<?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-18868134</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:45:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113526210489974477</id><published>2005-12-22T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:35:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO X'mas! NO new year! NO time to sleep! To make things even worse, i had to fetch brother back from OBS (outward bound school) in Lumut where i had to drive 9 hours non-stop. i am afraid of sitting at the driver seat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i am so rushing is because i am shifting back to my house.. H-A-T-E shifting, probably coz i will b the 1 carrying all the furnitures, dig into store where mice and cockroaches might already built their nest there, wash house.... whatever.... no more energy to think of other stuff. i need a robot. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i am invited to gatherings, outings, parties... please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need some time to rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113526210489974477?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113526210489974477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113526210489974477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526210489974477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526210489974477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/rush-hour-no-xmas-no-new-y_113526210489974477.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113526198170545476</id><published>2005-12-22T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:33:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO X'mas! NO new year! NO time to sleep! To make things even worse, i had to fetch brother back from OBS (outward bound school) in Lumut where i had to drive 9 hours non-stop. i am afraid of sitting at the driver seat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i am so rushing is because i am shifting back to my house.. H-A-T-E shifting, probably coz i will b the 1 carrying all the furnitures, dig into store where mice and cockroaches might already built their nest there, wash house.... whatever.... no more energy to think of other stuff. i need a robot. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i am invited to gatherings, outings, parties... please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need some time to rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113526198170545476?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113526198170545476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113526198170545476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526198170545476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526198170545476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/rush-hour-no-xmas-no-new-year-no-time_22.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113526191140211639</id><published>2005-12-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:31:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO X'mas! NO new year! NO time to sleep! To make things even worse, i had to fetch brother back from OBS (outward bound school) in Lumut where i had to drive 9 hours non-stop. i am afraid of sitting at the driver seat now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i am so rushing is because i am shifting back to my house.. H-A-T-E shifting, probably coz i will b the 1 carrying all the furnitures, dig into store where mice and cockroaches might already built their nest there, wash house.... whatever.... no more energy to think of other stuff. i need a robot. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i am invited to gatherings, outings, parties... please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need some time to rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113526191140211639?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113526191140211639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113526191140211639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526191140211639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113526191140211639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/rush-hour-no-xmas-no-new-year-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113422698822716309</id><published>2005-12-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:03:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;今思うとこ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;中学校に勉強した時、初めてきれいだと思う人を見ました。彼女の髪が長くて、眼が大きくて、鼻が高いでした。でも、ちょっとひくいでした。その時、私は彼女と話すことができませんでした。怖かったんです。いつも自分を変えしました。例えばＤＲＵＭＳをして、ＢＡＳＫＥＴＢＡＬＬをして、いろいろでした。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;６年後の今、未だ美人だと思います。一緒に映画を見るか、アニメを借りるか、彼女と会うときは本当に楽しいですが、あの人は私の感じがどうかわかりません。恋人になりたいです。ずっと．．．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113422698822716309?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113422698822716309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113422698822716309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113422698822716309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113422698822716309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113405015511631070</id><published>2005-12-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:58:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;L.O.S.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i am lost in the journey of my life.. i am not in the field anymore.. i somehow crossed the boundary and entered the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's 1 place which i never dared to discover in 'fields of me' because flowers there have torns, bladed-grass, poison-trees which had injurded me everytime i tempt to conquer that area..besides, it was fenced up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day... the fence was broke down and some kind of forces lured me to try to clean the area up... everything went fine in the begining... sunlight started to hit on the ground of the area.. however, when i look back, not sure if it was just illusion or it was really happening, everything went back to how it was and i am now being 'wrapped up' here... trying to find a way out but torns poke into my skin, grass saw on my flesh.. painful indeed... i stopped... waiting for guidance from God..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113405015511631070?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113405015511631070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113405015511631070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113405015511631070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113405015511631070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/l.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113353329896779009</id><published>2005-12-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:28:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pikom PC Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The nite at Sherman's Bday party, we decided to go PC fair as our 1st outing place with junde and friends on the next day (2/12).. We planned that junde would sleep over at sherman's house and meet me and kaimun up at The Curve after our classes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to KDU after my classes ended...on the way i went to marilee's house to collect full metal alchemist CDs..WOOHO!!!! finally... (thank u suzz and marilee..hehe... )it was still early, so i went to "Golden Mountain" coffee shop and ate chap fan for lunch... it was only rm3.80 together with my drinks.. so cheap... soon after that kaimun came and dragged me out of the shop and said he wants to eat at DJ Restaurant..haha.. fine.. we went there... (i only had teh-o-ais since i had eaten)... suddenly 1 gang of ppl rushed into the coffee and we thought wat happened.. looked carefully it was my old schoolmates.. haha.. we sat together and chit chat a lil... we went off right after kaimun finished eating to The Curve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking for Junde &amp;amp; Sherman, there was 1 old man came up to us and asked for direction to a hardware shop.. i directed him and he "PEACE" me and said thank u..HAHAHAHAHAHA.... damn cute la the old man... 1st time c ppl show peace sign and say thank u... then i hesitated whether to "Peace" him back and say u're welcome... bleh~ i didnt... i waved back at him... after that me n kaimun LAUGHED so loudly till the other end of the corridor could hear us.. that's when junde heard us and met up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short walk at the Curve, we proceed to KLCC Pikom PC Fair.. i havnt been to the conference centre of KLCC... sherman worse... he asked us where were we and he nvr visited here b4.. when we walked past PetroSains, he went like OOOHH!!!!!! i came here with my school trip... HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA...... so blur la the fella... cannot stop laughing since yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PC fair was crowded and full of beautiful sexy show girls... *whistle*.. nothing much happened there... we walked around... play play with the mp3, 4 players... play play with laptop and went home at 8pm.. REALLY had fun today... we planned to restart playing basketball again when our holiday starts... let's battle~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sherman was complaining about the outing since we stepped himto the LRT until we came back... he was like aiyoh.. so boring... aiyoh... y u all come here... aiyoh... i hungry la....lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113353329896779009?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113353329896779009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113353329896779009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113353329896779009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113353329896779009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/pikom-pc-fairthe-nite-at-shermans-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113353131181874129</id><published>2005-12-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:00:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherman's Bday Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hadt seen my parents for 48 hours.. i hadnt bathe for 48 hours.. felt kinda fresh in a way... haha... on dec1, as usual, i am the 1st person in the family to wake up since i have to get prepared for college while every1 was stilll sleeping so i didnt get to see them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes i went to 1U to meey up with Junde, who is 1 of my good friends studying in australia and came back for holidays. the purpose of going there was to buy Sherman his bday present. however, we walked the whole 1U without a specific spot, felt like ladies window shopping and junde decided that we should find a place, sit down and medidate to think which shop to go to buy his bday present. we did that in McD... haha... the ppl there must b thinking that we r dungus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decided to go out of 1U and go to Chao Yang pasar malam to buy him porn DVD.. since he always has nothing to say other than naked girls...:Pmet simonn, jay han and kaimun.. we went to a shop and asked "eh, leng chai, yao mou ham tai?" then the shopkeeper tapped on our shoulders and said...COME~.. then brought us to the back of the shop, WAH~~~~~!!!!! porn paradise~~~ we quickly chose 2 cd and it was rm50!!!! crazy... con ppl's money but we were in a rush so we just bought it la... the shop keeper surely thought that we r having orgy or something...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late for the party for about 1hr, all the food also cold d coz it was right under the aircon.. all of us were hungry and ate like animals. we chatted, and watched "Tom-Yam-Gong" while eating. it was a nice movie, the guy's fighting skills was better than jackie chan's but it has a crappy storyline.. it was about a thai who went all the way to australia to find his elephant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after midnite, all sherman's f3 classmates went home, left the "adults" in the living room.. so we took out beer and began to talk about life in australia, college life and future plans... it's been awhile since i see them.. really had fun that nite... took alot of pictures too... went home at 1am something and went to bed straight without bathing... coz was really tired......to be continued&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113353131181874129?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113353131181874129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113353131181874129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113353131181874129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113353131181874129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/12/shermans-bday-partyi-hadt-seen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113331140690495997</id><published>2005-11-30T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:11:27.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last Day of 2nd Last Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;It doesnt matter what day, what month or what year is it... daily routine continues.. have to wake up early in the morning, feed both dogs, and go to college early so that i can get a nice parking place... after a day of class and that's almost the end of the day.. exclusing tv, dinner and computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2005 new year resolution was to put full effort on studies as my result determines my future to be a successful businessman like YTL or...whoever..haha.. just finished exam and i thought i did my best. results will be out roughly on early january, few days before my birthday... hmmm... what 'present' am i giving myself? lets wait till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also another thing that i wished since.... who know how many years ago... something that when u pick up the phone, u dare not touch the keypad; or when u really need 'its' companion but u will not dare to ask because afraid that it would created troubles... another year has passed, i dont think i am 1 step closer to obtain it...or have i not notice that it is already with me? hmm... god gave us too powerful brain that we use them to make things so complex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113331140690495997?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113331140690495997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113331140690495997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113331140690495997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113331140690495997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/last-day-of-2nd-last-monthit-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113287815995817310</id><published>2005-11-25T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T08:25:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary School Reunion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's weird to see 1 of my primary school friend's contact flashing on my hp coz the last time those small kid friends called was a year ago when we had our after-spm gathering.. well, the 1st thing in mind was haha, another reunion, cool~! the 2nd thing snapped into my mind was that erm....we had our gathering at KFC, that's very very uncool.... nvm... lets pick up the phone and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i thought, i am invited to a coffee shop look alike western restaurant for gathering.. haih... at least better than KFC. In fact, i shouldnt use the word 'reunion' as the title of this post because only about 10 ppl will be going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nite, didnt even plan to get dressed properly as the place is just coffee shop with aircon, so i wore an orange t-shirt, a knee length shorts and slippers and reached there at 8pm as planned. It was 8pm SHARP.. went inside and had no sight of any1 i recognise, so i went out of the shop to call 1 of my friend.. felt so embarressed coz the waiters looked at me 1 kind like i am a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"iongsik, so sorry la i am at 1u watching jay chou..u enjoy your time there ya?" WHAT??!!!! i thought u were coming!! for that moment i thought i was pranked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tap tap* hey iongsik, why r u here? let's go in man.. we thought u wont b coming...&lt;br /&gt;i must b blur or being blinded by ghost that i didnt see them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical gathering for a bunch of people who hadnt met for a year.. we asked things like hows studies.. got bf? got gf? what's your future plan... bla bla... however, i think we made the most noise in the house coz customers started to leave after an hour or so.. we were the only table left inside.. lol.. dont care.. we continued laughing and screaming and yelling and 4gotten to order food and drinks..bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FInally the waiter came to take order then only we realised.. most of us only ordered drinks.. I felt kinda left out that nite coz most of them are now at TAR college, so they have much to talk about.. I went up to this left-out-too girl and chat..hehe.. she used to b dark, tall, quiet and gentle, but now she is fair, short and pretty~~ wooo... probably coz her gentle-ness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there until the waiter came and said that they were gonna close the shop.. one of my friends decided to 'tapao' supper for his whole family.. haha... funny la that fella.. he went home like aunty carrying basket at the market. I really had fun that nite, though some didnt turn up coz of jay chou... Hope to see u guys again man... and let me choose the venue next time... :P dont wanna go KFC and coffee shop with aircon places again LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113287815995817310?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113287815995817310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113287815995817310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113287815995817310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113287815995817310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/primary-school-reunion-its-weird-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113266476470552813</id><published>2005-11-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:10:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Tiger &amp; Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;After exam is really boring so i went to rent this japanese drama called "tiger &amp;amp; dragon".. i just finished the final episode and i was touched and almost cried... before the feeling goes away, i would like to share some about the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is all about 'rakugo' (traditional japanese jokes) where a person in kimono will sit on the stage and tell long long stories about how silly are we human. One day, this gangster, Yamasaki had received an order from his boss to collect loan from a rakugo master of 5million yen. however, the rakugo master obviously no money to pay coz cant really earn much from rakugo.. the tradition of hearing rakugo is dying.. Finally yamasaki decided to be his student and the tuition fee will be taken as the money for his boss.. He decided to help out because the master is actually his friend's (riu-- dragon) father... Yamasaki's name as rakugo master's student is Tora (tiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the begining tora showed no talent at all and the few episodes was really boring coz had to watch all the craps that he spoke.. but some of the stories are really funny, u guys must watch to find out.. after each performance tora will pay his tuition fee and b4 his master could keep the money, tora would change back to his gangster personality and goes like 'WWOOI!!!!! WHERE's THiS MoNTh'S MONEY??!!!" lol... they always repeat the same process every episode and my bro and i would go like "AhAhAHHAhAhHAhahAHAhAHHAhAhahahahhhHAhAhHAAA.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps... the feeling went away... bleh~ seriously, go watch the drama then u know why am i wasting my blog space to post today's topic.. hehe...LOL...HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113266476470552813?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113266476470552813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113266476470552813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113266476470552813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113266476470552813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/tiger-dragon.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113241042984227958</id><published>2005-11-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:29:38.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ruined Class Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I remember the class started to go crazy over year end holiday and class trip since the first week of college, we talked about going Pangor and have a wonderful bicycle ride touring the island and watch the sunset, we talked about going abroad even!!! To Hong Kong Disney land.. Of coz that's abit too much and the idea was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 1 year now and holiday is just at the corner.. 1 day, Ken the class monitor called for meeting after class and decide where to have holiday together.. 1 of us said that it would be easy if we go penance coz got contact on accommodation and transport. DEAL~ almost of the class agreed with the idea and we left the discussion aside due to the final AS exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alrite.. those who are going to penance please register and pay up before next week~!" hmm... was relieved that they are still keen to go penance. So i paid the deposit of RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day..... "eh, i cant make it lar.. i going Japan." " I am so sorry that my parents dont allow me to go" "u not going? then i dowan to go also lar"... In the end i will b the ONLY guy going!!!!!!!!!! the rest are future female legal practitioners~~~~~~ ( at 1st 16 people said wanna go, now remain 9) Should i pull myself out from the trip? no good lar.. the organiser already so pissed off at everybody.. besides, it's bad to 'ffk' other people, definately unacceptable in the business world, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM THE ONLY GUY!!!!!! i am gonna share room with girls.. eat with girls... shopping with girls... buy bra with girls... ARGH~!!!!! cannot tahan... U guys are great man... leave me alone... knowing that the male population is so few still wanna b so evil to me... I am in dilemma.. somebody save me~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113241042984227958?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113241042984227958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113241042984227958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113241042984227958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113241042984227958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/ruined-class-tripi-remember-class.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113232334399194401</id><published>2005-11-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:30:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Meaning Of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When the 1st beam of light shines on a new born baby, the parents would probably b the happiest people on earth. Are they happy because the baby is their 'investment'? Is it because s/he will be the new member of the family? OR are they happy because someone is going to suffer sickness, old-age and death with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has been bothering me since my parents taught me that every human will die. Of coz that time i didnt think that much, at most also felt sad coz i will be seperated from friends and family.. however, now in am 18, another point of view about life lingers in my mind every now and then.. Darker, deeper, scarier point of view....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when i lie down on my bed in the dark room... i imagine that i am in the coffin, no air to breathe, and unable to move any part of my body eternally, leaving your love ones crying.. and then my body will be buried under the ground. my flesh is gonna be food for microorganism, my bones will eventually turn into ashes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all my hard work today to become as successful as possible tomorrow, it is REALLY unfair to leave it behind when i am gone.. Is there a heaven? If it is just what people say to make us feel more peaceful to leave the world, that will be the end of myself. My life will stop at the day i die, no chance for me to see my parents again, no chance to come back to 'visit' my family... Is that what i will get after almost 1 century of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i will get the answer when THE TIME comes.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113232334399194401?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113232334399194401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113232334399194401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113232334399194401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113232334399194401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/meaning-of-lifewhen-1st-beam-of-light.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113206596557297859</id><published>2005-11-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:32:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body Pump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, EXAM OVER!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!! so kesian la my other classmates still got 2 more weeks to go... well.. good luck.. bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since i attended body pump class.. the last time was a few days after SPM. wow.. that's long.. hehe Anyway.. went to the studio and grabbed myself 17kgs of weights and fixed 12kgs onto the bar (the other 5kgs are for me to modify the bar for different exercises).. it started off quite easily, hmm.. i guessed i was still fit after 1 year. but as the class went on.. 12kgs started to feel like 20, 25,40.... oomg.. the instructor was still going strong conducting the class and i curi tulang-ed behind, haha.. supposingly to do it 50times for example, i only did 40 or 35..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour of body pump, i felt my body much lighter and pain of coz.. then i went to measure my body fat ( i am fat ler..haih) it dropped 200calories.. woohoo... felt satisfied and went to shower.. I must had stretched myself too hard in class that i couldnt lift my arm to wash my body.. i thought i tore my muscles..hahaha.. btw, in the end i still manage to bath myself slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was about to sign off and go home, i saw my secondary school friends and waved to them from the counter.. they were too busy working out and didnt notice me.. no fun~ and walked to my car.. EH?! WHERE IS MY CAR KEY?!! i must had dropped it on the way coz my arms were really really painful and tired.. i walked along the path that i took back to the gym, and before i could open my mouth, the receptionist passed me the key.. PHEW~ i left it on the counter desk while signing off.. bleh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and had bak kut teh with family outside................. my whole hour of workout wasted......... t-h-e e-n-d..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113206596557297859?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113206596557297859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113206596557297859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113206596557297859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113206596557297859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/body-pumpfirst-of-all-exam-over-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113187803343464645</id><published>2005-11-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:33:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;First day at New Japanese School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Recently i found a new a new place to learn japanese, it's much cheaper than the one i used to go, because it is a non profit organisation ( i wonder who sponser them)... today's the first day.. my class is from 10am-12pm and 1pm-3pm.. dad fetched my bro n I to the centre which is located opposite Lot10 shopping Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE.... It's a very old building, looks like those preserved since World War II... however the interior was ok, neat, clean and comfortable.. NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER.. lol... we went to the counter and said we r new and entered the library since it was only 9.30am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg... i should have come here much earlier... it is an anime paradise~~!!!! they have all sorts of manga, anime, drama in the library.. of coz they have educational section also lar.. o well, i ignored that section, bleh~ all the books are in japanese though.. i picked up "Blackjack" to read, after awhile it was 10am n i went to class to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break from 12pm-1pm, i went to explore the whole centre, not bad man.. they have active cooking classes, culture club... had lunch with bro at secret recipe, i ordered beef lasagne and bro ate fish and chip.. nothing interesting fun happened during meal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class consists of 11 students.. there were 2 super noisy ppl sat one at each end of the class and would talk to each other.. the whole class was suffering from noise pollution for 4 hours straight.. why can't they sit next to each other and have their own sweet time whisper to each other ears????!!! haih... no eye see lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed doraemon comic book coz other manga's language is quite deep :P nevermind.. wait for me in the library, i promise i will "berjinak-jinak" with every manga books on the shelf... HMP!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113187803343464645?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113187803343464645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113187803343464645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113187803343464645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113187803343464645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-at-new-japanese-school.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113177281296703148</id><published>2005-11-13T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:26:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/320/KICX0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/320/KICX0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/320/KICX0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A New Family Member &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Don't u think our house is abit too big and could easily attract people to break into the house?" my mom brought up the topic one evening during dinner.. Just because of that 1 sentense, my dad installed alarm system, CCTV cameras around the house and upgraded window bars and glasses.. besides, he decided to have another guard dog at home.. COOL~! thats what i call security~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my sis suggested to buy a German Sheperd coz of it's reputation and loyalty. the next day we went to the pet shop to see if we could get one.. the pet shop belongs to my aunty's friend, so we kinda hope for a better discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"We are looking for a guard dog, do u have a german sheperd in the house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" U want German sheperd ar? they are no good actually.. pretty easy to kena diseases, besides, they are lazy dogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woo... we thought it was the best guard dog ever.. we started to argue about it and the shopkeeper also couldnt tahan us d.. finally she said let me show u my guard dog.... "MAX!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HUIYOH, the next thing we saw was a huge~ HUGE~ giant dog which looks like pasar malam dog but quite fierce. It's a Belgium Sheperd (never heard of it..lol) it has the face of German Sheperd but the fur colour is different. my dad fell in love with MAX instantly and said deal~ let's buy that.. we bought a 2 months old male baby belgium sheperd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHat should we call him? my bro said " NEJI! (naruto character)" haha... he really obsess with naruto.. STUPID father wanted to call it "leopard" come on... of all names on earth.. why leopard?? dont change it's species lar... my mom worse... "KOPI"... my goodness, lets buy another dog and call it "teh o ais limau"... but in the end.. mom won.. we call it "kopi"..........................wordless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now Kopi is growing healtily and happily at my "cipalak" house.. my under construction house is not in good condition yet.. scared later Kopi cannot cope with the environment and die... however, Demon (my 1st dog) guards the under construction house in case any1 steal contractor's stuff... I hope that when we shift back, Demon is not jealous about having a new dog to share his shelter, water, food and love.. they should work like The A Team and protect us from evil people... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113177281296703148?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113177281296703148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113177281296703148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113177281296703148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113177281296703148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-family-member-dont-u-think-our.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18868134.post-113172075404088621</id><published>2005-11-12T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:27:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/320/KICX0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to Japan under student exchange programme and get to know a few families where i stayed at their houses for almost a month. That was a year ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;1 year later, 1 day, i received an email saying that 1 of my hosts, Imai-san and his wife are planning to come to malaysia to visit me.. ( i guess they miss me, i am a good boy at their house) scroll down the email........ OMG!!!!! they r coming on the 7th and 8th of Nov~! how am i going to study for my economics exam which fell on the 9th???!!! haih.. what to do ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the schedule Imai-san gave me, they will be reaching at KL at 1810.. my family was excited about it.. DUH!!! they never see jap b4 in their life.. everybody got ready at 3pm and i was still playing PS2 Naruto game.. hehe... Mom nagged and nagged and i finally got prepared at 5pm and we went to Mandarin Oriental Hotel (next to KLCC) to wait for their arrival.... If they r reaching at 1810.. they should b at the hotel around 7.30pm.. we waited at the hotel... We took the opportunity to look around the hotel.. they r damn rich man.. staying there 1 nite is about RM700+, the interior was perfect like joe millionaire's house.. 7pm..8pm...9pm...10pm... what's going on? are we at the correct hotel? my dad went to ask the receptionist.. LOL.. i think the person probably thinks that he asked the stupidist Q on Earth. In the end, Imai-san called and said their flight delayed 2 hours... will b there at 11pm.. "ZHA DOU"!! i was so so tired d... and nvr studied abit for exam.. We chit chat a lil they they finally showed up and i said i will b their tour guide for the next 2 days and we went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went museum negara, KL tower, Dataran Merdeka, National Mosque.. apparently we toured the whole KL.. the best part for me is the national mosque.. it is the 1st time i enter a muslim temple.. had to wear some weird costume b4 enter..hmm... actually there was nothing inside the mosque other than walls... tiangs.. walls.. and toilets.. Everytime after a visit they will come back into the car and said 'ahhhh.....atsuii neee ( very hot)" lol... luckily they dont stink after sweat... Not sure if they had fun.. but sounds boring to all of u ya? i was bored and worried okay~~~ went home n studied till 2am. that nite lied down on bed like laying a pig on the platform.. couldnt feel my legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i took them to melaka.. they were shocked to see oil palm fields.. sakai punya orang... lol... then i explained to them those are potential vehicle fuels in my lousy japanese and they went like "WOAH~!" Nothing interesting stuff happened there, other than they had not seen a coconut.. they thought it was magic that there were juice in the coconut. after that Imai-san requested to go Starhill Gallery because he wants to buy Loius Vuitton wallet.. told u he is rich... We rushed back to KL after 2 hours visit in Melaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Starhill Gallery.. Imai-san pointed at 1 of the wallet.. it was colouful.. looks more like a purse because it was long.. the shopkeeper insisted it as a wallet.. fine... "how much is it?" "rm3000" WHAT THE???!!!!! i saw that in pasar malam b4 and it was only rm25..lol... there wasnt any shocked emotion on his face... he then calmly walked to another counter and requested for another wallet.. this time it's rm1900... he bought it... i had nothing to say...&lt;br /&gt;Finallywe had dinner and said sayonara with them... phew.. felt relieved after 2 days of hardwork... today i received another email from them saying thank u for everything.. lovely people... my exam was great... :) next time i must go back japan again to kacau them... revenge.. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/1600/KICX0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5217/1856/320/KICX0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18868134-113172075404088621?l=iong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/feeds/113172075404088621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18868134&amp;postID=113172075404088621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113172075404088621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18868134/posts/default/113172075404088621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iong.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-japan-under-student-exchange.html' title=''/><author><name>iong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06051866141860009025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
