "Eye On Malaysia" in Kuala Lumpur, and a miniature in Melaka which i called it "Eye On Melaka". lol. YZ and i camwhoring in front of the ferris wheels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DfgisXfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Df0FQaIjQtU/s1600-h/P1010914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488494860525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33DfgisXfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Df0FQaIjQtU/s320/P1010914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Mao. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the safari the next morning after the not-so-great-breakfast which was included in our package. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BWwisXYI/AAAAAAAAApk/kMtju5JB4q4/s1600-h/P1010939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486145513414018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BWwisXYI/AAAAAAAAApk/kMtju5JB4q4/s320/P1010939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The racoon !!! i remembered Matt telling me that racoon is originally from north America when i told him we have it in Malaysia. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BXQisXZI/AAAAAAAAAps/1cPOa9yCdzg/s1600-h/P1010937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486154103348626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BXQisXZI/AAAAAAAAAps/1cPOa9yCdzg/s320/P1010937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The goat was trying to kiss me !!!! omg!!!! No!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BXgisXaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Bsp-6KezMAs/s1600-h/P1010932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486158398315938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BXgisXaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Bsp-6KezMAs/s320/P1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The elephant which was good at showing off himself in the animal show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BYAisXbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xNhLIoqVweM/s1600-h/P1010928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486166988250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BYAisXbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/xNhLIoqVweM/s320/P1010928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xhui, a close-up picture just for you ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BYgisXcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/4ZdpRJ4Ibso/s1600-h/P1010924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486175578185154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33BYgisXcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/4ZdpRJ4Ibso/s320/P1010924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the left : xhui, kar me and YZ. i sat bolted upright and looked like geek! sorry~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trip came to an end after the lunch in Melaka on the 31st of December. it's a trip for us before 2008 hits the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy new year everyone !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-360184356642709344?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/360184356642709344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=360184356642709344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/360184356642709344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/360184356642709344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2008/01/famosa-trip.html' title='A famosa trip'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R33I3QisXsI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P8oEalAuhp8/s72-c/P1010864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3249271838906759970</id><published>2007-12-21T15:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:39:51.143+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Penang, Langkawi and Ipoh</title><content type='html'>sorry for not updating my blog for quite some while. i have been pretty caught up with life back in malaysia. After spending three days with family at home in Johor, i went to KL to meet up with friends. Chea hao, Mun ee, Kar, Wiven and June were those i have seen. i stayed three days in KL before coming home and spent the next five days at home before going to KL again on friday to watch Kar's performance in her Uni's annual event "Friday Night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, which was five days ago, i went on a vacation to Penang, Langkawi and Ipoh. Lots of local cuisine like char koay teow and prawn noodle in penang, ipoh hor fun in ipoh, and yadda yadda yadda, nice beaches in Langkawi (actually not that nice if compared to the one in aus :(, the sea water still made my body itched). Undeniably, i had a great time with mates and we just spent the fabulous five days together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't have any pictures of those delicious cuisine with me. actually i just don't want to post them up as not to upset my dear friends in the UK or some other countries. blek!!!! the food can really be nostalgic!!! wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures taken on the way to langkawi and in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOdwisXTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rD1uyED6h3s/s1600-h/P1010705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434009842867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOdwisXTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rD1uyED6h3s/s320/P1010705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was bored sitting in the ferry for four consecutive hours. it's a torture!!!! People were puking and stuff made the smells in the ferry uprigth unbearable!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOeQisXUI/AAAAAAAAApE/AKDdKIU3X1E/s1600-h/P1010704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434018432802114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOeQisXUI/AAAAAAAAApE/AKDdKIU3X1E/s320/P1010704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't footsie me Sam, i am shy !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOegisXVI/AAAAAAAAApM/ay5d3UbeSRk/s1600-h/P1010693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434022727769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOegisXVI/AAAAAAAAApM/ay5d3UbeSRk/s320/P1010693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is she cool? she was smiling, who had that magic power to make her smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOfAisXWI/AAAAAAAAApU/p4suVft6cRw/s1600-h/P1010692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434031317704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOfAisXWI/AAAAAAAAApU/p4suVft6cRw/s320/P1010692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, i look better! anyway, Sam should be credited for this picture. Now you can tell how boring it had been to be in the ferry all the way to langkawi from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOfgisXXI/AAAAAAAAApc/joYFuo0emvo/s1600-h/P1010684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146434039907638642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOfgisXXI/AAAAAAAAApc/joYFuo0emvo/s320/P1010684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, we should go for sunnies ads! any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLVgisXOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Msa9Lelwrj8/s1600-h/P1010770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146430569574063330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLVgisXOI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Msa9Lelwrj8/s320/P1010770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The crocodile cave (gua buaya in malay). Well, the name can be deceiving, there wasn't any crocodile inside, its just a normal cave but an unusual rock structure after being weathered and eroded for hundreds years (too much geology!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWAisXPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/seMViKwm3nM/s1600-h/P1010750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146430578163997938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWAisXPI/AAAAAAAAAoc/seMViKwm3nM/s320/P1010750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWQisXQI/AAAAAAAAAok/1CTNmSJBI_0/s1600-h/P1010747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146430582458965250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWQisXQI/AAAAAAAAAok/1CTNmSJBI_0/s320/P1010747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the eagles were just fabulous. Sam said she wants to be an eagle if given the chance and i know why is that now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWgisXRI/AAAAAAAAAos/qCbluws3K6g/s1600-h/P1010731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146430586753932562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLWgisXRI/AAAAAAAAAos/qCbluws3K6g/s320/P1010731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camwhoring on the speed boat. the speed boat guy, Sun, Sam and me!&lt;br /&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLXAisXSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zd1N5iXu-yI/s1600-h/P1010723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146430595343867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vLXAisXSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zd1N5iXu-yI/s320/P1010723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stop pulling that off me. it's causing me so much pain ..... :( .......lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGDwisXJI/AAAAAAAAAns/8_T-Bd0LPew/s1600-h/P1010776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146284029584891026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGDwisXJI/AAAAAAAAAns/8_T-Bd0LPew/s320/P1010776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, not sure what's that. sorry i wasn't paying attention. it's just too hot i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEQisXKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZrN1fXRbnHQ/s1600-h/P1010774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146284038174825634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEQisXKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ZrN1fXRbnHQ/s320/P1010774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the stingray!!!!!!!!!! it's so cute. i think the crocodile hunter was just unlucky to be stung by the stingray! seriously, so unlucky!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEgisXLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OLCHisyU3hg/s1600-h/P1010773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146284042469792946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEgisXLI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OLCHisyU3hg/s320/P1010773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wow, i just like this picture!!!!!!! it's just nice, isn't it? so professional !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEwisXMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Oy1o2jZKyw0/s1600-h/P1010772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146284046764760258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGEwisXMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Oy1o2jZKyw0/s320/P1010772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; row row row your boat....they were exhausted and couldnt be bothered to row forward anymore! so sad~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tGHAisXNI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fis_VMhDWNI/s1600-h/P1010769.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEiwisXEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/kTaBGOTbPDs/s1600-h/P1010800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146282363137580098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEiwisXEI/AAAAAAAAAnE/kTaBGOTbPDs/s320/P1010800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sun, the model for Colgate advertisement. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjAisXFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ckv623FqIis/s1600-h/P1010794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146282367432547410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjAisXFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Ckv623FqIis/s320/P1010794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karmen and Wiven. the loving couple. Karmen was about to drink the water AGAIN when the picture was taken. Karmen, the waterdam????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjQisXGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o2eLFg3uUSI/s1600-h/P1010791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146282371727514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjQisXGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o2eLFg3uUSI/s320/P1010791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am so in love with rocks. lol. it reminded me of the story "what would you do when you are left alone in the isolated island and there is noone else?" ...." i will have sex with the animals on the island!"....lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjwisXHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Q890hsSPG-k/s1600-h/P1010790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146282380317449330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEjwisXHI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Q890hsSPG-k/s320/P1010790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, just a picture.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEkAisXII/AAAAAAAAAnk/zMtw4VYGNrY/s1600-h/P1010778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146282384612416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tEkAisXII/AAAAAAAAAnk/zMtw4VYGNrY/s320/P1010778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the young boy that showed us around the fish farm. He is good for that age. Actually it will be so much fun to be able to work in a fish farm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDIgisW_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Hrx5Eutwh8A/s1600-h/P1010826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280812654386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDIgisW_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/Hrx5Eutwh8A/s320/P1010826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aha, karmen and me. it's almost sunset. i should have worn a swimming trunk for the picture. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJAisXAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jLRvB26Fswc/s1600-h/P1010816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280821244320770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJAisXAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/jLRvB26Fswc/s320/P1010816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the group picture. too bad Gilbert (the guy on the right at the back) didn't have his sunnies that he had to do one with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJQisXBI/AAAAAAAAAms/-66G5McfZxc/s1600-h/P1010811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280825539288082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJQisXBI/AAAAAAAAAms/-66G5McfZxc/s320/P1010811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the "baywatch" picture according to Sun. wow, sam, you will be famous soon !!!!!!!!!! Don&lt;br /&gt;'t forget that i took the picture once you become famous. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJgisXCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cRPZnVqqY-w/s1600-h/P1010810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280829834255394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJgisXCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/cRPZnVqqY-w/s320/P1010810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love this picture. so romantic and they just had their way to be expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJwisXDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/HXdnMYU7Vl8/s1600-h/P1010804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146280834129222706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2tDJwisXDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/HXdnMYU7Vl8/s320/P1010804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanjung Ryu beach. It's believed to be the prettiest beach in Langkawi. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trip ended after the visit to Ipoh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A short break to elsewhere with your mates is definitely worthy when you really have had a great time with them. You get to get together after a year not seeing each other and go back to your old life when you were with them. It helps bring up all the memories and you will just feel that "i am really getting older" when you said lots and lots of " i used to......"... 20 is on its way, and my last teenage year is going to end soon !!!! enjoy it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3249271838906759970?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3249271838906759970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3249271838906759970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3249271838906759970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3249271838906759970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/12/penang-langkawi-and-ipoh.html' title='Penang, Langkawi and Ipoh'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R2vOdwisXTI/AAAAAAAAAo8/rD1uyED6h3s/s72-c/P1010705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-1338490320014494309</id><published>2007-12-07T13:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:44:57.701+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The purplish home</title><content type='html'>i feel guilty not having my house involved in my blog. My dad decided to repaint it last year a week or two before i went to Australia. So, the previous "white-house" turned into the purplish house, a wonderland that i am enjoying to bits at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5bPJRixI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XK_eR8xZgzk/s1600-h/P1010654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5bPJRixI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XK_eR8xZgzk/s320/P1010654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062852216458002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, the purplish house, with light brownish pillar withstanding the whole not-so-heavy-weighted family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5b_JRiyI/AAAAAAAAAls/pR3jgiL3MFY/s1600-h/P1010652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5b_JRiyI/AAAAAAAAAls/pR3jgiL3MFY/s320/P1010652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062865101359906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front view. My grandma is having a minor backache so the plants are not so well taken care of. hehe. but they still look nice nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1jA6_JRi3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Hs26siUSqE0/s1600-h/P1010653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1jA6_JRi3I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Hs26siUSqE0/s320/P1010653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141071094258699122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look for the unit number. It's 47. I was amazed by myself when i could fill in the complete mailing address as requested in the airport despite the fact that i left home when i was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5cPJRizI/AAAAAAAAAl0/90hfthAMwBI/s1600-h/P1010655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5cPJRizI/AAAAAAAAAl0/90hfthAMwBI/s320/P1010655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062869396327218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeah, my little blackie. Always my favourite, my lifetime beloved. Have been driving him for the past few days to hone my already excellent skill. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5cvJRi0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/5MCUz2ZvUgU/s1600-h/P1010651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5cvJRi0I/AAAAAAAAAl8/5MCUz2ZvUgU/s320/P1010651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062877986261826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, her name is just simply "girl girl". her brother was dead last year so she looked a little bit lonely ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5c_JRi1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/CJAlGx_jEFg/s1600-h/P1010658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5c_JRi1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/CJAlGx_jEFg/s320/P1010658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062882281229138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've missed the mooncake festival. we used to hang out on the little ceramic table pretty often. It doesn't come in handy as the raining season has started to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i6h_JRi2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/618k1aaLMTU/s1600-h/P1010657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i6h_JRi2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/618k1aaLMTU/s320/P1010657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141064067692202850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The motorbike. Despite the fact that i don't have my motorbike driving license, i ride on it pretty often. i started riding motorbike since i was 13 years old, so my skill is never an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, going to meet up with my friends later. i will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-1338490320014494309?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/1338490320014494309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=1338490320014494309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1338490320014494309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/1338490320014494309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/12/purplish-home.html' title='The purplish home'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1i5bPJRixI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XK_eR8xZgzk/s72-c/P1010654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-947232173276022133</id><published>2007-12-06T02:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:29:41.284+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>i am home, yeah finally, after spending 9 hours on Jetstar JQ65, two movies and a power nap and babbling non-stop to Jason for the rest of the time. I was late checking out and my parents (surprisingly my elder brother as well) were waiting for me outside the arrival hall. Oh yeh, i was in my dad's new car for the first time. and it'd certainly feel better if i can steer it but who will ever trust me after the 10-months-gap of not driving at all. sigh~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Malaysia, back to my home, to my family, friends,  my bedroom and the queen size bed.&lt;br /&gt;And of course all the most-missed malaysian cuisine. I am also back to the reality, back to see all the people i have been seeing for the past 18 years. no more blonde hair, no more blue eyes, and no more aussies who speak with the speed of lightning.  Turned on mix fm, but switched to my fm after a few minutes. Afterall, it'd been with me all the time when i was in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6am this morning due to the jetlag i was suffering. It certainly felt like a long day with so little sleep and the exhaustion caused by carrying my bossy nephew all the time. yeah, it's really good to have a baby at home. :) Had a long chat with my mum when i was driving her to melaka this afternoon. No changes have had taken place on her in the past ten months, she is still her, the lovely and caring mum. But my dad has changed a lot, still the stern-looking dad, but with a pang of cuteness in him when he played around with his newborn grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet  connection could not have gotten any crappier. it gets disconnected all the time, and worse still, i couldn't get to access to it sometimes. So i will update you more with my current life in Malaysia soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1a9-vJRiwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nywpl8onUok/s1600-h/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1a9-vJRiwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nywpl8onUok/s320/P1010646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504910194903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh cutie pie ! holding his pacifier as if i am going to grab it from him. lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1a9k_JRivI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YGtH-jIVheE/s1600-h/P1010645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1a9k_JRivI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YGtH-jIVheE/s320/P1010645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504467813272306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yeah, everyone says he looks like me. well, you can tell the resemblance from this picture, can't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-947232173276022133?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/947232173276022133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=947232173276022133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/947232173276022133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/947232173276022133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R1a9-vJRiwI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nywpl8onUok/s72-c/P1010646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6759569161626352144</id><published>2007-11-28T11:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:04:27.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that i hate geology and all the rock-studies, i went for rock climbing yesterday. lol. To be honest, i have had so much fun and it seems to me that second visit is indeed inevitable!!! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy7ee7KOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TwNGsVYQz5A/s1600-h/P1010603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137678009787689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy7ee7KOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TwNGsVYQz5A/s320/P1010603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Different kind of walls designed for different level of climber. Obviously the wall above is not meant for beginner like me. but well, i will handle it soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy8Oe7KPI/AAAAAAAAAks/dNKLlIzAzhk/s1600-h/P1010602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137678022672591090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy8Oe7KPI/AAAAAAAAAks/dNKLlIzAzhk/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i actually wonder how much it'd cost to build all them. But meh, not that i wanna build one at my place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy8ue7KQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gkeu9dv3Izg/s1600-h/P1010605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137678031262525698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy8ue7KQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gkeu9dv3Izg/s320/P1010605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the last one i tried for the day. i failed thrice before i got to the top of the wall. it'd be less harder if i were taller!!! lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy9-e7KRI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sg2XQraqbLY/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137678052737362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy9-e7KRI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sg2XQraqbLY/s320/P1010606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, this extrusion part was the one given me a really hard time ! i used up all my strength to hold on to it and finished my session due to the exhaustion afterwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy-ee7KSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fNg8tOkT1co/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137678061327296802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy-ee7KSI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fNg8tOkT1co/s320/P1010608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where is the rope? haha, nah, i was not climbing when the picture was taken by Peter. i was just posing for the picture. ok here is the problem, it requires two people to work together -a climber and a belayer. So there is no free hands to take the picture :(. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0y86Oe7KTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dc4BEYxD0BM/s1600-h/P1010609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137688983429130546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0y86Oe7KTI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dc4BEYxD0BM/s320/P1010609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, i scratched and hurt my knees during the session. i should have worn a longer pants but i was silly enough not to. but hey, that's my first time, i am smarter now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just fun. dai bo, let's go rock climbing when i am back in malaysia!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6759569161626352144?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6759569161626352144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6759569161626352144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6759569161626352144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6759569161626352144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/rock-climbing.html' title='Rock Climbing'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0yy7ee7KOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TwNGsVYQz5A/s72-c/P1010603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3067915859650876323</id><published>2007-11-26T12:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:18:27.053+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice said goodbye to Australia</title><content type='html'>Alice is going back to Hong Kong. She is my ex co-worker when i was working as a waiter. I had a farewell breakfast (yeah i know, farewell breakfast is just weird) this morning at the Jet in QVB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojsue7KNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-_00AxI-9rA/s1600-h/P1010590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957576268425426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojsue7KNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-_00AxI-9rA/s320/P1010590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She decided to have the dessert-like breakfast - chocolate with passion fruit as fillings. Erm, girls always like sweet stuff, can never bring myself to have sweet stuff for breaky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojsOe7KMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HDYHOJZoaa0/s1600-h/P1010594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957567678490818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojsOe7KMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/HDYHOJZoaa0/s320/P1010594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Latte, my all time favourite. Steven once told me not to add sugar to my coffee, it's bad and doesn't taste nice. I habituated myself and have my coffee without sugar since then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojr-e7KLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JzCFHhilBhA/s1600-h/P1010595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957563383523506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojr-e7KLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JzCFHhilBhA/s320/P1010595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're so gonna miss this face of mine Alice. lol. She always calls me "sei zai" or "sui zai" like how she called her younger brother which is at my age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojree7KKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/pPP8npyQmWU/s1600-h/P1010591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957554793588898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojree7KKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/pPP8npyQmWU/s320/P1010591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta daaaaa!!!! According to Alice, it tastes nice, well, it sure does for a chocolate lover! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojq-e7KJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S4SgHnIWy2c/s1600-h/P1010599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136957546203654290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojq-e7KJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S4SgHnIWy2c/s320/P1010599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guy sitting next to us obliged and helped us with the picture. Ok, i will call you when i go to Hong Kong, make sure you spare some time showing me around!! And you are kind enough to not laughed at my funny cantonese! thanks! haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giving Alice a hug and saying good-bye to her has made me realised that there have been so many people walked in and out of my life. i have kinda gotten used to it and that doesn't bother me at all. Or maybe subconsciously, it does bother me but it's not significant. As people walk in, they will eventually walk out of your life. The good thing is, the memories remain, and burnt into your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking in and out is fine, but never walk away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3067915859650876323?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3067915859650876323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3067915859650876323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3067915859650876323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3067915859650876323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/alice-said-goodbye-to-australia.html' title='Alice said goodbye to Australia'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0ojsue7KNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-_00AxI-9rA/s72-c/P1010590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6449669591437362914</id><published>2007-11-24T12:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:59:56.455+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Out to Kings X with JG (Jia Jie)</title><content type='html'>JG has been in Sydney for days, and it's only yesterday we decided to catch up before he is flying back to NZ at 6pm today! We were initially plannning to have dinner together but JG got stuck in the middle of something that's why we met up after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JG still looked the same like what i saw two years ago. So, there's no hard time recognizing each other. We caught a bus instead of walked all the way there which is quite exhausting to be honest. After much failed persuasion by the guys working in the strip clubs, we decided to settle in a NORMAL club where you can actually drink and dance but not seeing people dancing, naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136209023598274674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d65Oe7KHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hxfElXsPpdU/s320/P1010584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JG started to feel tipsy and dizzy. Still a great smile though :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5que7KCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OF1lBY-Shas/s1600-h/P1010574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136207674978543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5que7KCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OF1lBY-Shas/s320/P1010574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Redbull Vodka, yeah to keep you awake when you are drunk, that's the whole point of it! exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5q-e7KDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y-5ILiw7FcY/s1600-h/P1010576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136207679273510962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5q-e7KDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y-5ILiw7FcY/s320/P1010576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah yeah, bottoms up JG!!!! go go!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5ree7KFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/oC5evu6E73o/s1600-h/P1010578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136207687863445586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5ree7KFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/oC5evu6E73o/s320/P1010578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheers! Corona after the tequila shots! so what the tequila shot is like ? sorry i didn't have a picture of it. Firse lick the salt, then gush down the tequila shot, and suck in the lime. it's supposed to have a strong effect, but it depends on your alcohol tolerance really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5r-e7KGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gqoXKRwYYFA/s1600-h/P1010579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136207696453380194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5r-e7KGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gqoXKRwYYFA/s320/P1010579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yeh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5rOe7KEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FfPt4Dz7OWY/s1600-h/P1010577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136207683568478274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d5rOe7KEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FfPt4Dz7OWY/s320/P1010577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the wasted Jason? wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d65ue7KII/AAAAAAAAAj0/cNfpSCVx78w/s1600-h/P1010581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136209032188209282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d65ue7KII/AAAAAAAAAj0/cNfpSCVx78w/s320/P1010581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok the exposure lighting is just toooooo high!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was in the toilet for a leak and going to wash my hands when i bumped into this two aussie guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"don't wash your hands!" One of the taller guy said to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"why?" i asked, looking puzzled and afraid that they were going to pick a fight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"if you want the chick to suck your dick, don't wash your hands! " he then continued. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"oh ok, but i am that horny tonight!you can have them all!" i turned on the water tap and washed my hands, and we both just laughed out loud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope you enjoyed your night JG. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6449669591437362914?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6449669591437362914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6449669591437362914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6449669591437362914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6449669591437362914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-out-to-kings-x-with-jg-jia-jie.html' title='A Night Out to Kings X with JG (Jia Jie)'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0d65Oe7KHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hxfElXsPpdU/s72-c/P1010584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-337112729127763728</id><published>2007-11-21T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:38:17.257+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna Park</title><content type='html'>Slipping away from my revision for Geology on a Sunday morning three days before my Geology final exam is defintely something i would do. yeap, i did it two years ago, went to the fun fair in One U two days before my SPM exam. haha. Actually, as my friend said, "the iniquity of it just makes you feel more exciting", and that's so true when the the trip to Luna Park with Sherene and Jason had made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QDJee7JyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kwSK-MBGlTk/s1600-h/P1010517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135232936445683490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QDJee7JyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kwSK-MBGlTk/s320/P1010517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE8ue7JzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8EBqvFBoyYo/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135234916425606962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE8ue7JzI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8EBqvFBoyYo/s320/P1010521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luna Park is situated on the bay of North Sydney. Thus one can see the Opera House and Harbour Bridge from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE9ee7J0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/RVPE3lNrGo8/s1600-h/P1010519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135234929310508866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE9ee7J0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/RVPE3lNrGo8/s320/P1010519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The way lead to my fairytale land. But wth, they just made the entrance less appealing by putting that creepy "clown" to welcome you. I think they should just put my picture instead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE9ue7J1I/AAAAAAAAAhc/o41WQYcnmUw/s1600-h/P1010523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135234933605476178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE9ue7J1I/AAAAAAAAAhc/o41WQYcnmUw/s320/P1010523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeap, it's Optus Family Day. Sherene is working in Optus, that's why i got to join the family day (huh, family day????? relax, not the father-mother-and-children kind of family day that was inteded for me and sherene and jason, we are "sibling", not blood-related of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE_Oe7J2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/x_Jcw7cTOO8/s1600-h/P1010524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135234959375279970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE_Oe7J2I/AAAAAAAAAhk/x_Jcw7cTOO8/s320/P1010524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First thing to do, study the map just in case we lost our way. i couldn't be bothered much though, i got away from my Geology revision and i'd still have to study map in Luna Park? NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQbee7J-I/AAAAAAAAAik/sXs4q994vjs/s1600-h/P1010546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135247539334490082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQbee7J-I/AAAAAAAAAik/sXs4q994vjs/s320/P1010546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The magic mirror. (the whole point of it was to show my legs (ok, sherene's as well). The mirror was supposed to make you feel horizontally challenged, but why did i still look the same? T.T well, i think i'd need a better one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQbOe7J9I/AAAAAAAAAic/gG6PMT9iUiU/s1600-h/P1010545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135247535039522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQbOe7J9I/AAAAAAAAAic/gG6PMT9iUiU/s320/P1010545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone was so happy. but i think the "clown?" (seriously i don't know what they are called) were crying inside, the weather was just too hot!!! Actually i felt like hugging them, but i am too old to do that. The hugs were meant for the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE_ue7J3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Md-SGTZywNY/s1600-h/P1010525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135234967965214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QE_ue7J3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Md-SGTZywNY/s320/P1010525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's lunch time!!!! Ham and cheese sandwich, an apple, and a packet of orange juice. well, we always go for healthy food (because it's the peak season for pimples, all the stress and deprivation of sleep). lol. Sherene and Jason. i think the apple is was too sour that Sherene had that expression on her face. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQb-e7J_I/AAAAAAAAAis/i6TU2pqTgAo/s1600-h/P1010548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135247547924424690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQb-e7J_I/AAAAAAAAAis/i6TU2pqTgAo/s320/P1010548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okok, it's time to camwhore! You couldn't blame me, the queue was just too long and we had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQcue7KAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oH-0mbaX72Y/s1600-h/P1010551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135247560809326594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQcue7KAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oH-0mbaX72Y/s320/P1010551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was wondering if they were girls or guys. But either way, the one in orange dress with pinkish hair took advantage on me!!!!! and have a close-up look, there is a litttle tiny hand grabbing on Jason's leg. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. i might have a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQdOe7KBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4KYWX82n-yI/s1600-h/P1010553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135247569399261202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QQdOe7KBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/4KYWX82n-yI/s320/P1010553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why was i doing that supposed-to-be-funny-but-obviously-it-is-not look? well, we were waiting for the merry-go-round when the cardboard captain hinted us that we are way too old for the merry-go-round. Looking around, they were all kids and parents in the queue that we decided to leave. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QNzee7J4I/AAAAAAAAAh0/liv3OHIRsJE/s1600-h/P1010531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135244653116467074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QNzee7J4I/AAAAAAAAAh0/liv3OHIRsJE/s320/P1010531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, Sherene's hat. and i didn't wear blusher!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QNz-e7J5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nIR-UPLHpEw/s1600-h/P1010536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135244661706401682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QNz-e7J5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/nIR-UPLHpEw/s320/P1010536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not even 130cm? sadness man! i thought i am 180cm!!!! T.T. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN0ee7J6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/5KjlZHZd1X4/s1600-h/P1010539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135244670296336290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN0ee7J6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/5KjlZHZd1X4/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stop tip-toeing Sherene. You need a pair of high heels. erm, i think 3 inches should be enough, or you will be taller than me :-(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN1-e7J7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/AWxAuh4oH0g/s1600-h/P1010541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135244696066140082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN1-e7J7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/AWxAuh4oH0g/s320/P1010541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeh, my Diesel and Sherene's Adidas. sorry guys, Sherene's legs are not as hairy as mine. i had just straightened mine but it's such a failure again (for those who know what i am saying). lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN2ee7J8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/wwg8dDyObMo/s1600-h/P1010542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135244704656074690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QN2ee7J8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/wwg8dDyObMo/s320/P1010542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok i will use this picture of mine to end the post. Haven't been updating much pictures of my life in my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luna Park is not as massive as the theme park in Genting Highland. and of course less fun you could actually get from there. However, it just gave me a kind of satisfaction when i looked at all the parents and kids having their fun moments together in the family day. i have never had my family day (in this case i meant with my parents and siblings) since i was a kid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It actually made me looking forward to my "future" family days, i promised myself i will definitely give my children the best family day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-337112729127763728?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/337112729127763728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=337112729127763728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/337112729127763728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/337112729127763728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/luna-park.html' title='Luna Park'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/R0QDJee7JyI/AAAAAAAAAhE/kwSK-MBGlTk/s72-c/P1010517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-859027536661734417</id><published>2007-11-12T18:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:00:23.729+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>The making of qing hua ci</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9xJW-o9FlQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9xJW-o9FlQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While burying my head in the piles of notes preparing for the exams, there certianly must be some entertainment to de-stress myself. and yeah, you know me well, i started singing more than often! Plus niao ren (the guitarist) sent me the acoustical version of "qing hua ci", so i tried to sing along with it and record it down. Simultaneously, my roommate Jason was recording the the scene when i was trying to record my second attempt of singing that song. It's pretty dumb though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload the complete version of the qing hua ci which i will be recording soon when i am done :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon to keep my blog alive after the exam! stay happy everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-859027536661734417?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/859027536661734417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=859027536661734417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/859027536661734417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/859027536661734417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/untitled.html' title='The making of qing hua ci'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7126390598245929318</id><published>2007-11-03T14:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:42:15.834+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest'/><title type='text'>Guest: Big Breakfast</title><content type='html'>After the first guest post by me earlier, I'm here again to post something. Blame Shane for not updating the blog frequently, he's out there busy flirting =)&lt;br /&gt;Stuvac has started since a few days ago, and so we decided it is time for us to start cooking again. The first day wasn't anything special though, however for some unknown reasons Shane thought that we needed a bigger breakfast (actually it is brunch instead) today, and thus the title of the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Ryvr6tHV-0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/hzPgdUEz27o/s1600-h/03112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Ryvr6tHV-0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/hzPgdUEz27o/s320/03112007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128451994466777922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our breakfast set with: 2 sausages, 1 bacon, 4 slices of bread (8 slices of french toast), sauteed mushroom and last but not least Earl Grey Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated price if you have this outside according to shane: AUD$20 for everything including the Earl Grey Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the menu for today's brunch, whats next for dinner =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-7126390598245929318?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7126390598245929318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7126390598245929318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7126390598245929318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7126390598245929318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/11/guest-big-breakfast.html' title='Guest: Big Breakfast'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Ryvr6tHV-0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/hzPgdUEz27o/s72-c/03112007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6069157817258390660</id><published>2007-10-28T11:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:09:18.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than rejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RyPozNHV-zI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LOVh4YBO7TI/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126196767269190450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RyPozNHV-zI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LOVh4YBO7TI/s320/wrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was on the phone with my friend Shirley and she was all maudlin and sounding so upset. I knew she was going to tell me something that had caused the depression (maybe you might think depression is too strong of a word, not until you know the whole story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after routinely talking about what's happening in life and bla bla bla, it's finally come to the story time, and i had already prepared myself to give a counselling session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i went to a club in Darling Harbour on a friday night, and i was with a friend of mine when i noticed this guy who happened to stare at me when i looked towards his direction. it came from my sixth sense that he is a hong kong guy &lt;em&gt;(shirley has always wanted to date an asian guy who can speak cantonese, well, mandarin is a bonus afterall).&lt;/em&gt; I thought there was some spark going on between us thus i mustered up all my courage and set myself ready to pick him up. i marched forward towards him and started to ask if i can get him a drink. Here comes the highlight of the story!!! i was totally petrified when he started talking to me with his "girly voice"&lt;br /&gt;"oh no thanks, i already have one. you meet my bf, bla bla". i was too embarassed to just walk away, so i tried to keep up with the conversation with him while my heart was bleeding profusely! " Shirley told me the whole story and to be honest, i could feel her pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the deal, her first time (picking up guy in this case) in Sydney has been given to the wrong guy, and obviously the dream of i-will-eventually-get-a-nice-guy-when-i-least-expect-it has been shattered and left her all in a trauma ! i think that'd be a stark nightmare for the all the girls whose gaydars are never working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley has then developed a tentative phobia towards guys and think that all the guys she saw or sees are gays. How sad could that be? i could really imagine how the hong kong guy had given her a rough time which i believe wouldn't be compensated in a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, who could be blamed? The diversity of sexuality has made the world colourful yet simultaneously made the world more complicated and unpredictable. You will never know when is it going to hit on you and how well you can handle it. Afterall, it's not only the case of straight girls going for gay guys, it also involves gay guys going for straight guys or straight guys going for gay girls. It's an endless cycle that you have to be prepared to get involved with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fabulous is it if someone can ever come up with a radar that can tell you whether a guy or a girl is straight or gay. There wouldn't be so much pain for the all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i came across an interesting phrase used to serve as rejection " oh sorry, it's not you, you're great, but it's your pussy, i like c***." (sorry for the vulgarity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it's worse than a rejection !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6069157817258390660?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6069157817258390660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6069157817258390660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6069157817258390660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6069157817258390660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/10/worse-than-rejection.html' title='Worse than rejection'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RyPozNHV-zI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LOVh4YBO7TI/s72-c/wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3020669836319745805</id><published>2007-10-24T17:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:49:54.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why i am not a good student</title><content type='html'>ok, here to do some quick update~the problem with me here is that i rarely have the mood to blog (only recently), but i promise i will get my ass back here in a bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, inspired by Attiya (my coursemate), i am here to reveal the reasons why i am not a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i skipped my lectures (pretty much). but well i have a good reason for it, i did my assignments at that skipped lecture hours!!! convincing enough?haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i fell in love with my lecturer (according to Tiya, i am just so gone, hahha). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i sometimes text during my lectures! eh, lots of people out there actually do this as well! i am good enough to not fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i actually bring a small pillow to uni, if i ever happen to remember to put my pillow into my school bag. (well, i have a say on it! i am kind enough to consider bringing it just to lend it to my friends who happen  to need it at times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i wear flipflops and surf pants to uni and look so much like i am going to the beach. well, there is a beach near my uni though! haha..(its spring anyway, and it feels like summer, that's a way to cool myself down!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) (according to Jason) i printed all my lecture notes all at once right before exams! T.T ( it has just happened once or twice, i am sure, erm....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i am such a vice that i play influence on my friends not to go to lectures!! (well, that's not my fault though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i like mondays as i have completed 20% of uni days for a week. that's the way i think and am starting to look forward to the weeekends right on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i love my laptop so much more than i love my books! (well, i have to study online as well! that's why. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) (according to Mic,) Good students care about lots of little tiny things, but i care none of them. (wow, this has best described everything with me). lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, thats about it. there are only 10 of them, not too many really! So i am still partially a good student!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3020669836319745805?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3020669836319745805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3020669836319745805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3020669836319745805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3020669836319745805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-reasons-why-i-am-not-good-student.html' title='10 reasons why i am not a good student'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-567105561445609290</id><published>2007-10-13T11:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:57:20.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RxAeHk9g6ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NiGhMv5aUU0/s1600-h/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120625891849857426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RxAeHk9g6ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NiGhMv5aUU0/s320/wallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't simply open my bag without my consent!" that has become the over-used phrase fo girls when it comes to guys trying to open their bags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys are always not allowed to rummage girls' bags or handbags. The reason of that is well understood. Yeah, you might find a packet of &lt;em&gt;pad&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;tampon (&lt;/em&gt;thanks to Sherene, i have finally managed the difference between them, haha)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;inside the bags which they seem apparantly not to be willing to be seen, albeit that's so common among girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls have their personal item which they don't want to be seen in their bags. what about guys? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If girls bring their pad or tampon with them all the time, then i'd say guys bring their condoms with them all the time. It's put inside the wallet in this case~! Well, i am not sure how many of us guys will actually put the condom in the wallet and bring it with us everyday. It's not exaggerated if i say there are 5 out of 10 guys will actually do that. Well not that i am advocating one night stand, but it's for the sake of safety!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, having the condoms put inside the wallet is easy, but to buy the condoms is actually the tough part, for the first time at least! My friend Stev was telling me about his first experience buying condoms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Actually to minimize the awkwardness, i should have bought something else besides condoms. but i didn't. So when i paid, the cashier went like this " do you need a plastic?" and i was like "oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes?" " he was telling me about that and i couldn't stop laughing imagining how awkward the situation was! It's hilarious to think that if he refused the plastic bag, he has to carry the pack of condoms around IN THE CITY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story has actually traced  me back to last year when i was of legal age to actually go into "&lt;em&gt;i need house"&lt;/em&gt; ( something like an adult shop). i was walking in with weechean, and i was asked to show my ID, it's nothing at all to show my id, but the embarassment was unbearable! i am sure the girl might have thought that i am still "growing" and it's way too early to use a condom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, practise makes perfect ( aw, it sounded so wrong to put in this way), you will find buying condoms is nothing more than like buying candies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a bigger wallet guys!!!&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/18855830-567105561445609290?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/567105561445609290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=567105561445609290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/567105561445609290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/567105561445609290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/10/inside-wallet.html' title='Inside the wallet'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RxAeHk9g6ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NiGhMv5aUU0/s72-c/wallet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-7585332025173406260</id><published>2007-10-12T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:28:50.088+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Realisations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rw8wM09g6YI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kyjtWzR_s2U/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120364298276759938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rw8wM09g6YI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kyjtWzR_s2U/s320/edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rw8v-09g6XI/AAAAAAAAAgc/se1vWEdSqnA/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherene has come back from China after two weeks. It indeed has felt like a lifetime, and i am kinda shocked seeing how much i've missed her when she was not around. The dinners without her, the singing session was ruled out, even the shopping spree has been cut down. awww, in this case, she seems more like a vice! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking that we always take things around us for granted, and worse still, we take the people around us for granted. You won't notice how much influences the person has had on you, you won't realise how attentive he/she has been to you, and how nice a person he/she is. But when the people has left, yeah will never be by your side again, everything will come to the realisations abruptly, flooding your mind and exerting so much pressure and regrets than you can ever bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life, you will never know when you have not lost anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with my friend Jules, apparantly he has just had a breakup three weeks ago. He came to admit to me that he was so into the relationship, he was so deeply in love and could hardly go on with the life after the breakup. Everything around has reminded him of her, and he couldn't put things right for almost three weeks. But now, after only three weeks, he's got another date, and sort of going out on dates and falling in love is apparantly inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not fathomable how thing goes in life. You are able to cope with life damn well and move on within an incomprehensive period of time while you are supposed to be maudlin and cry over the past relationship. It's just amazing how fast the pace of life is going and you'd never have the time to stop by and digest what's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, i never realised how blissful it was when my mum bought me a shirt or pants ( it was freaking 9 years ago), how fabulous when you have somebody to wake you up in the morning without needing to turn off the alarm ( and it was 7 freaking years ago), and so on. But today, they all came to hit me at once, leaving me heartily picking them up piece by piece, and caused the emotion-driven part of me to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pasts behind voonsien, a better life is ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new start is awaiting and i will be cutting the queue to reach out to it.&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/18855830-7585332025173406260?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/7585332025173406260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=7585332025173406260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7585332025173406260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/7585332025173406260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/10/realisations.html' title='Realisations'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rw8wM09g6YI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kyjtWzR_s2U/s72-c/edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3720374886191772784</id><published>2007-10-07T23:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:10:00.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bryvan update!</title><content type='html'>yeah i know, i am such a pain, i haven't been updating my blog for almost two weeks! ok, what have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jason, i havent blogged for a while" i said&lt;br /&gt;"well, you are so lazy, we know that! " jason said&lt;br /&gt;"eh, i am pretty busy aye!" i countered&lt;br /&gt;"haha, you're watching series right now, what has kept you busy?" sarcasm surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;"busy watching series of course ! " i said, no feeling of guilt at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, with "lots" of evidence, i concluded that i was pretty busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i am taking a bit off to post some update of my newphew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is two months old now. According to my mom, he is getting more and more talkative (obviously nobody can understand his language at the moment, except for the cry for milk!), and drastically turning into the CHIA's golden grandchildren, and have all the attentions to himself. YAH!!!! I AM SERIOUSLY BEING NEGLECTED!!! i am so mean~~~hahaha~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, he is, without any doubt, becoming bossier and bossier. According to my grandma (see, everyone is talking about him), he wants to be fed right after the shower, not even the time to don him is allowed. So the procedure goes unusually like this : shower---&gt;milk---&gt; put on the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know, you must be wondering like me, wouldn't he catch a cold? erm, practise makes perfect, and he is kinda used to it now. hehe. damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't live without airconditioning. he would have insomnias if the aircond is not working, or if it's too hot in the noon. So, my loving father ( well, &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;that loving before) decided to install an aircond in the living room (basically just for him, proof : we have been living in that house for almost 10 years, and the thought has never crossed his mind). And he has now befriended the airconds at home, Mum said she found him talking to the aircond. Maybe he took the sounds from the aircond as response. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjkSk9g6SI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CWI370mEiho/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118591984317032738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjkSk9g6SI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CWI370mEiho/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aw, he is using Winnie The Pooh pacifier. erm, kinda photogenic, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjkjE9g6TI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LnPiPMmJbHg/s1600-h/DSC00057+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118592267784874290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjkjE9g6TI/AAAAAAAAAf8/LnPiPMmJbHg/s320/DSC00057+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol, pinkish handkerchief. well, he has fair skin, so yeah, it suits him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rwjkr09g6UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3MXB4k244_0/s1600-h/%E5%B0%8F%E6%9C%8B%E5%8F%8B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118592418108729666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rwjkr09g6UI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3MXB4k244_0/s320/%E5%B0%8F%E6%9C%8B%E5%8F%8B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, a close-up look. "can you please let me sleep? my working hours is over!" lol. anyway, if you look close enough, he doesn't have much hair. :(. Chia's trait. never mind, you will be a rich guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjnBU9g6WI/AAAAAAAAAgU/sGwzST2Tua0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118594986499172706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjnBU9g6WI/AAAAAAAAAgU/sGwzST2Tua0/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rwjk4U9g6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yU9rb_GhkhU/s1600-h/bryvan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118592632857094482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rwjk4U9g6VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yU9rb_GhkhU/s320/bryvan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was viewing him through the webcam last night. and he looked right into the webcam throughout the session. well, at least he can recognise me and my voice. hehe. his eyes look like mine, aren't they? no? no? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok that's about it. will update more when i go back to malaysia. wow, can you imagine the whole post is dedicated for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3720374886191772784?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3720374886191772784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3720374886191772784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3720374886191772784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3720374886191772784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/10/bryvan-update.html' title='bryvan update!'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RwjkSk9g6SI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CWI370mEiho/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2837154929339309803</id><published>2007-09-25T23:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:37:16.762+10:00</updated><title type='text'>36 hours in Canberra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Decided to make full use of my term break, and as a result of the failure to go to Gold Coast, i had decided to take up the backup plan going to Canberra for a night. It's pretty much Tom's idea, and so we bought the bus ticket and booked our accomodation in advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up at the wee hours of 4.45am on a Monday morning to wash up and get changed for the 6am bus going to Canberra. Frankly, that's pretty early considering i finished my dvd until 1am and went to bed at around 1.30am. Walking to the central station, Tom was there already, wearing as many layers of clothes as he usually does. Boarded on the bus and took off sharp at 6am, with the sun had already risen up and the sun rays beamed directly onto my body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The journey to Canberra takes around 3 hours in the bus. Lucky enough the coach bus was comfy enough to fail me on my plan of doing some novel readup in the bus when i fell asleep along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkXkU9g5uI/AAAAAAAAAbU/hwy06QpGYMQ/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114144764725356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkXkU9g5uI/AAAAAAAAAbU/hwy06QpGYMQ/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkVsU9g5tI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3ksE9G3XqMU/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114142703141054162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkVsU9g5tI/AAAAAAAAAbM/3ksE9G3XqMU/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australia has long known for its breathtaking sceneries. Most of the time when i were awake, i would look out of the window and sunk in the mesmerising scenery of the mother Nature. The notable litte dots on the lawn were the sheeps, yeah they were too far away, so i couldn't really snapped a nice picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tom asked me a question which made me pondered and giggled for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;"do you think the sheeps will die if there isn't anyone to shave off their wool in the summer? i feel kinda hot now by just looking at them. i think they should just stack up together so that the ones down under will survive, let the above ones die!" lol. that's actually true. Will they really die if the wool is not being taken off? help me with this question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We arrived at Canberra round 9.15am. The whole city is so neat, so organised. Being unlucky on that day itself, the weather was poo. Sizzling hot, and there was so much walking to do. wth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"did you check online of the places we are going to visit?"Tom asked and immediately got the answer "no" from my guilty look. Well, he didn't know me quite well, i am not that of a planner, sorry. "BE SPONTANEOUS" has always been the motto in my life! hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spotted a shop selling maps when i got down from the bus. i was blessed, at least i could save up the time walking directionlessly looked for a map shop. After getting the map of Canberra, we decided to look for the bus stop to catch a bus to our hostel.anyway, studying the map wasn't easy at all that i asked a pedestrian for diretion instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkcjU9g5vI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QR6T2yiA7rE/s1600-h/P1010207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114150245103625970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkcjU9g5vI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QR6T2yiA7rE/s320/P1010207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mapworld, i worship you from that day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkeAE9g5wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/leBJyOav3Vk/s1600-h/P1010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114151838536492802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkeAE9g5wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/leBJyOav3Vk/s320/P1010209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, the map of Canberra City. actually it's double printed, the other page was the map of the suburban area of Canberra, but it wasn't needed. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkfhU9g5xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3fcl3sGBrzY/s1600-h/P1010211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114153509278770962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkfhU9g5xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/3fcl3sGBrzY/s320/P1010211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, told ya map study wasn't study. Tom was scratching his head vigorously, well it didn't seem to help eventually. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;our destination was our hostel. Unfortunately, the street where our hostel is located wasn't there on the map. wth right??!! So we called up the hostel to ask for direction! it just happened to be at the street across from we were. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvklmk9g5yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FO-bFwuptv8/s1600-h/P1010213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114160196542850850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvklmk9g5yI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FO-bFwuptv8/s320/P1010213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the road leading up to our hostel. looked pretty nice huh? it felt like the place where some of the koreans drama like 'winter sonata" or "autumn in my heart" was filmed. haha. but seriouly, it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvkpfk9g5zI/AAAAAAAAAb8/N5ccydiT-R4/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114164474330277682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvkpfk9g5zI/AAAAAAAAAb8/N5ccydiT-R4/s320/P1010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;phew, we finally made it there, Victor Lodge, haha. it's vey quiet there, so i guessed i would have a good sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkrbU9g50I/AAAAAAAAAcE/c_3zRFPPiy8/s1600-h/P1010278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114166600339089218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkrbU9g50I/AAAAAAAAAcE/c_3zRFPPiy8/s320/P1010278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry, the picture is very dark, i forgot to change my exposure on the camera. erm, we shared a room with two other people, and they happened to be two malaysians as well, hehe. what a nice coincidence. so we spoke in malay as they have just come to aus for holidays. Ok, my Malay is "certified", i couldnt really speak malay at all. aw...... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After settling down in the hostel and unpacked our luggage, we headed out to the city for lunch. A sudden thought of having McDonald for lunch had occured to me, thus looking for mcdonald was our next mission. Since we were staying off the city, it'd had got no McD in the vicinity. we could only go to the city for just McDonald. so sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvku3E9g51I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZlHX5JUHukc/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114170375615342418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvku3E9g51I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZlHX5JUHukc/s320/P1010227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fountain. nothing special though, just took some random pictures in the bus. the antishake function in y camera is kinda good, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkwkU9g53I/AAAAAAAAAcc/U8PBjovuxCo/s1600-h/P1010238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114172252516050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkwkU9g53I/AAAAAAAAAcc/U8PBjovuxCo/s320/P1010238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkxT09g54I/AAAAAAAAAck/v_T12_0iwLo/s1600-h/P1010243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114173068559837058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkxT09g54I/AAAAAAAAAck/v_T12_0iwLo/s320/P1010243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvkvq09g52I/AAAAAAAAAcU/rZ2wLJFplFU/s1600-h/P1010234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114171264673572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvkvq09g52I/AAAAAAAAAcU/rZ2wLJFplFU/s320/P1010234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we then went to the Gold Greek Village where all the miniature of buildings are displayed. erm, actually we didn't pay to get in there, lol, just walked around that area and snapped some picture, and bought some souveniers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkzTU9g55I/AAAAAAAAAcs/OB3g0rtEP9o/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114175258993158034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkzTU9g55I/AAAAAAAAAcs/OB3g0rtEP9o/s320/P1010245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aha, it's all about Tom. they even have a TOM'S BAR here. actually, that's just a sighboard, there wasn't any bar existed there. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A short excursion to ANU (australia national univesity) was made after that. Tom had got a friend doing Law in ANU, so we could just meet up with her for dinner and she could show us around before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvk1GU9g56I/AAAAAAAAAc0/3qV4LdDKYBk/s1600-h/P1010256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114177234678114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvk1GU9g56I/AAAAAAAAAc0/3qV4LdDKYBk/s320/P1010256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a proof that we were there in ANU. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvk2EE9g57I/AAAAAAAAAc8/sBpBWJzZleo/s1600-h/P1010252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114178295535036338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvk2EE9g57I/AAAAAAAAAc8/sBpBWJzZleo/s320/P1010252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a nice cafe in ANU itself. a nice cafe is very important to uni students. a cup of hot latte will definitely boost your mind and you can easily focus in your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quietness and the lack-of-entertainment in Canberra got me thinking that if i were to study in Canberra, i would be so much of a good student, study everyday, go to the library every so often and complete my assignments a week before they are due. lol. However, as the old saying goes "old habit dies hard", i think i would spend more money on the transport to Sydney or some other interesting places whenever there is a short break or worse come to worse once in a fortnight. aha, so the conclusion is, i am relieved i didn't have chosen Canberra in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvm8Rk9g58I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Y0tEMxl6_dg/s1600-h/P1010258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114325862021392322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvm8Rk9g58I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Y0tEMxl6_dg/s320/P1010258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner was nice at one of the malaysian restaurant which served definitely good food and the i guess because of the eagerness to fill up our stomach after a long day walk. Asam fish fillet, Sandong chicken and Garlic King prawn. It's not exaggerated to say that the dinner had made our day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvm9vU9g59I/AAAAAAAAAdM/cC4thDPmMVA/s1600-h/P1010271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114327472634128338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvm9vU9g59I/AAAAAAAAAdM/cC4thDPmMVA/s320/P1010271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the night in Canberra city centre. This was so much different from Sydney city centre. it's way too quiet that i kept thinking it's 10pm but not 7.45pm. HELP!!!! we couldn't find anything to entertain ourselves. Going back to the hostel seemed to be a wise decision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Along the way waiting for the bus, a lady asked me for the time. Instinctively and sort of less attentively, i gazed at my watch and told her " eight fifty". Well, after 10 minutes, Tom asked me the time and i told him "8pm". i could sense the shock in his face, and a simple question ensued "and you told the lady?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh shit, it's an hour difference!!! omg, i hope she wasn't going on a date or something that her date would be scapegoat for being "&lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt;"!" feeling guilty, but it seemed to be too late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night at Victor Lodge was unexpectedly restful. i fell asleep at 10.30pm after the hustle of taking my shower, dried up my hair which obviously didn't take much of a time, and did some reading before i drifted to my dreamland. Woke up at 8am the next morning after ten hours of a contented sleep. The breakfast was provided by Victor Lodge, nothing fancy like bacon and egg or something as what Tom had been expecting. it's just the toast, cereal and orange juice. it definitely put Tom off with such a simple meal. However i was cool with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And wth, somebody stole my facewash when i realised that morning i had left it in the shared toilet. sobzzzz. Why would somebody ever want to steal things like facewahs? erm, i had already cut down my luggage by leaving behind the paraphernalia of my facescrub, flipflop and etcetra. and what now?it'd further been cut down when my facewash was stolen!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the breakfast, we walked up to the city to catch a bus to the Parliament House. ok, lots of walking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnDnE9g5-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/e5QhXfZCTwA/s1600-h/P1010306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114333927969974242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnDnE9g5-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/e5QhXfZCTwA/s320/P1010306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, my bad, i forgot to adjust the light exposure, again!! i know, i am such a pain!! but bear with me, you still can see the parliament house, can't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the new parliament, we then walked to the next destination, the old parliament house. oh hell, the parliament house thingy was indeed boring, i hope there would be somehting interesting like bunjee jump or sort of things around the parliament house. i would like it to bits. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnKaU9g5_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/ymguns6FT4A/s1600-h/P1010344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114341405508036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnKaU9g5_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/ymguns6FT4A/s320/P1010344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, the old parliament house, it looked pretty new to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnMN09g6AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V-uVGgq32-s/s1600-h/P1010348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114343389782927362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnMN09g6AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/V-uVGgq32-s/s320/P1010348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the bus stop in Canberra. it felt like the mushroom cottage in those fairytales. hehe. so am i the prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnOXk9g6BI/AAAAAAAAAds/x76_lQKGj5I/s1600-h/P1010359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114345756309907474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnOXk9g6BI/AAAAAAAAAds/x76_lQKGj5I/s320/P1010359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erm, the only picture we took together the whole trip. still skillful in camwhoring~lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnPh09g6CI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ecUgMv10ijI/s1600-h/P1010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114347031915194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnPh09g6CI/AAAAAAAAAd0/ecUgMv10ijI/s320/P1010380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so the highlight of the trip, and also the main purpose of the trip -- THE FLORIADE!! lots and lots and lots and lots of flowers as you can tell by the name. aha. i am not a sucker for flowers though. but they are nice indeed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnRoU9g6DI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3IakVyMTsng/s1600-h/P1010382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114349342607599666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnRoU9g6DI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3IakVyMTsng/s320/P1010382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnSW09g6EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FywSK59QoqM/s1600-h/P1010388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114350141471516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnSW09g6EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FywSK59QoqM/s320/P1010388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnS5k9g6FI/AAAAAAAAAeM/blBUG9m0wNc/s1600-h/P1010399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114350738471970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnS5k9g6FI/AAAAAAAAAeM/blBUG9m0wNc/s320/P1010399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnTiE9g6GI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ho7beKojIGM/s1600-h/P1010391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114351434256672866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnTiE9g6GI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ho7beKojIGM/s320/P1010391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lots of pictures, but i am damn lazy to upload them all. i think my grandma will definitely like the place, but not me. well, i will love it twenty years later, but not now. i think i am adept enough to take those nice pictures~lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done with the flowers. we were extremely hungry by then. A feast was a must to get on with the rest of the day. erm, we went to a pizza and steak house, recommended by tom's friend. it's really nice, can's miss if you are paying a visit to canberra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnVTE9g6HI/AAAAAAAAAec/BTaxz6cpL00/s1600-h/P1010462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114353375581890674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnVTE9g6HI/AAAAAAAAAec/BTaxz6cpL00/s320/P1010462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, the woodstock pizza house~~you will be impressed by the food and amazed by the menus. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnWAE9g6II/AAAAAAAAAek/1Rq8vgCqlRg/s1600-h/P1010418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114354148676003970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnWAE9g6II/AAAAAAAAAek/1Rq8vgCqlRg/s320/P1010418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the pizzas are named after every horoscope. it's a fab idea. for those who are indecisive, you can easily make up your mind by simply choosing your own horoscope. erm, give it a go~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnWuU9g6JI/AAAAAAAAAes/LdjSe63K0v0/s1600-h/P1010403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114354943244953746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnWuU9g6JI/AAAAAAAAAes/LdjSe63K0v0/s320/P1010403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, a chilling drink was definitely on the list. obviously the corona was mine, heineken or some any other beer weren't my thing at all. i know, corona is beer as well, but it isn't so "beer" if you know what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnXlk9g6KI/AAAAAAAAAe0/bbgdSP_b_Ys/s1600-h/P1010417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114355892432726178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnXlk9g6KI/AAAAAAAAAe0/bbgdSP_b_Ys/s320/P1010417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the pizza we ordered. actually we ordered two medium pizza which made up 16 pieces of them and a medium portion of lasagna. and i had to stuff myself with 9 pieces of pizza as Tom was feeling full by the time he finished the 7th piece of it. erm, time to put on weight. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the lunch, instead of being energetic, Tom was feeling sleepy. lol. I had to drag him to the war memorial as we still had three hours to kill before boarding on the bus return to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnZ609g6LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/C3XD1AhCw-g/s1600-h/P1010421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114358456528201906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnZ609g6LI/AAAAAAAAAe8/C3XD1AhCw-g/s320/P1010421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, the Australian War Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvna1U9g6MI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QT7NaerE1Uk/s1600-h/P1010422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114359461550549186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvna1U9g6MI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QT7NaerE1Uk/s320/P1010422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Anzac Parade. well, i know Anzac day, guess it must have something to do with it. aha, cant be bothered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnbe09g6NI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GYnPvFz5pDA/s1600-h/P1010433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114360174515120338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnbe09g6NI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GYnPvFz5pDA/s320/P1010433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. the unknown soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvncFk9g6OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YQ4Es9pY5iQ/s1600-h/P1010423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114360840235051234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvncFk9g6OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YQ4Es9pY5iQ/s320/P1010423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, malaya is on the list, not malaysia. it's during the world war period anway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnc7k9g6PI/AAAAAAAAAfc/j8iczsRkHz4/s1600-h/P1010435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114361767947987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnc7k9g6PI/AAAAAAAAAfc/j8iczsRkHz4/s320/P1010435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i think he must be tired standing all years through. anyway, he has the nice outfit, so it's worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnd009g6QI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kGsr2i4Yd4A/s1600-h/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114362751495497986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rvnd009g6QI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kGsr2i4Yd4A/s320/P1010453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; erm, the German something gun. i am not really into history stuff actually. so yeah, not much information you can get from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnenU9g6RI/AAAAAAAAAfs/YU4RZpKo9uQ/s1600-h/P1010458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114363619078891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvnenU9g6RI/AAAAAAAAAfs/YU4RZpKo9uQ/s320/P1010458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a last drink in Canberra before heading back to Sydney, can't wait to go back to Sydney actually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the Canberra trip ended at 6pm, Tuesday when i boarded on the bus heading back to Sydney. Waved the city goodbye, i could still feel the reluctantness in me despite the boredoom caused in this quiet city. anyway, the interesting is, i have absorbed the geological map of Canberra,the bus route map, and the bus system. so anyone, if you would like to pay a visit to Canberra, i could volunteer to show you around. i am pretty much good at it now. trust me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like going on a trip, a trip organized by myself and exploring on my own. no rush, no pressure and you could just go anywhere you want. A conclusion had been drawn after this Canberra trip, it's not a city i will fall in love with, it's just....too quiet, and quite dead actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;back to the Sydney at 9.30pm, i felt alive. the life here is so much more colourful compared to in Canberra. More traffic, more noises, and more humans on the street even though it's 9 o'clock at night. How things are so different in Sydney, how life is more happening in Sydney and how much i like Sydney and miss Sydney. i think Sydney has now slipped into my mind and has become part of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-2837154929339309803?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2837154929339309803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2837154929339309803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2837154929339309803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2837154929339309803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/09/36-hours-in-canberra.html' title='36 hours in Canberra'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvkXkU9g5uI/AAAAAAAAAbU/hwy06QpGYMQ/s72-c/P1010205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-2194891004711313849</id><published>2007-09-21T21:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:32:09.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>weight and life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight has become an issues worldwide, not only for women but also men, not to mention to teenagers who care about how they look more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the line to take your order in any restaurant, you would have definitely come across this kind of conversation&lt;br /&gt;"This is too much calories to take in for lunch, geez, that's so fattening, i think i will just get salad but without any dressing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food has always been a kind of blessings for everyone of us. But nowadays (or actually since long ago) it has become a sin, a must-get-rid-as-much-as-possible kind of thing. i remembered when i was a child, and when everyone around me was still a kid who didn't bother much about how much weight they would put on because of the food they took in, we always talked about junk food or snack -- burger, crisps, fried chicken, french fries and so on, about how yummy they all once were. But now, even though they are still yummy, you will try your hardest to resist the temptation and just put them all aside. How sad huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i am still taking in as much food as i want, and sometimes at the thought of putting on weight, i will eat beyond necessity, that is french fries for after breakfast snack, chocolate-rich crepe for teatime. i have never worried about how much fat the food do carry, how fat a person i can be ( only if the food is able to make me fat). i will just eat, eat and eat --and to be honest, i eat more when i am not happy, more junk food in this case. i remembered back in old times, when my mum asked me how did i spend all of pocket money away as she reckoned that's too much to be called pocket money for a teenager who aged only 17 or 18 years old. i gave it a thought, recalled where and how i spent all the money at. As a result, three quarter of the money were spent on food where half of it was spent on junk food or to call it better--snack!! wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having teatime with my big brother Jorge this arvo. A crepe rich in dark chocolate and a latte were what i was having.&lt;br /&gt;"you should eat more now, eat as much as you want, i was like you when i was young, never got any fatter no matter how much i ate, but once i hit 30, whatever i am eating now will have an effect on my belly" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what my mum has always told me, i will only get fatter when i am 30 years old. So the mission now is, get married before 30 while i still have my belly flat. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aftertoon tea with Jorge led to a lot of conversations. he was in India for work in the past three weeks. We have always known how bad the condition in India is, how packed the city is, and how poverty has always been the big issue there.&lt;br /&gt;"a lot of students relish to come to australia to study, and the first thing they asked me was "i am going to do the PR courses, am i guaranteed to get PR after my degree?"" he said which he then explained to me the PR courses include accounting, hospitality and erm erm ( sorry i forgot the other one). It's clear to me that they just want to move out of their country, they want a better life in aus, and they have always thought of migrating here and what a big change their lifes will go through if they get the PR here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually not only india, but also students from many other countries have always wanted to study abroad, as they always think that the life in western countries like US, UK or Aus is as wonderful as what they have seen in movies. To be honest, i am one of them. But in my case, any country will do for me, as i just want to experiecen different kind of life in different countries. Be it the western countries or Asia Countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been putting on weight moderately within the six months in Australia. however, the weight of my life experiences and the weight of my knowledge, not academically but socially and mentally, is escalating drastically day by day. I experienced the life i have never experienced before back in malaysia, the independence that i have developed here is clearly a lot more than when i was in KL, and i am embarking on my journey to my own future, in other words, accepting what my future life will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"never forget you have so much spunk" Jorge once told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been rough for the past two weeks, it felt like a lifetime, and to be honest, i couldnt focus on anything i did, simply because the heartbroken soul was never together. but it is now, afterall i have learned that there are always people sticking up for you around, you will never be alone, and never to feel alone. humans are not meant to live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont forget, your big bro is just a phone call away" i have finally felt that i am like a kid, and how the people i have met here meant so much for me. and sometimes words have the most amazing power to move your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112648239205639874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvPGfE9g5sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/7hAZeSBTGWw/s320/P1010200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a picture taken during the excursion to the south coast. i am so envious of him ( the random guy in the picture), enjoying his life, making the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18855830-2194891004711313849?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/2194891004711313849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=2194891004711313849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2194891004711313849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/2194891004711313849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/09/weight-and-life.html' title='weight and life'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RvPGfE9g5sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/7hAZeSBTGWw/s72-c/P1010200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6030202344148758290</id><published>2007-09-07T11:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:52:35.527+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperm Donation</title><content type='html'>i was strolling on the street when the scene of a couple fiddling about with their newborn baby suddenly hit my tears glands. i felt sour in the eyes, and yet touched by what i had seen before me. it's not the thing that normal parents playing around with their babies that rose up the maudlin me, but the old couple who seemed to really cherish their baby which maybe they have gotten it after a long time of struggles, a countless times of hope-shattering failure to conceive, or maybe after the unbearable pains of injections if the baby had been conceived through IVF or some sort of medical methods to help getting the baby. Anyway, they seemed too old to have the baby through a natural way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hell of a thought crossed my mind when i made my way to the uni after that. Sperm donation was that bizarre of a thought, considering that i am only 19, which is still reckoned as a baby for most of the people. I doubt that i am of the legal age to do sperm donation as been thought of being not mentally ready to be a biological father. So for a moment, i set the thought aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual reason that i have had the slightest idea of doing sperm donation was that i wanted to offer my help to those infertile couples as well as having the dramatic storyline in my mind that some day i will bump into a little Shane when i am walking on the street, how amazing it can be. i am well aware that someday i will have to take up the responsibilities of being a biological father, or maybe my own child in the future will be shockingly receiving the news one day that they have a half bro/sis all these years. It's not easy to deal with those things which they have classified them as ethical problems. According to the law, the child will not be told of his biological father until he reaches the age of 18, which i think he is matured enough to know who will have been his parents all these while and the biological father will merely be an exciting thought but not likely to replace the father who has been raising him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the materials lecture, i told Tim about my idea of donating the sperms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"f*** you! " he wrote it on my handout.&lt;br /&gt;"i am disturbed!" he wrote again when i told him all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's kinda weird to see all the little shane running on the street" he said it to me when we were walking back to the uni after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wondering why would i ever have this thought! But it just occured to me, not expecting i would really go into it and find out all the details. But to do or not to do is not an easy decision to make, and i dont think i will be doing it as that will really shock the people around me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RuCua_hydMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KfWlJH2jNY0/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107273756191126722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RuCua_hydMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KfWlJH2jNY0/s200/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the thought of bumping into someone who looks like you out of the blue is kinda of scary, yet exciting. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-6030202344148758290?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6030202344148758290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6030202344148758290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6030202344148758290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6030202344148758290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/09/sperm-donation.html' title='Sperm Donation'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RuCua_hydMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/KfWlJH2jNY0/s72-c/Picture+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-4697325779293341049</id><published>2007-08-30T21:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:41:26.551+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>On the request of Shane, here I am posting an entry as a guest blogger. I'm Jason, for those who don't know, I'm currently his roommate here in Sydney. Alright, enough of self introduction.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post, I'm just gonna talk about what we had for dinner. FYI, thinking about what to have for dinner is not an easy task, perhaps not for you, but it is definitely the case for us. After spending some time wandering around the city looking for food, we finally settled for Japanese food. Food was pretty good and reasonable, environment was good too, however the waiting was kinda long, and so my phone became the tool used by Shane for his camwhoring needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtayXPhydII/AAAAAAAAAaU/GQqA69qKPY0/s1600-h/30082007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtayXPhydII/AAAAAAAAAaU/GQqA69qKPY0/s200/30082007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104463340046021762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shot 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtazFvhydLI/AAAAAAAAAas/g1jZET5Jj1Y/s1600-h/30082007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtazFvhydLI/AAAAAAAAAas/g1jZET5Jj1Y/s200/30082007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104464138909938866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shot 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtaykfhydJI/AAAAAAAAAac/BXK5Ipxlcmo/s1600-h/30082007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtaykfhydJI/AAAAAAAAAac/BXK5Ipxlcmo/s200/30082007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104463567679288466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        Shot 3: Obviously self shooting doesn't satisfy his need, so I had to give him a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this post with a funny looking picture of him, sorry I have no idea how to rotate the picture, I have already edited the picture in my computer before I upload it here, however that didn't help so just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rtayy_hydKI/AAAAAAAAAak/QSImSsOoom4/s1600-h/30082007%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rtayy_hydKI/AAAAAAAAAak/QSImSsOoom4/s200/30082007%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104463816787391650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats all for today, have a nice day folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-4697325779293341049?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/4697325779293341049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=4697325779293341049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4697325779293341049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/4697325779293341049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/guest-blogging.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtayXPhydII/AAAAAAAAAaU/GQqA69qKPY0/s72-c/30082007%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-34009414595502622</id><published>2007-08-27T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:06:19.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>So how did i spend my entire weekends? On friday, i finished off the drama series i had been watching for a month! oh gosh, it took forever to finish it, so not me~! Went out with Jason after that to sign up for a post paid number. The pretty girl still remembered me, how nice, i think it's either i am cute or i am a fussy customers. ok i know, you all would say the latter is more likely to happen. but she gave me a month waived. okok, the arguement will not stop if i keep rattling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, i woke up at 12pm. that's the longest nice sleep i have had since two weeks ago. oh my god, i could feel that it was going to be a nice day when i woke up. so yeah, i went out with sherene to the market city. she was looking for headset, but the task of looking for headset had then turned into a window shopping spree. Roaming around market city, i could really see my footprint on every inches of floor in the center. It's then we decided to head to the karaoke, greenbox which i think will soon become my second home. lol. yeah, it's only sherene and I, so two hours of singing had taken away half of my strength for the day. but the satisfaction was always that gratifying. what's then? walking around the city when jason was off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, nick called me out to accompany him. so i went out at 10pm after the given 10 minutes to get changed. he looked sad, probably the aftermath of the breakup. it's then i knew the booze session was inevitable. we went to rockdale when his friends picked us up at worldsquare. We drank, played game, telling ghost stories and decided to head back to the city at 2.30am. headed back to city didn't mean going home, but to continue our night chilling at somewhere else. i got home at 4am, took my shower and settled down in front of my computer at 5am. yao zhong was on the line, i chatted with him for two hours, yeah, for the first time in aus, i have seen the sunrise. it's nice but i was tired. went for a jog and came back slumping myself on the bed and snored off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night has given me a night full of memories. i remembered how nice the time were back in malaysia when we went out for night show, we drove up to genting late at 12am, we stayed overnight at one's place, we dragged everyone else from their sleeps to go mamak and chatted all night, we drove around without knowing where to go. i realised that i actually buried all the memories at the bottom of my heart when i said "i missed everything back home" though i actually should have realised "i missed everything back home SO MUCH". The night spent with nick and friends brought back all the memories i have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLClPhyc5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/zVhsWjzSMco/s1600-h/genting+tripP~+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103355272843391890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLClPhyc5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/zVhsWjzSMco/s320/genting+tripP~+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDAvhyc6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ixaRE2fyJp4/s1600-h/P5011474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103355745289794466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDAvhyc6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/ixaRE2fyJp4/s320/P5011474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDRfhyc7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/LeLZtjSCf4I/s1600-h/Picture+327(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103356033052603314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDRfhyc7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/LeLZtjSCf4I/s320/Picture+327(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDj_hyc8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/-7r1aodP7CI/s1600-h/Picture+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103356350880183234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLDj_hyc8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/-7r1aodP7CI/s320/Picture+379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLD9vhyc9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yovWTddOs84/s1600-h/leehom0319+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103356793261814738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLD9vhyc9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yovWTddOs84/s320/leehom0319+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aw~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i went to bed at 7am in the morning. and sherene rang me at 9am for breakfast as we had planned the day before. For merely two hours of sleep, i woke up and got changed and went out for breakfast with her and jason. Went to the typical western breakfast shop that was not really packed as everyone was still sleeping, i ordered myself scrambled on toast and cammomile tea to soothe my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLFWPhyc-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jMMEoyiqzms/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103358313680237538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLFWPhyc-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/jMMEoyiqzms/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene said i looked so cute in both "girl" and "boy" ways. lol. the sleepy eyes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLGNfhyc_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/aZu1iA4bQ00/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103359262868009970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLGNfhyc_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/aZu1iA4bQ00/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sherene was enjoying her breakfast. scrambled eggs and bacon on toast. looked nice~and taste nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLHD_hydAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BeTKaWlcU4g/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103360199170880514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLHD_hydAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BeTKaWlcU4g/s320/P1010167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Figuring out the way to open the tea bag. lol. it shouldn't be that hard voonsien~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the malaysian festival which took place in darling harbour. rojak, 100 plus (obviously we dont have it here in australia), roti canai, all sort of malaysian cuisine, but the price itself didnt seem appealing. we left after 10 minutes. We were planning to go to cabramatta for vietnamese food with Katherine and KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLIS_hydBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Bh6LAhlF59g/s1600-h/P1010178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103361556380546066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLIS_hydBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Bh6LAhlF59g/s320/P1010178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for Katherine. ok, i didn't colour my hair!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;KK had gotten a flat tyre. so the lunch plan was called off. i went home and spent the rest of the noon in my bed. the sleep was on and off though, it made me more tired and yeah, i fell sick. At 6pm, i went out again. To dinner and spent the night at friend's place and had my haircut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah, i have finally had my haircut this morning. it's 77 aussie dollars. professional~wow. but well, i didn't have to pay a single cent. thanks steven~~the haircut is really nice~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLK9fhydCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7_oxjOttgJI/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103364485548241954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLK9fhydCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7_oxjOttgJI/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front part, its kind of mess as its windy today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLLR_hydDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AP6DwfASxlM/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103364837735560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLLR_hydDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AP6DwfASxlM/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back part, or side? okok side-rear.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLLvvhydEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PSEph3rOFOI/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103365348836668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLLvvhydEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PSEph3rOFOI/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok back to the camwhore me~eh eh, i dont usually camwhore ok. the main purpose is all on the hair!!!! lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-34009414595502622?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/34009414595502622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=34009414595502622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/34009414595502622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/34009414595502622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RtLClPhyc5I/AAAAAAAAAYc/zVhsWjzSMco/s72-c/genting+tripP~+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-3647793442397307422</id><published>2007-08-23T17:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:24:41.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Therapy</title><content type='html'>Life is stressful, whenever or wherever you go, you see everyone around you is rushing. Rush to work, rush to school, rush to train station or even rush to shopping. Take a close look, there are at least 100 people walk past you everyday, but how many of them would actually lift their head look at you and give you a heart-warming smile? It's definitely countable with your fingers. And now ask yourself, will you really smile to a stranger that you go into along the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way! people might think you're crazy or you are interested in them~" you'd say. That's why the society is so lacking of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had a busy week, the assignments test insomnias and bla bla have really stressed me out. As always, when i am pressurized, i'd tend to do something strange, something inconceivale that i myself will giggle at my act afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine Josh told me on Monday "Shane, what's wrong with you? i like it when you smile! so smile for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's until then i realised i haven't been smiling for a week, i mean from the bottom of my heart in this case. So i decided to revert back to the old me (the dumb-looking-smiling-guy), and actually carried out an experiment that i think is quite funny yet meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday morning, i walked to the bus station to get a bus to uni. What's different today from the usual uni day was that i looked at people around me instead of my phone. i smiled to some of the people whom i thought were worth my smile. To my surprise, instead of the awkward smile i'd have expected from them and the monologue "what's wrong with this guy" they'd have in their mind, they actually gave me a light smile, "how're you doing?"was then ensued. Only one or two of them did so though, but that's definitely enough to actually cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept up with the mission when i got out of the uni. In the bus, a senior Aussie citizen was sitting in front of me, staring at me when i settled down on my seat. i caught a glance at her, and met her eyes (from the experiences i have had all these years, people would just try to avert their eyes to somewhere else in this situation). So instead of averting my eyes, i met her eyes for another second, and gave her the simplest smile i could make at that moment. Immediately after that, she smiled, showing all her white teeth and i could tell she was really smiling from the bottom of her heart as her eyes were smiling as well at that moment. I didn't strike up a conversation with her, neither did she, but i could see that we both were delighted. The feeling is unbelievable, the feeling of getting a true smile from a stranger that you hardly know or she hardly knows you is just gratifying. Actually she very much reminded me of my grandma. my grandma has always greeted people, even strangers. with her smile. A smile can draw you closer to the people around you, and actually make you more friendly, more approchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rs1PCvhyc3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/EgJfbVvl29I/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101820861417157490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rs1PCvhyc3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/EgJfbVvl29I/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The smile is kind of fake, but it's better than anything, and you could get more back that actually make you feel great with merely just a smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting off the bus, i could feel that my body and my soul were all relaxed, it's the brisk pace that led me to the way home. i went to QVB for a walk, and repeated the same things. i still got the same outcome as most of the people did bother to reply my smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not only humans need a smile, animal and some non-living organisms need a smile too. They might not have the sophisticated brain to think like a human, but they are capable of deciphering the simplest language in this world --smile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rs1SFPhyc4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xoDlA8Bxg48/s1600-h/smile3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101824202901713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rs1SFPhyc4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xoDlA8Bxg48/s320/smile3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that has actually given me some confidence about myself and some satisfaction to make up for the moody week i had had a few days ago. and frankly speaking, a smile is the simplest way to make you look good, look charming and most importantly attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-3647793442397307422?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/3647793442397307422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=3647793442397307422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3647793442397307422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/3647793442397307422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile-therapy.html' title='Smile Therapy'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rs1PCvhyc3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/EgJfbVvl29I/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-5748259982410295018</id><published>2007-08-14T22:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:43:29.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture post</title><content type='html'>Haven't been uploading my own picture to the blog for a while. Think it's time to do so as to keep your memory of me refreshed~~install it in your brain and never to delete it~~lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGiUnFr9oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HOPJpBIauH8/s1600-h/photo+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098534728134030978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGiUnFr9oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HOPJpBIauH8/s320/photo+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can see that i am getting worse and worse. Sherene could hardly take it anymore that she wanted to shot me in my head. we were in the train going to city from Homebush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGhX3Fr9nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SiLwSxMkonE/s1600-h/photo+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098533684456978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGhX3Fr9nI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SiLwSxMkonE/s320/photo+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, Sherene had changed her mind by then. i am too cute to be shot dead. haha. she claimed that i am a poser, are always ready to pose. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGo5nFr9pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bTrTgPvk74U/s1600-h/photo+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098541960858957458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGo5nFr9pI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bTrTgPvk74U/s320/photo+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to Equilibrium for a drink on Suchada's birthday. Spot the drinks on the table, there are three vodka lemonade, and one lemon lime bitter. yeah, Sherene was having the lemon lime bitter, she is a good girl? no alcohol? hehe........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGulnFr9qI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wPKeZqrIUcI/s1600-h/photo+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGvPHFr9rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7W91Rmob0VM/s1600-h/photo+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098548927295911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGvPHFr9rI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7W91Rmob0VM/s320/photo+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's a queen, but i don't quite know who is she. But seems majestic. There are a lot of diamonds around her, as you tell from the picture, she is "shining". A statue setting up in Queen Victoria Building (QVB). pay a visit when you are here~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok time to sleep, will update more soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-5748259982410295018?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/5748259982410295018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=5748259982410295018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5748259982410295018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/5748259982410295018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/picture-post.html' title='Picture post'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/RsGiUnFr9oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HOPJpBIauH8/s72-c/photo+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-6875066944611431832</id><published>2007-08-12T18:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:12:46.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>See you in December</title><content type='html'>I want to go home!!!! i want to see the baby, i want to hold him in my arms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby does make a lot of differences in our life. It breaks our usual routines, it brings another kind of life to us, it brings us a beam of new hope and of course a heavier responsibility. oh gosh, i sounded like i am a father now. lol. But to be in my brother's shoes, i could really imagine how much changes the baby has brought to the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always liked babies. I am always drowned in the thought of being a father in the future. At least now i am an uncle which can somehow quench my thirst for some time. i called my mom, called my grandma to update myself with more news of the baby. They would just tell me alot of the things that happened around. i could tell how happy they are by the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7Gm3Fr9kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EHM4ysfI8Ic/s1600-h/baby2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097730199155111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7Gm3Fr9kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EHM4ysfI8Ic/s320/baby2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i actually looked at the picture and try to fit its faceto my brother's or my sis-in-law's face. But it just doesn't seem to match. who is he alike? well, his figure is still changing, we shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7GgnFr9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/WKlYDxja4so/s1600-h/baby1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097730091780929074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7GgnFr9jI/AAAAAAAAAXE/WKlYDxja4so/s320/baby1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He doens't have double eye-lid, typical chia's generation. However he has the hidden double-eye-lid as told by my grandma. Well, just like mine!! Good, you are going to be a cute guy!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7Gr3Fr9lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X_KwhUU0Uig/s1600-h/baby3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097730285054457426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7Gr3Fr9lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/X_KwhUU0Uig/s320/baby3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aw. he looked so depressed in this picture. i think he was sad because i haven't been there to see him. he must be wondering "where is my uncle vs? everyone is here but him". I KNOW I THINK TOO MUCH!!! I JUST NEED MY EXISTENCE TO BE IMPRINTED IN HIS MIND!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His name is 谢孟轩, Bryvan Chia. what a nice name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to go home. For the very few times in my life that i have had homesick, i got the homesick feeling again nowadays. Sometimes i am foolish enough to have hoped that i am still a baby, waiting to be pampered, need not worry so much over the things happening around me that i have to deal with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"what are you worried about? you're a student, your priority is to study." my mum always said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"if i am just going to study and not care about the things happened around me, i think i am so paralysed." i always tell her, not hoping she would help me with what has actually troubled me so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually i don't know how good a son i have been to my mom, not to mention my dad. We seldom talked about my problem, we seldom talked about my life, i am just a cheerful son to her, at least by the look of it. i am obligated to deal with my own life, i shouldn't and i am not willing to bring that up to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new member has been brought to our family. All i want to do when i get back is to have a full picture of all the family members taken and everyone is laughing from their hearts!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18855830-6875066944611431832?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/6875066944611431832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=6875066944611431832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6875066944611431832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/6875066944611431832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-you-in-december.html' title='See you in December'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/Rr7Gm3Fr9kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EHM4ysfI8Ic/s72-c/baby2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18855830.post-8962506352993945931</id><published>2007-08-07T17:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:13:01.698+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Cross</title><content type='html'>Living in the city, i should definitely make full use of the fact that everywhere is within walking distance from my place, Kings Cross in this case. It's a 15 minutes walk from my place to the well-known Kings Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it famous for? Initially it's known as the "Red Light DIstrict" where prostitution is everywhere along the street. But nowadays everyone is thronging there for its bar, club and strip clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner on a Friday night, Jason and I had a walk there as our after-dinner-activity. Apparantly we were not there for clubbing, neither were we for a drink. he had never been there, so it's just a brief tour. Why am i explaining so much here?lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took more than 15mins to walk there as we had just had our dinner and the overstuffed stomach restrained our moving and we had to make it slow. As we saw the big CocaCola advertisement board, we were relieved as it's the signficant landmark of where we were- Kings Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along the street, it's still quiet, considering that it's only 8pm. The peak hour for clubbing is basically after 10pm. we walked past lots of bar, club, adult bookshop and of course the strip clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the fun part had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking past a strip club where the guard man asked us for ID. so i thought he was something like casual cop (too much drama!!!), so i showed him mine. and jason showed his as well. After he had seen it, he then talked to us&lt;br /&gt;"Come on in, we have the live show!"&lt;br /&gt;We just walked away, having him chasing after us and didn't seem to give up. we couldn't be bothered and walked down the street.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened when we passed by another strip club. The guard men acted like prostitutes, sugartalked the passers-by to go in and "have fun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then talked to Jason,&lt;br /&gt;"just tell them "i am gay, no point of going in" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason stared at me for a moment and bounced me back with a question,&lt;br /&gt;"what if he says this is a gay strip club"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned by the question for a moment, and continued being the crappy me,&lt;br /&gt;"tell him "i have somebody at home to give me a live show, i don't want to pay to get in there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason faked the smile to tell me " what else can i say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder, why are we the target? there were plenty of people walking on the street, but why, why were we the target but not them at that time? Do we particularly look like we are going through spermiation or ovulation or whatever it's called and portrayed it through our horny look? Well, the only answer for this that i could figure out was that WE ARE TEENAGERS!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers are the phase which people refer to as the "curious and rebellious and "party" gang. if you don't drink and not get drunk, if you don't give away your "first sex", then you are not considered as a "real" teenager. How true is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 13-15, we fancy about getting drunk. we downed the first shot of alcohol, we talked about sex and giggled throughout the talk.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 16-18, some people might have their first sex intercourse while some are looking forward to it when they listened to their friends showing off their experiences, we still go out partying alot, drinks, hang out with mates, become so ignorant that our parents are trying to ground us at home by all means.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 19, which is the last but precious year of being a teenager, we act as if we are almost graduated from the "teenager's-fun-and-adventurous course" and called ourselves the experienced one. We tend to pick on the younger generation which are going through the stage that we thought we have all been through not realising that we actually are still going through the same stage as theirs. we are still going out on party, stay up late, drinking, clubbing all sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i don't know which stage i am currently in. i don't fancy drinking, i don't like clubbing though i don't mind going, i don't feel like getting drunk, i don't smoke, what the hell a teenager am i? should i not be enjoying my adolescence? why am i not into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have had enough(it's very unlikely) or i am just so sick of it?!!!!........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18855830-8962506352993945931?l=voonsien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/feeds/8962506352993945931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18855830&amp;postID=8962506352993945931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8962506352993945931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18855830/posts/default/8962506352993945931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voonsien.blogspot.com/2007/08/kings-cross.html' title='Kings Cross'/><author><name>Shane Chia VS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04965101226013337888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyVvvmGKJEM/SQe1I3YNPYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tP8v5maFZ4g/S220/IMG_1871.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
