tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212432042024-03-13T20:13:22.206+08:00oh pelixjaw.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger484125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-7492563800997890032010-12-31T18:16:00.003+08:002010-12-31T18:46:22.751+08:00Last post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/2-10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/3-10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/4-12.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/5-9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/6-8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/7-9.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/8-6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/9-6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/10-4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/11-5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/12-4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The photoshopping started with me gasping saying </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>"I went Serendah this year? I thought it was last year!"</i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was an eventful year, definitely. Where a lot of things happened unplanned and came smack right on my right cheek asking me to make desicions lol. A year where I learnt a lot of things about life, about myself, and about people. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next year is going to be a highlight of my life. Whether its a good or bad thing. I've started to learn how to cook. Settling the plane tickets and University payment on my own. Started to pack things up and filtered stuffs, and memories at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">New Year Resolution? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. I need a change.</div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Let the change decides what's next.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good bye 2010, year well spent I'd say. Now I go get my pompom ready.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-74173788493714019012010-12-25T16:30:00.003+08:002010-12-25T16:44:01.874+08:00ChristmasSo I had an odd Christmas this year.<br /><br /><br /><br />Waking up at 10, cycled out and had breakfast alone.<br />Came back home and the accountant lady is in the office.<br />Greeted the lady, chatted for a while.<br /><br />Then it was 11 o'clock.<br />Where I decided to walk out of the office.<br />Mum's sitting beside granny looking at her, talking to her.<br />Granny has been ill, all these while.<br />And today we all noticed something's different.<br /><br />Dad's home at 12.<br />He had a look at grandma, suddenly someone mentioned about bringing her to the clinic.<br />It's Christmas Day.<br /><br />So we carried grandma into my little Proton and off they went out to look for doctor.<br />So I was home alone.<br /><br />I wandered around the house for a while, and sat down in front of the computer screen.<br />I walked out of the office and took a bath, then dad's back.<br />To take grandma's IC and medical documents.<br />Then they drove off again.<br /><br />I watched a movie on my laptop, August Rush to be exact.<br />Then when the clock strikes 3, they are back. Grandma is not, maid too.<br />So grandma is hospitalized.<br /><br />Dad say he's hungry. He drove out for lunch.<br />Mum and I walked to the backyard to observe on the two guy that came to harvest the coconuts we planted.<br />Dad's back say he's still hungry.<br />So we cooked.<br /><br />Then 3 of us had lunch together, the house felt empty.<br />Mum's telling me how grandma need to go for an X-ray. We talked a bit about me going to Sydney, about mum going to KL and about the maid, and how obnoxious she can be sometimes.<br /><br />The fan's spinning at the living room, I can hear Biri growling alone at the front door.<br /><br />The tap is running at the kitchen.<br /><br />It's Christmas, <span style="font-style: italic;">and the house felt empty. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-36758491979516239362010-12-21T18:27:00.001+08:002010-12-21T18:34:33.636+08:00little mr sunshine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d3uwin5q170wpc.cloudfront.net/photo/60339_700.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 639px; height: 442px;" src="http://d3uwin5q170wpc.cloudfront.net/photo/60339_700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">calvin oh calvin. =D<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-5917205476485139412010-12-20T02:30:00.003+08:002010-12-20T02:47:25.212+08:005 yearscan you believe it. this is the age of this blog.<br /><br />I started the blog during like day 3 when I started A Levels, and ever since, I started my life as a blogger ( well, not a very committed one unfortunately ) since then, now reading back my blogpost in year 2006 ( that's for me to do, not you, I beg you, don't.) and I see how things has changed.<br /><br />A Levels has been a fresh experience to me, it is one fraction of my life in KL, the education fraction, and all those KTM rides, then that long walk to the college. The typical blocks I had to visit, the same ol' place we go for lunch, the same ol' bunch that downed their food in 10 minutes and off they fled to the land of DOTA. Then meeting new people, people outside PE4, meeting Melody, Yorshee, Melanie. I thank you KL, for the wonderful one and a half year. It started off well, at least, not as bad as I imagined it would be.<br /><br />Then come along the Diploma, another fraction of my life in KL.Meeting new people, gaining new interest, doing new stuff. Archeeteks, Studio 7, Digital Lab, Photoshop, 3ds Max, Redang, Singapore, Tokyo, Lakeside, IP, Vietnam, Wongkok,BTADCAMMN, Student society, and before I manage to had a full grasp of what is actually going on, I graduated from Taylor's. and officially marked the end of my education life, in KL, in Malaysia.<br /><br />2 hours ago, I just finished packing my last luggage and stored it into my boot.<br /><br />and now I am sitting in front of the com, doing my last check in before I go to bed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you KL, for giving me such a wonderful 5 years.<br />Thank you for brighten up my life with these bunch of people, with those exciting encounters, and those experience and I loathe and disgust and never want it to happen again.<br /><br />You showed me a lot about myself that I never noticed before.<br />And I love you for that.<br /><br />Life in Sydney is going to be so much different from you, KL, maybe going home is a good start to getting use to it, or even learn how to adapt to it, isn't it ironic that home is the training ground of isolation, that's what you get when you're from Perlis I guess.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />so good night <span style="font-style: italic;">KL</span>, I see you in January, as a visitor.<br /><br />PR Status : ExpiredUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-69515396224770316442010-12-15T23:09:00.003+08:002010-12-16T02:27:57.331+08:00i am supposed to prove that i am damn free<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/12-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 698px; height: 464px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/12-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">[malacca trip horror movie poster attempt 1. finalized version is on facebook lol.</span>]<br /></div><br /><br />.......so here i am.<br /><br />Just so you know <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mee Sedap w/ fried egg attempt 2</span> is friggin deng successful.<br />So I'm not very bad a cook after all.<br /><br />............................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />and I terignored this page, the moment I started typing "I terignored this page, the moment I started typing" is already like an hour later already lol.<br /><br />So the scholarship application is unsuccessful, Kijun's officially going to RMIT and I'm officially sailing my way to Sydney alone. I don't know whether to be happy or not. Yes very true I'm very excited about the whole idea of studying overseas, but it's always nice to know that you're not alone to start of with. Apart from this, tonnes of things needed to be done while I'm in KL and back in Perlis. Needed to accept the offer and start to do payment and enroll subjects, renew passport and update my cafe world. Mum is now a facebook game addict, imagine the day when she got her iPad.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(SUBTLE HINT: DON'T BUY IPAD FOR MUM, YOU'LL SPOIL HER. NO SIS, NO.)</span></span><br /><br />I've been doing a lot of aktiviti gantung di luar. Needed to hangout with as many people as possible before I officially go back to Perlis. sigh, we need to go economical on the hangout already people I'm broking. hahahah (broke, ing.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I started twitting, again.<br />One thing about twitting is that personally I dont see the point twitting using a laptop cause usually, people do it via Iphone or mm, i mean, BB (wtf is mm) and I, for one have to go to twitter dot com then update it there which I felt quite damn a little bit not so much completely sakai. So another thing I can't wait to do overseas, tweet, like I mean it lol. and I successfully convince one lecturer to start tweeting with her iPhone mwahahaha I'm now a follower.<br /><br />Heading back to Perlis this coming Monday, and going to camp at home for quite a number of weeks I don't know what to do. Maybe I should start watching all those movies I've gotten from Douglas and Kijun hmm.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">TRON, FRIDAY, STOKED =D<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">piu piu piu piu piu piuuuuuuuuu<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">(p/s sophia i know you'll be reading this, good luck in your final crit and get well soon.)<br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-48195469352397755442010-12-13T23:17:00.009+08:002010-12-14T00:30:10.492+08:00Cook logSo my brother went out dinner with his friends at Jogoya, came back with rants and disappointment, apparently the quality dropped, anyway the rant came back 2 hours later, so the point is I'm home alone.<br />And this is what happened.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Time : 9.20pm</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Venue : Menjalara Crib Pantry</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Objective : cook, friggin, dinner.</span><br />Standing in front of the table,<br /><br />I looked to my left, I saw 2 empty basket and 1 small bowl with 2 small garlics, some dirty cloth, a rice cooker, a few comic books, my Samsung phone charger, three AAA batteries, 70 cents, a smart cooker and a packet of MeeSedap.<br /><br />I looked to my right, I saw my towel hanging on the chair.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">So I've decided to cook Mee Sedap, </span>and I had a great plan in mind.<br />I opened up the fridge and now cue some holy music with angel falling from heaven backdrop please, I found an egg.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">So I've decided to cook Mee Sedap with egg</span></span>( cue holy music with angel falling from heaven backdrop again please.)<br /><br />Bear in mind that I had 2 packets of Mee Sedap and an egg, a spoon and a smart cooker. only.<br /><br />1 - Opened the cabinet and reach for a bowl.<br />2- Pour hot water into the smartcooker and set it on BOIL mode.<br />3- Killed some time walking into the room and played a round of Plants VS Zombie <span style="font-weight: bold;">(+5pts)</span><br />4- Water successfully boiled<span style="font-weight: bold;"> ( +5pts) </span><br />5- Dump noodles into the hot water and went back to the room<br />6- Played The Tings Tings - Shut up and Let me go<br />7- Until the 5th time she ask me to shut up and let her go, I went out and check on the noodles<br />8- Noodles are hauled up with spoon and a chopstick ( can't find the other one). <span style="font-weight: bold;">(+8pts)</span><br />9- Seasonings added into the noodle with a healthy ratio<span style="font-weight: bold;"> (+10 pts)</span><br />10 - Poured excessive water out of the smart cooker and set it to FRY mode.<br />11- Make sure that the smartcooker is completely dry, wiped the cooker surface with kitchen paper <span style="font-weight: bold;">( I AM THE SMARTEST HUMAN ON EARTH +50pts)</span><br />12- Poured cooking oil.<br />13- Breaked the egg<br />14- Egg splatted on the surface of the smart cooker and I bid goodbye to sunny side up fried egg. <span style="font-weight: bold;">(-5 pts)</span><br />15- Freaked out for 3 minutes as I dont have a spatula or to flip the egg.<br />16- Used only the spoon to DIG the fried egg out of the deep smart cooker<span style="font-weight: bold;">(+10 pts)</span> and placed it on the noodle. and it looked like lizard poop.<span style="font-weight: bold;">(-10 pts)</span><br />17 - Final touching up with the fried onions came with the Mee Sedap packets.<br />18- Completion.<br />19- Dine.<br />20- Done eating.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">(+5pts)</span></span></span><br />21- Noticed that the bowl I used to eat the noodle is dusty on the outer surface.<br />22- Eyes bulged.<br />23- Opened the cabinet and found some spider webs on the other plates.<br />24- Dumped the bowl into the sink and did the freaked out dance for 45 seconds.<br />25- Washed the dirty plates and went back to the room and sulked for 2 minutes.<br />26- Blog.<br /><br /><br />there, now I am a little bit blonder.<br />and this is the story of how I ate my dinner in a dusty bowl.<br />and meet my blonder self, Felicia.<br /><br /><a href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-13.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 720px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />[ I know there's a term for this innerself character the right word just won't pop up to my brains right now, must be all the trauma and stress gotten from the indian lady from the IELTS Centre, you should see her face when she affirmatively told Kijun and I how hard is it to score in IELTS. I peed in my pants after listening to it ( I didn't.)]<br /><br />So many things to blog about grr. and internet is a bitch with the capital W.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Came back from Malacca feeling fat and contented. <a href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/22.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 707px; height: 474px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Great place great food great company. </span><br /></div><br />And prom and crit and this and that, I owe this blog too much of an update sigh. slowly lah.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-2224555812593391952010-11-10T01:58:00.003+08:002010-11-10T02:34:48.205+08:00show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/woot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 732px; height: 488px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/woot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />is coming to an end.<br /><br /><br /><br />Honestly I don't see this coming so soon, but at the same time I can't wait to graduate and get it over with Taylor's. Then the long break. then the things we do before we go to Australia. Then we part, I part.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Remember the pictures we're supposed to compile throughout the pass 6 semesters, pictures that we find it stupid and funny? do that shall we/</span></span><br /><br /><br />So it was interim today, and I'm satisfied with the comments I've got. It made all the shit I have to go through for the pass 5 days worthwhile. For the record, I've never stressed myself out like that, since, Studio 2, which was a year ago. The amount of pressure I put myself into, and a lot of important ( at the moment) quick decisions needed to be made. Sat in front of the laptop for days without proper sleeping hours, or odd. I scratched my hair last night, and looked down on my palm. My hair starts to fall, again. Bad sign. And within 24 hours, I manage to : start physical model and gave up 2 hours later on, got my rhino crashed twice and overwrote a previous progress on the later one -- which has 3 storeys different, andddddddddd I cried. No seriously I did. I was <span style="font-weight: bold;">that</span> stressed up.<br /><br />Honestly these are the shits I put myself into when I am, too, free. I started to think a lot, more than I used to. And it always ended up badly, where I failed to manage my own thoughts and emotions and gets very upset. Things are changing, I noticed that myself. And I am still at a phase trying to get used to the amount of things I have to handle alone. Semester 6 is very different for me. And I think its about time to start to live like that. And by day I have to get used to the picture that I might be the only person among our gang going to Sydney. Wouldn't like it at all when it happens, and if you know me well enough, I don't like to be left out on everything. And updates makes me<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> yerrr. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br />Learn to be more independent, tick.<br />I've got 3 more weeks to go before everything officially ends, and end it with a bang I will (try to), why not.<br /><br />I started my day 7 hours earlier and end with a pine of Kilkenny, and thousands of laughter.<br />and at this moment, life is at its very best. who knows shit will happen in another few hours time, my brother might just wake me up from sleep and ask me to fetch him to the train station, but till then. till, then.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-68263135094275477522010-10-28T01:32:00.003+08:002010-10-28T02:33:39.430+08:00prollly not the right time to say hi but.hello<br /><br />i've been staying up late doing nothing for the past 3 days<br />it was called studio hours but i don't think i utilized it well.<br /><br />these are the few happening event on my October.<br />Birthday, stupid STUPID assignment, Adam Glambert Glamnation Tour in Malaysia<br />and Archifest in Singapore<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i need to go sleep, talk later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/2-7.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/DSC_4393.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 821px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/DSC_4393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/3-8.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/2-7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 761px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/2-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/4-8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 793px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/4-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/3-8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 826px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/3-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-12340561041169649992010-10-08T19:33:00.002+08:002010-10-08T21:54:22.097+08:00say hellofacebook asked me to say hello and write on this wall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well no facebook didn't, and I guess I owe this wall a big apology for not been updating it for so long. Hey I was busy. With Assignments.<br /><br />So I might be not the right person to complain about assignments, since I've got no IPressure. And people in my batch are taking their IP so seriously because the projects they got this semester are actual project, like, if they really win the project, their design will get built. So I've only got 2 subject, studio and stupid. Studio is so far, exciting, and stupid is so far, or maybe forever will, stupid.<br /><br />Did I told you I've went to Vietnam?<br /><br />owh maybe I didn't. So I've went to Vietnam, when was it- 3 weeks ago and spent 4 days at the Ho Chi Minh city. It's definitely a different experience being in the city, something that you will only get to experience here. Come on, what's better than having a roundabout in front of your eyes with millions of motorcycles going two directional, and you have to cross the roundabout. Don't know where to shoot Final Destination 5? Here you go.<br /><br />Tasted Balut, the half-form-chicken-in-an-egg-thing.<br />Went under the CuChi tunnel, the little passages excavated by the Vietnamese Army during the war with the USA<br />Fired an AK47, AND a M16 how'bout that.<br />Slept in an orchestra performance in the Saigon Opera House, and, well almost snored.<br />Owh, my first tequila shot. Don't judge me.<br />And got yelled at the face by a vendor in the market, for not buying stuff from her, after promising her ( i didn't ) that I'll return to her and get some T Shirts.<br /><br />"YOU! YOU LIAR" and on and on and on.<br /><br />I'll post up some picture, soon, I hope.<br />and I've got some manual drafting for studio to do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On a random note, I've started to drive to college =D.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-47468404162960757502010-09-14T22:07:00.002+08:002010-09-14T22:28:16.804+08:00hipopowas on a phone conversation with my granny, supposedly wishing her happy birthday.<br />and it goes something like this.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : mum, she's there?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mum</span> : yeah hold on. [passes the phone to granny, can hear mum say "listen, listen its your grandson"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : hello?<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me </span> : hello, po? [po, as in granny]</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : hello?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : hello, po? I am Tat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : yeah yeah got got, got voice hahaha.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : [getting louder] <span style="font-weight: bold;">PO. CAN HEAR ME ANOT, I AM A TAT AH.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : hello?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PO, I AM AH TATTT. HELLO?</span></span> <s> is it me you're looking forrrr</s></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : [passes the phone back to Mum]<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : hello.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mum</span> : wait wait wait i pass it to her again. [ passed the phone to granny, and mum said " listenm got voice one just listen" ]<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : ["mai lah (don't want lah) geliiiiii "(its "ticklish", i think she meant the phone wtf.)</span>]<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mum</span> : ["a tat ah, he wants to talk to you" ]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : hello, po?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> : arrr?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Me </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> : I am ah tat ah.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Granny</span> :<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ah haa wa jiak pah liao.</span></span> [ yes i eat already.]</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">EPIC I TELL YOU.</span></span><br />so well at this point i am really erupting soon, so I decided to say Happy Birthday to her properly and pass the phone to my sister.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister </span>: hello po.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister </span>:<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">hello po.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sister </span>:<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:400%;" > <span style="font-style: italic;">hello po.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />happy birthday popoh. just get healthier soonsoonlili pingpingahnahn lah.<br />going Vietnam this coming friday. oh, so, stoked.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-85042317169674837232010-09-05T15:14:00.002+08:002010-09-05T15:36:51.844+08:00Supersunday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/11-4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 557px; height: 749px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/11-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">yes, it runs in the family.</span><br /></div><br />G'day mate. After months of sleeping in this room, <span style="font-style: italic;">you know, the new house, the shoplot and that room without any openings,</span> for months, I'm finally feeling the freakiness of it. Sitting in this enclosed room, I'm like totally out of contact with the world already, (well not exactly, i've got wimax hehehe. ) every night I sleep at 2, and wake up at 9 or 10 in the morning. and today, I woke up at 1. How awesome is that.<br /><br />So the ultimate PE4 gathering, V2.0, The Return of Melatigogo AKA Farah has finally came true, thanks to Ming. It takes a gazeeboom amount of facebook emails for me to get everyone come together, got to arrange transport, got to ask him to fetch her to do this do that ; as for Ming, it's just one simple text, and damn everyone just gathered up on time, and sembanged the night away. It was a rather great night actually, finally get to see everyone, especially Keat, after the MIA season. And well ahem, apparently we're meeting up again next week, and apparently I have to pick up Farah,<span style="font-style: italic;"> IN HER JUNGLE TO MY ULTIMATE KING KONG BALLS HORRORNESS.</span><br /><br /><br />frigging cibs, right.<br /><br /><br />Okay I don't know how this happened, but in 2 weeks time I am going on a trip to Saigon, Vietnam.It was a rather quick decision, and I am very surprised mum and dad are cool with it.<br />A thousand bucks for a 4d3n trip about food and architecture. I am personally psyched up about it. I hope it's all worth it, yeah <span style="font-style: italic;">Alina</span>. Speaking of trips, aunt has finally gone to China the day after she retire, which was yesterday. If you checked out my facebook, I've uploaded a picture of all the gifts she has received on that day itself. Like the caption says I've never seen so many gifts in my life before, piled up in front of my eyes filled up the whole living room ( living room pft.) ranging from cards, to a friggin LCD TV. I wanna retire everyday lol.<br /><br />so yeah, I have to start typing industrial training report wtf.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and oh more more thing.<br />Dear fatimah, what have I done to you?<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/Untitled-1-8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 627px; height: 454px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/Untitled-1-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="font-size:400%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I ATE THE ATTENDANCE LIST AH ? WTF.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-33645631651932201782010-08-31T22:03:00.003+08:002010-09-01T11:08:51.890+08:00Yellow Wall Incident<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/profilepicturelol2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 720px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/profilepicturelol2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">current profile picture (up), lol.<br /><br /></div>one fine day when people decided to bring DSLR into the library where the gypsum boards partitions in between the group study rooms are painted with nice bright yellow colour.<br /><br />then,we,snapped.<br />was fun, was fun. and i call for a second round ! we should do it before we graduate.<br /><br />well, as promised, your profile picture fiona. [as i typed out her name she was commenting about how i don't feel cold (we're in the library) and indirectly insult me having fats. ]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/fion.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/fion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/megan.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/megan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/doublepeace.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 687px; height: 493px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/doublepeace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/doublepeace2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/doublepeace2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/point.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 637px; height: 427px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/point.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/nwehav4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/nwehav4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/chatty.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/chatty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/next.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 838px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/next.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so, yes. second round people?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-80797276924432992352010-08-26T17:20:00.003+08:002010-08-26T17:33:08.780+08:00time log<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"></span></b><blockquote><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">current location : library.<br /></span></b><br /><br /><br /><b>5.05pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>mac sucks. i don't know how to use it. therefore.<br /><br /><b><br />5.06pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>multiple attempts to add tab in the stupid safari browser. failed.<br /><br /><br /><b>5.08pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>two guys walked in and sat beside me. each of them occupied one mac computer.<br /><br /><br /><b>5.10pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the guy at my left fucking took out his mac book and placed it right beside the mac desktop.<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">THIS ULTIMATE POYONESS OF KINGKONG BALLS.</span></b><br /><br /><b>5.11pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the guy at my right asked <i>" how to add tabs in safari ah"</i>. ding, saviour.<br /><br /><br /><b>5.12pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>the poyo guy with king kong balls, reciprocated <i>"command + T"</i><br /><br /><br /><b>5.12pm<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></b> OS : <b><i>COMMAND + T</i></b> !? WHAT KIND OF POYO SHORTCUT IS THAT!!? WHY CANT WE JUST CLICK THAT WHEEL BUTTON AT OUR MOUSE?<br /><br /><b><br />5.14pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>googled <i>"how to right click using mac mouse"</i><br /><br /><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br />5.15pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i>"command + click" </i>ah it works.......<br /><br /><br /><b>5.15pm</b> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> "</span>mac book sucks. cause I don't know how to use it. therefore." , share. and its on facebook =D</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-44437217465349470592010-08-11T16:31:00.002+08:002010-08-20T23:30:20.886+08:00Singapore Strike 4 #2 - Old<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/4-7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 585px; height: 438px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/4-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">oops, I di(ffusedglow) again. =)<br /></span></span>2 angmoh kids playing at the water feature in front of Wisma Atria.<br /><br /><br /><br />----------------<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Now I'm just gonna dump this bunch of pictures here and get started on thinking about studio.</span><br /><br />And I typed that out weeks before today haha.Um, now the first studio assignment has completed. We did okay I guess, overall. And I think my Photoshop skills has deteriorated, sooner or later ( if I don't find a way to improve it ), I won't be proud of my Photoshop skills anymore. Therefore need to look up on Typography design and also a lil'bit of Graphics. sigh.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Didn't do much photoshopping, and didn't take enough nice pictures. Therefore the sad amount . Double sigh. ( oh this is regarding the Singapore trip. )</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/35.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 579px; height: 776px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/5-7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 675px; height: 504px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/5-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/12-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 675px; height: 504px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/12-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/26.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 667px; height: 489px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/31.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 616px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />Okay side note, spent a weekendover with Melody in Kuantan. I missed the bus again ( first time it was the first trip to Kuantan , with Tzuying. If you still remember, Mel. =) ) It was an awesome eventful day. And also now she should be snoring loudly on the plane on her way back to UK already. She was telling me, "Aries are good emoers", when we're on our way to breakfast that morning) and I asked her,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />" which part of my face says emo?"<br />And damnit, she's right. =(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-57433572711203730722010-08-09T16:24:00.003+08:002010-08-11T16:31:19.184+08:00Singapore Strike 4.1 - NewOkay so I went to Singapore for the weekend, you don't really need to know why. It was last minute, unplanned and rather spontaneous.You should see me like freaking out in the library checking out places to stay or bus tickets. It was a very bad-timing-trip, with the fact that I have to give up the only chance to see Mel, ( she came down for the weekend) and almost missed the PE4 Dinner. Now I'm back, still feeling bad about ffking Mel, though the trip itself was good.<br /><br />Been to places, new places old places. Revisited OrchardBugisMarinaBay (doh where else.) Seen the merlion, like, finally. And get to see, the Marina Bay Sands, like for real, instead of some online renderings.Singapore is colorful, it was a great experience, visual wise heh. This Singapore trip worth a series post hehehehehe. 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/22b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/34b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 613px; height: 817px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/34b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/34b.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/28.jpg"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/23b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/23b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/9-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/9-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/11b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/11b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/6b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/6b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/7-8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 794px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/7-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Stay tuned for more. <span style="font-weight: bold;">HAN.</span><br />Singapore Strike 4 #2 -<span style="font-weight: bold;"> OLD</span><br /><div><a href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/30.jpg"></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-68553628251317384432010-07-29T19:10:00.002+08:002010-07-29T19:18:49.058+08:00SNSDChinagotaprettygirlhahahahahaI am sorry, I just, need to blog about this.<br />You know how I used to have this addiction on the GeeGeeGeeGeeSNSD song? ( okay fine I'm still crazy about that song, I don't know, it's the tune that easily stucked in my head but) <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">ANYWAY.</span></span><br /><br />Guess what I've found today?<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkbsUWiHwbA&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkbsUWiHwbA&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />I, literally, fell down from the chair laughing. Whenever the second part comes out. This is just a Nobel-worthy discovery. Seriously China, you never fail to amaze me.<br /><br />*rewatch the video*<br />Okay now I am off to another laughing spree.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-65628361921814095562010-07-26T14:37:00.002+08:002010-07-26T14:55:39.008+08:00I'll be back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/Doodle.jpg?t=1280126480"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 644px; height: 372px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/Doodle.jpg?t=1280126480" alt="" border="0" /></a>I think i am going back there very soon hmm. if the timetable allows =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">oooh by the way, the eagle has landed.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">AYAMBACK.</span></span> in pandora. <span style="font-size:85%;">*grab vine and swing*</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-65566224176893690532010-07-22T22:14:00.002+08:002010-07-22T23:34:37.550+08:00oh dear officecurrently listening to <span style="font-style: italic;">Gee</span>, again. Some thing called re-addiction.<br /><br />currently in Kepong OldTown again, and I am now having two upper lips. Happened when you knew that you are allergic to seafood, subconsciously (cheh.), but in reality you still order it and eat it, and then you subconciously regret it, then in reality your bottom lip swollen and had two little bums on the surface of your bottom lip, with a tiny valley in between, and formed an upper lips. Not only having a big mouth, I am now potentially having two mouths. wtf.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Mel, is, finally, back.<br />.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/comehome-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 711px; height: 533px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/comehome-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />can't wait to see you. i go there, or you come, either way. can't wait.<br /><br />Today marks the end of my internship life in MMN. Well, technically it's tomorrow. But the deal I had with Mr Mas working in MMN is supposed to be, helping out on the competition plus somethingdifferentonceinawhile. So, the things about the competition I sudah siap, polished up the last rendering today. So far for all the renderings I've done, I photoshopped every single one of it. Diffuse glow like mad. But I am very satisfied with the outcome, personally. I thought I did a not-bad-job with the photoshopping part. Mr Mas is satisfied with it at least heh heh heh.<br />Also, am not sure whether I am allowed to post it up here, after all its a competition, tak nak lahhh tunjuk orang lain so early still. The competition supposedly due, tomorrow.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >AND. GUESS. WHAT. HAPPENED.</span><br /><br />Tuesday, we rushed our ass off, rendering, cadding, typing report, and layouting the board.<br />Wednesday, we rushed our ass off, rendering, typing report, photoshopping, and layouting the board.<br />Wednesday <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">5pm</span>, we were told ( well, no, Joseph sort of announced on facebook,) that the competition deadline has been extended. Mr Mas stomped over to my workstation, stared at the screen blankly, and asked Stacie to check PAM website, and it's true. They were, as I quote, <span style="font-style: italic;">PLEASED</span> to announce that the competition deadline has been extended. Not next week, not the week after next week, <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >NEXT FUCKING MONTH.</span> (Politics, what the hell.)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">so in the end, mr mas smoked<span style="font-weight: bold;"> in </span>the office.</span><br /><br />so I went in the office today, and facebooked till 11.<br />Rendered the last scene, photoshopped the image.<br />and back to facebook at 2.<br /><br /><br />Then we had a small farewell teatime party, Puan Shida brought a brownies cake for everyone. and two special cupcakes just for us. Made a quick speech, about how I really enjoyed my stay in MMN, and how much fun I had working there. Then we snapped pictures, lotsa lotsa pictures. Sigh, too bad its coming to an end, tomorrow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/giftoftheday.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 701px; height: 524px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/giftoftheday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/boss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 710px; height: 532px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/boss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>and that's the nicest boss I've met, so far. thank you for everything mr mas. I'll see you soon, I hope.<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay sis is finally bored, we're heading home. I actually got something more to post, but I guess I will do it in the next post,soon. Till then.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/giftoftheday.jpg"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-33721987919037313752010-07-20T22:08:00.003+08:002010-07-20T23:02:45.163+08:00look at me<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">then look at your man, then back at me, then your man, then me</span>.</span><br />I just watched that Old Spice commercial, damn it's random.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinemablend.com/images/news/18333/_1272521935.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 589px;" src="http://www.cinemablend.com/images/news/18333/_1272521935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Inception was awesome, I mean,<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> FUCKING AWESOME</span></span>.<br />My sister and I were supposed to watch it tomorrow (can't believe my brother don't want to watch it, he rather watch Eclipse wtf.) And last night my sister and I walked pass the cinema at KepongMetroPrima, stared at the now showing screen, stared at the clock. stared at each other,then stared at Leonardo Dicaprio lying on the beach, and stared at my brother's angry face as we made him waited for us at the train station to pick him up, for 45 minutes.<br /><br />Well, that's for picking Eclipse over Inception. (no lah i am kidding)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/12/15/inception-poster.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 666px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2009/12/15/inception-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />No seriously, Inception deserves an Oscar, the script, the visual effects. I find Kent Watanabe sort of out of place there (not the mafia face though), and Ellen Page suits the architecture student character perfectly.(yes architecture student). Personally not a big fan of Leonardo Dicaprio, but he's great in the show. Like, Arthur.After watching that van rolling/hotel corridor gravity spinning fighting scene, I started seeing stars spinning in my eyes. If I watch the 3d version, I'd vomit. heh. Salute to Joseph Gordon Lewitt.<br /><br />and Marion Cottilard.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">LOVE.</span> Love the french accent heh.<br />I admit that I was lost half way through the show, but luckily that I manage to pick it up in the end. I don't mind watching it another time, just to get the picture clear. Imagine my left eye staring at the actors and right eye at the subtitle. Nolan took years writing the concept, and another half a year to polish up the script. Apparently he's inspired by Momento, both show has that similarity, of self-doubting whether one is being in a dream, or fantasy, or reality.( I am as thrilled watching Momento back then.) Salute, Nolan, Salute.Definitely a 5 stars show, DEFINITELY.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(stares at Eclipse poster)... <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">6 stars. </span></span><br />__________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >It's a tiring, disappointing, and disgusting day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Tired of human relationship, family, friends, what they say, what you've heard, what they did, how they talked to you, how you responded, how you've insulted them, how insulted you are.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Disappointed on the amount of effort spent on work, and the outcome is surprisingly bad. The laptop is not cooperating with you properly, a colleague that walk pass and stared at your screen, gave a "whoa/wow/huah/oh wow" comment (I am sorry, maybe he really mean it, but I believe he got some better things he can say other than those) and walked away. Boss is expecting a lot, and I only can provide this much.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Disgusted by the weather, by the look on that Jusco cashier's pussyface, by the people chatting loudly over the other table.</span><br /><br /><br />Sorry, I just needed to rant.<br />__________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x89/edwardbayntun/news/inception-poster-3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 636px;" src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x89/edwardbayntun/news/inception-poster-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">spot the similiarity.</span> what am i asking.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-21983484827937860602010-07-18T12:46:00.014+08:002010-07-18T13:41:13.903+08:00pantsI am now,<br /><br />slightly annoyed with the kid beside me constantly scream and yell and laugh for no apparent reason. On and off I gave that kid this scornful disgusted stare, hoping that she will get the message and shut the hell up.<br /><br />Okay it worked in the sense that she's not screaming and yelling anymore, and it failed as she's now staring at me even more. I am like now attempting to ignore her stare and stay focused on blogging but <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >SHE JUST WONT STOP STARING HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONCENTRATE WTF.</span><br /><br />My assignment for the weekend, actually, is to test render on the now 3d work MMN just came up with. And I've just wasted my yesterday did nothing. And I am supposed to show him, at least something on Monday. Everything dues on Tuesday. I am supposed to do 7 different render shots. And my sister need my laptop every night to do her work as well. So I am now like stressing out but I can't do anything about it. Okay maybe I need to do more research about interior renderings. Okay yes I should.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.9jcg.com/tutorials/montree_t/semi_outdoor_lighting/semi_outdoor_lighting_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.9jcg.com/tutorials/montree_t/semi_outdoor_lighting/semi_outdoor_lighting_10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >testrender1<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:360%;" >NOT.</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >That was some online tutorial that I followed, but the outcome is nothing, i repeat, NOTHING, like what it's supposed to be. The only part that I managed to pick up is the holy diffuse glow effect, which, OBVIOUSLY, I photoshopped.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" >I WANNA WATCH INCEPTION. NEED TO.</span></span></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-26203652009532557902010-07-14T17:49:00.002+08:002010-07-14T17:54:01.893+08:00i am in the office<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a.imageshack.us/img823/2735/mcomingfrom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 661px;" src="http://a.imageshack.us/img823/2735/mcomingfrom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>i am in the office<div>i am hungry and bored.</div><div>[16 minutes]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-70255477964142058172010-07-10T13:28:00.002+08:002010-07-10T14:09:53.359+08:00maggiemeesorry for the random title, inspired by the middle aged lady sitting beside me.<br /><br /><br /><br />This is the 8th yawn made. And I'm still stucked in Oldtown, with my sister. While waiting for the mechanic to call. SawMobile is currently being serviced heh.<br /><br />Dinnered with Yuan, Nicky, and Doug. and Junwin, (not under the same category) last night. It was fun, despite all the profanities made annoyedtheshitoutta the people sitting beside our table. Like some cussing goats on the loose heh, we talked about almost everything, and at somepoint got stucked at the <strong><em>"My school is more samseng than your school"</em></strong> game show. Where SriKL and WesleyMethodist representatives were debating over what they did during their graduation year, and the ChungHwa National rep sat aside and listened. Burned down the lab, blasted off the toilet bowl with....potassium, flooded the classroom, stole staffroom computer parts. And suddenly the high schools in Perlis are like, the, most disciplined high schools ever in Malaysia.Then I stared at Yuan, then I started picturing "me and my highschool friends stacked up the tables and chairs all the way to the ceiling and got scolded by guru discipline" ( we really did it. serious.) then bursted out into laughter. Ohhhhhhhhhh my highschool <strong>SUCKED big time</strong>.hahahaha.<br /><br /><em>The mechanic is supposed to call, like, 1 hour ago. Where, the, <strong>hell</strong> is he.</em><br /><br />I just noticed how my siblings update the songs they listen to, through me nowadays. As though I am the only person listen to music eversince we moved to the new place. Not that the songs that I listen to are very much updated also.My sis set Yuna and Bobeepbobeep as her ringtone, and my brother put Glee as his morning alarm ringtone <em><span style="font-size:85%;">( which is annoying, cause ended up I'm the one that switched off the alarm, and wake him up. <span style="color:#cc0000;">I wake up 5.30 in the morning listening to the same song everyday, just to wake him up and then try to get back to sleep.</span> And how <strong>dare</strong> he calls himself a light sleeper.)</span></em> We sang Kantoi like, almost every night lol, I think its the ukulele effect, everytime I strum the C chord, then semalam I called you you tak answer came along. Speaking of which, I've picked up a few new songs playing with the ukulele, maybe its really time to update my youtube page ( can you imagine, I haven't update after that poorly viewed Kings of Leon cover ), and cover a song with the ukulele. Any suggestions?<br /><br />And oh one more thing, I need to change my blog layout. I am getting bored with this one ady wor, but I am soooooo lazyyyy toooo dealll withhhh html. Stacie mentioned about Dreamweaver, but I know zero about it. And my rubyred is getting sick, I am so worried sigh.<br /><br />Wong Guan's back, guys. We should meet up.<br />And Mel's coming back in less than 10 days. Stoked.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-68693919882142266452010-07-09T15:30:00.001+08:002010-07-09T15:45:20.971+08:00The 500th post is gonna be short.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f7.wretch.yimg.com/cwwany/11/1775465279.jpg?22I73jlDcxFU63O8Tzy6M2lwh3H6wAw4CLtMZw6tkY0wf4YRh0WnwMj3bV4gQpyW"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://f7.wretch.yimg.com/cwwany/11/1775465279.jpg?22I73jlDcxFU63O8Tzy6M2lwh3H6wAw4CLtMZw6tkY0wf4YRh0WnwMj3bV4gQpyW" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>situation@work</b></i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-25635004979119578072010-07-04T17:54:00.002+08:002010-07-04T18:59:29.135+08:00work tmr<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 485px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/1-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><br />Life in MMN is getting hectic. With all the cadding and 3dmodelling working coming up next week. This weekend might be the last weekend I can spend breathing properly before the work starting to pile up next week. AND, spending 6 hours stoning in McD refilling coke 7 times in a row (deciding what to eat for dinner) is definitely not the way.<br /><br />Went for DATUM10', and the speakers are comparatively better than last year I think. At least I only slept for two lectures only heh heh. Sorry Alejandro, sorry Lucy, I just, don't understand you guys. I enjoyed Charles Renfro, the Thai and the Indonesian SUB. Which they threw us tonnes of interesting images and renderings and explained it along the way. Actually other than the 2 that I slept through, the rest are averagely good lah.<br /><br />And I didn't know Sou Fujimoto can speak english hehehe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lilian's back, Nicky's back, Mel's coming back, Fart's coming back, Ming's coming back. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />OH WHAT SHOULD WE DOOOO.</span><br /><br /><br />People asked :" what's so good about MMN actually?"<br />My answer?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/IMG_7292.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 707px;" src="http://i408.photobucket.com/albums/pp165/filikususama/IMG_7292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>well we didn't go there everyday lah of course. But once in a while, it's gooddddd enough hehehe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21243204.post-38475350561708221532010-06-27T21:20:00.006+08:002010-06-27T22:27:25.181+08:00New<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08REAg5qNH0Egm32w9dycoSRFnm4upV_e-feGvUDwqPvP11qQmPJz7mLTCg9Vuz6TQz8Y0xTP-UFDxULPV6YDW9cKf8UVKfpEJYCD1sjXoI-woG-WV711P3Yt704DRhxGA7WAgg/s1600/IMG_7174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08REAg5qNH0Egm32w9dycoSRFnm4upV_e-feGvUDwqPvP11qQmPJz7mLTCg9Vuz6TQz8Y0xTP-UFDxULPV6YDW9cKf8UVKfpEJYCD1sjXoI-woG-WV711P3Yt704DRhxGA7WAgg/s320/IMG_7174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443355819035506" border="0" /></a>I'm back.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://burwoodeast.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">[Jasoninspired]</span></a></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />*Megan's flinghairsaying* So, <span style="font-weight: bold;">hi.</span><br />Currently I am sitting in McD, sipping coke, andddddddddddddddddd hogging McD's wifi, with one simple reason.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WE FINALLY BID THE OLD HOUSE A SO LONG FAREWELL AUF WIEDERSEHEN GOODBYE, </span>2 hours ago. Lifting that piano up the lorry is a pain in the arses. There was 5 of us, 1 female mind you, carrying that elephant weight piano up at one go with an old lady yapping away aside using her Physics theory teaching us where and how should we lift. And<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> YUP</span>,we're officially leaving that house, giving the keys to the new owner and no more stepping into the premise andddddddd<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO MORE INTERNET CONNECTION FOR THE COMING ONE/TWO/THREE/FOUR WEEKS DEPENDS ON WHEN WE'RE GONNA GO TMPOINT AND REGISTER A NEW PHONELINE FML.</span></span><br /><br />the next line after this is supposed to be "never mind i still can online @ office".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">BUT OFFICE GOT NO WIFI.</span></span> *pull hair and cries*<br />can lah can go online but have to use abang bad's com, stealthily, when he's not around.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, the new house. It's located in Bandar Menjalara, right beside the recreational park, if you know where. My aunt's tuition centre ( which is where we are staying now by the way ) is some rows behind the main road, right in the middle of that whole shoplot area. ) Logistically worse, for my brother, where Kepong KTM is now like, ass further from home. And same thing will happen to me as well when college starts, soooooo junwinkijunjaypeejulianwhoeverwhoever heh heh heh heh i THINK I might mafan you guys more often already lahhh.<br /><br />Anyway, the new house.<br />This is the corridor and the door leads to our room.<br />The light switch is beside the main entrance, so imagine us running around this corridor just to turn the lights on and off.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWT0QAqPg-fmGHC1VdfFTOhyHY6losiG8gxfhxBcBR5-MY5WKQZLZL-yBLgjnWoC9bzmDLJScmvz9PAmlkWxrEzxlzb1I3MsJ0U1c9IyW_YZEzPITHrIAH9ysMjwdBohpo_HInQ/s1600/IMG_7178.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWT0QAqPg-fmGHC1VdfFTOhyHY6losiG8gxfhxBcBR5-MY5WKQZLZL-yBLgjnWoC9bzmDLJScmvz9PAmlkWxrEzxlzb1I3MsJ0U1c9IyW_YZEzPITHrIAH9ysMjwdBohpo_HInQ/s1600/IMG_7178.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWT0QAqPg-fmGHC1VdfFTOhyHY6losiG8gxfhxBcBR5-MY5WKQZLZL-yBLgjnWoC9bzmDLJScmvz9PAmlkWxrEzxlzb1I3MsJ0U1c9IyW_YZEzPITHrIAH9ysMjwdBohpo_HInQ/s320/IMG_7178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487448081374606466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrIt3GqnqA6KqWwQ_rIfx9grdxf0LHXmiaj9xT_KZ01EnKrpEDl1IXyyVVqFn6_c9zDfxRpyiToA2xxWht2sdvGuW4x6F8k-VZ97_uniXEfyTmGE2DqjPRgl2mtH7JJyxKVJkIg/s1600/IMG_7175.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrIt3GqnqA6KqWwQ_rIfx9grdxf0LHXmiaj9xT_KZ01EnKrpEDl1IXyyVVqFn6_c9zDfxRpyiToA2xxWht2sdvGuW4x6F8k-VZ97_uniXEfyTmGE2DqjPRgl2mtH7JJyxKVJkIg/s320/IMG_7175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443351603109634" border="0" /></a><br />and here's the room. sorry that it's a little bit messy. Haven't really settle down yet with stuff flying here there everywhere. and that pile of puzzle on the floor, was sister's past time last friday when she's sick, on MC and I drove the car to work, cause I woke up late.<br /><br />And oh about that, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">no fenestration in that room, we can't tell what time it is outside. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dangerous</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN3OUt4WDEe8wgphdQRmtPDxwd9bq5HRC2hVW4UfvSpGl4NN-w0N5gxbhs9iGGEsoljaUEGeGHbeYFRgOkLDvP52jpL0GktND9YDvs3hZ3fX19mnlk8zwulIFbuqBDuVFUtKbww/s1600/IMG_7183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN3OUt4WDEe8wgphdQRmtPDxwd9bq5HRC2hVW4UfvSpGl4NN-w0N5gxbhs9iGGEsoljaUEGeGHbeYFRgOkLDvP52jpL0GktND9YDvs3hZ3fX19mnlk8zwulIFbuqBDuVFUtKbww/s320/IMG_7183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487448050975298482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">But so far so good I'd say.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN0BlwHDxl606MRZcnrYHBha3S_G-_fCG8fsPNYhvvftG9SDwMLVamAayjaHcGPJuRmIb-ZS-BDSeAtW8BSoxxcTh9ZIBp0VcZ4j40Rt2eqjRm5A_9ywDdXE872IGQ0dWlQxcJg/s1600/IMG_7181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN0BlwHDxl606MRZcnrYHBha3S_G-_fCG8fsPNYhvvftG9SDwMLVamAayjaHcGPJuRmIb-ZS-BDSeAtW8BSoxxcTh9ZIBp0VcZ4j40Rt2eqjRm5A_9ywDdXE872IGQ0dWlQxcJg/s320/IMG_7181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487448065263976898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">and brought work home on the first weekend. not really work, work. But a little bit of reading up on Green technology. Got to go to DBKL on Monday. heh. And we ate oreo that day, therefore the "<span style="font-weight: bold;">I ATE DENNIS</span>" remark.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYWT0QAqPg-fmGHC1VdfFTOhyHY6losiG8gxfhxBcBR5-MY5WKQZLZL-yBLgjnWoC9bzmDLJScmvz9PAmlkWxrEzxlzb1I3MsJ0U1c9IyW_YZEzPITHrIAH9ysMjwdBohpo_HInQ/s1600/IMG_7178.JPG"><br /></a>It was yesterday when my sister asked me to get to uncle's place to pick up the parcel.<br />Only when she got it, then she passed it to me and say it's actually for me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXDHrHo1DnI961QWQl0mea1CZJbnoLrkmR12uWDdMd5aAtDXgLyBtdoa4-BrbpNhVHPUtOt_KC1gHQND7JnDfp31PIAVFPViWwTiIDFIFRjHOOVowscHgKueKm1Fzy1q3Zpky4w/s1600/IMG_7187.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXDHrHo1DnI961QWQl0mea1CZJbnoLrkmR12uWDdMd5aAtDXgLyBtdoa4-BrbpNhVHPUtOt_KC1gHQND7JnDfp31PIAVFPViWwTiIDFIFRjHOOVowscHgKueKm1Fzy1q3Zpky4w/s320/IMG_7187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443333923141154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GbnyC1tlQVkDjrxn0J3qkVY0faxy7iQF4GcYQGkqSQHCLZ0R5yMykk199uV6rMNvYH338kg69xglmhWkx991fULpyesECkBR8ovmck9MWFPI7gqV1BbC8Cjn3E6u9QiwGecksQ/s1600/IMG_7188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GbnyC1tlQVkDjrxn0J3qkVY0faxy7iQF4GcYQGkqSQHCLZ0R5yMykk199uV6rMNvYH338kg69xglmhWkx991fULpyesECkBR8ovmck9MWFPI7gqV1BbC8Cjn3E6u9QiwGecksQ/s320/IMG_7188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443343859728706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:400%;">FUCK.NO WAY.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh08REAg5qNH0Egm32w9dycoSRFnm4upV_e-feGvUDwqPvP11qQmPJz7mLTCg9Vuz6TQz8Y0xTP-UFDxULPV6YDW9cKf8UVKfpEJYCD1sjXoI-woG-WV711P3Yt704DRhxGA7WAgg/s1600/IMG_7174.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3MH8G-WCxJsVgvQA_gI8HwY6jcJBOzd1PeU61bX1_AmhSIs_hwXCFby_-0j1c5TzpOl0_Qy8O9SsfzJ3Kc4w-lBLiEPmjaqMSrs7Gj0KBJl9wPX4O2ZP2XpPMv4A5s44uFw3_g/s1600/IMG_7189.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3MH8G-WCxJsVgvQA_gI8HwY6jcJBOzd1PeU61bX1_AmhSIs_hwXCFby_-0j1c5TzpOl0_Qy8O9SsfzJ3Kc4w-lBLiEPmjaqMSrs7Gj0KBJl9wPX4O2ZP2XpPMv4A5s44uFw3_g/s320/IMG_7189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487443347244175314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">they got me a ukulele.</span> *selftossconfetti*<br />thxmumthxbrothxsismumumumuaxmuaxmuax.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GbnyC1tlQVkDjrxn0J3qkVY0faxy7iQF4GcYQGkqSQHCLZ0R5yMykk199uV6rMNvYH338kg69xglmhWkx991fULpyesECkBR8ovmck9MWFPI7gqV1BbC8Cjn3E6u9QiwGecksQ/s1600/IMG_7188.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXDHrHo1DnI961QWQl0mea1CZJbnoLrkmR12uWDdMd5aAtDXgLyBtdoa4-BrbpNhVHPUtOt_KC1gHQND7JnDfp31PIAVFPViWwTiIDFIFRjHOOVowscHgKueKm1Fzy1q3Zpky4w/s1600/IMG_7187.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">bring it on KANTOI!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br />okay Germany scored. *grins*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com191