<?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-4651240453125985300</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:16:28.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Life That Shines the Journey of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Living in this realistic and hectic world, being simple is not as easy as we thought. Does fame, glory, wealth and power that matters the most in our lives? Those do not guarantee a life that is noble and true. So, can you lead a simply life by bringing happiness to the ones around you?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7170430225224104131</id><published>2012-02-02T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:09:34.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>离别</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;有人说，失恋的滋味很苦涩，也有人说失败的滋味最苦涩。而我觉得孤单与离别最令人难受了。今天是个普遍的星期四，一个普遍的上课天，但我的生活却因为少了一个重要的朋友而有一点点的不一样。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许刚开始认识这个人是，也是没什么特别的普通朋友。相处久了后，却在心中留下一个重要的地位。曾经有人天天送晚餐到我房，当时并不觉得有什么出奇。但如今要在宿舍里看到他根本就是一个很显见很稀有的机会了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很害怕分开的感觉，在他临走前愿意初次逃课都要和他出去玩。看了一部很烂的电影，吃了一顿饭，拥挤在一辆KTM。临走的那一晚，他穿着红色衬衫来到我房，谈谈天，解决他对他的承诺。我害怕分开的那种痛楚，所以不跟随他到临走的一刻，也不愿意看他最后一次踏出我房的背影。心里真的好酸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天一回到宿舍，他已经不在了。坐在书桌上，看见他在我布告栏上的涂鸦，我又想到他了。好怀念我们三人一起在床上聊天的夜晚，好怀念你在我不开心时陪在我身边，好怀念一起去唱K，买衣服的日子，那些都是我遗失了的美好。不是说过要教我化学的吗？一天可以为我从D变B，你好厉害！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚又带着思念的心情走上他房间。平时很快就到的三楼，今天步伐怎么变得如此沉重？把门轻轻的打开，那熟悉的座位已经空了，那温暖的沙滩也不见了，而他更是已经离开了，自留下一堆笔记给我。心里好沉重，眼泪不断直流，要止却止不到。到底要几时才能平复这心情呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好久都没这么伤心过了，平时说要走，但还是会见面。但这次的离别，真的很难再见面了。想起难民唱说了再见和转身之后那含泪的一刻，眼泪怎么都不停的留下啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友，谢谢你！再见了。祝你前途无量，也但愿你不会忘了我。。。。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0NcK9AzA9M/TypfdInPUcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CAfpp5Eepvs/s320/DSC_0161%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704476832151065026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;也许这是你在我心中留下的一句话吧~&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/4651240453125985300-7170430225224104131?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7170430225224104131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7170430225224104131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7170430225224104131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7170430225224104131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='离别'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0NcK9AzA9M/TypfdInPUcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CAfpp5Eepvs/s72-c/DSC_0161%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8982788629058396948</id><published>2012-01-11T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:42:50.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Emotions?</title><content type='html'>A lot is running through my mind now. Trying to adapt this whole new sem and year. Well I suppose not everything is smooth though. Results became one of my concerns, Unit 6, my attitude (laziness) and environment stress rush through every single vessel in my body. How could I live with this?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is working hard already. CNY in a weeks' time, trial in a months' time! Yet I still laze around and cannot focus on my studies. W.H.Y? Besides, I fell like withdrawing from the crowd lately. Less outing perhaps? Less chit-chats perhaps? That's not something I want though, but it just comes naturally that I couldn't talk much to people sometimes. Somehow, I guess I lost my ability to communicate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, sometimes we just need to learn how to adapt. Study environment huh? Hmmm, I guess I just have to aim for the best and work for it. I hope these emotions will slip away eventually. God bless everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy chinese new year in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-8982788629058396948?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8982788629058396948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8982788629058396948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8982788629058396948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8982788629058396948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2012/01/simply-emotions.html' title='Simply Emotions?'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2881656151319942542</id><published>2011-12-29T13:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:53:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's December again. Few more days before saying goodbye to 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sem break is quite fruitful. Although it get bored near the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash back what I had done in December...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tour guiding in Alor Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j2tNqDAY4Y/Tvv7EBAEkSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YOaKNa0ik14/s320/IMG_9477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691418600519536930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;D D Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2s0kM8yR1M/Tvv7EnE4nPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZfGyvYhWmCE/s320/IMG_9547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691418610740272370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;AS Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Trip to Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXpBArArcEA/Tvv7tgf00HI/AAAAAAAAAmg/GGbyArBPNTE/s320/IMG_9666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691419313348857970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Langkawi Sky Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Y-TQrxd1Ys/Tvv8ZzlyfcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/azJ7k3ocMDQ/s320/IMG_9698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691420074388389314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Pulau Paya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Obr9J9BvpDo/Tvv_PUZmbTI/AAAAAAAAAn0/MsEafB3zuE4/s320/IMG_9829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691423192751959346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Snorkelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBTfptWijeM/Tvv8aMck4yI/AAAAAAAAAnE/bt4XH-ySi_8/s320/IMG_5837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691420081060635426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;With Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1TCJdjCwyzo/Tvv8apy-v9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/7_H_AYsEOEY/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691420088939233234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;Tongku aunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJTo7I48ymo/Tvv8bqHJP4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/W_gSWie1zPY/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691420106203676546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h4mBCuHiCw/Tvv9Oj-ka9I/AAAAAAAAAno/ZLvxN3Va4Y0/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691420980730424274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;With sister Yong Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No progress with my unit 6, but I'm satisfied with my holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;With lots of love, miss you 2011. 2012, be nice!&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/4651240453125985300-2881656151319942542?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2881656151319942542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2881656151319942542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2881656151319942542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2881656151319942542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/12/waiting-for-end.html' title='Waiting For The End'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5j2tNqDAY4Y/Tvv7EBAEkSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/YOaKNa0ik14/s72-c/IMG_9477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-4737350245932825569</id><published>2011-11-30T13:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:17:24.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沙滩上的故事</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;这是一则鱼与沙滩生物的故事。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;很久很久以前，一条淡水鱼一直住在平淡的淡水河流中。它向往到大海那繁华的世界看看。据说那儿什么有，从渺小的浮游生物到巨大的蓝鲸，各种各类前所未见过的生物都有。一天，小鱼终于鼓起勇气游到大海中。它尝了尝带有咸味的海水。起初还觉得很特别，而且在海水中更容易浮起，开始喜欢上大海洋的生活了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;不过渐渐的，小鱼开始发现大海并不是想象中那么简单，当中潜伏着许许多多意外中的危险。一天小鱼居处附近出现了一个海胆。在小鱼没留意的时候，海胆忽然涨起来，把小鱼给刺伤了。受了伤的小鱼，搁岸在一个荒岛上。荒岛上的沙滩很温暖，是前所未有的安全感。这时一只也受了伤的沙滩生物出现在小鱼身旁。它们俩互相照应，在那个温暖的沙滩上疗伤。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“我不想回大海了”小鱼说。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“你看大海多么迷人，而且还有海豚，鲸鱼，不好吗？” 沙滩生物安慰说道。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“可是。。。我好害怕，害怕再次受伤”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“大海始终是你的家，总有一天你也得回去的，别害怕。若受伤了，过来这儿疗伤歇息吧！” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;从此，鱼把沙滩生物当成了好朋友。开心与不开心都会和沙滩生物分享。曾几何时，鱼又变成了两栖类？也许鱼进化了，再难熬下总得学会活下去。沙滩生物更是一直呵护着小鱼，也让它学会了成长。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;回到大海中，小鱼更加坚强的面对大浪，也许。。。是从那沙滩生物上学来的吧。在艰难，沙滩生物仍然背着身后笨重的“家”往大海一次又一次的爬去。被浪冲走了，又从新爬起过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;一天，小鱼再次上岸了，想找沙滩生物一起叙旧。不过，沙滩生物不见了。或许它已搬到另一个沙滩去了吧。小鱼等了好久，但沙滩生物始终没出现。它不舍了，它又再受伤了了。。。原来那天就是它们见面的最后一天。。。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;。&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXlWiOSkOjc/TNcX-yl8KsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TnXlZZ9ZBwQ/s400/%E6%B2%99%E6%BB%A9%E4%B8%8A%E7%9A%84%E8%B6%B3%E8%BF%B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;对我生命中的沙滩生物说：&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;无论你身在何方，你仍然是我心中重要的生物。或许海浪会把我们在沙滩上留下的足迹冲走，但我们一同度过的时光我都回永远珍惜。曾经在我脆弱是伸出援手，也曾经为我带来不少麻烦与欢乐。其实一直都抱着希望将来还会见面，但是也许我只是你生命中擦肩而过的过客？我无暇多想，也无能揣摩未来。就让上帝决定我们的缘分吧。想说的太多，也许是表达问题，也或许是舍不得的缘故，许许多多的不舍就让它留在心中吧。我看见你的不完美，你为了保护自己而带上的面具。但我希望你无需在我面前强颜欢笑，总得让鱼有帮助沙滩生物的机会。沙滩动物没了，我不舍得，海滩也不再亮丽，不再温暖了。当然希望他日会重逢，只是说如果。。。如果以后不再见面了，就记得我们曾经有过的回忆，也记得那第一次也可能是最后一次的拥抱。真的很温暖～你带给我的点点滴滴，在心里。谢谢你！沙滩生物，你知道你是谁。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh-FHIIhvwk/TtaCfqtIDvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Vlx5cXcffIk/s320/2457331_222529979000_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871460525575922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sahFB53PZ5w/Ts-pWbaD8_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/id0FfNLhd9Y/s320/317415_249872971725764_184126658300396_676272_205941152_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678943857916769266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;那些年，我曾经就读过一所热血沸腾的男校。据说那时一所名校，而且许多风云人物都在那儿诞生。所以我无暇多想，也无重选择，只好报名就读。男校？影响中是全部yeng yeng的，老师也应该管教没那么严厉，功课少，娱乐多吧。我还以为会变成一个文武双全，血气方刚的少男。怎么知道“文”还算可以啦，“武”？更本别谈了，因为我就是运动白痴。进了男校，我才发现我的幻想与真实距离太远了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.s-mysoju.com/images/upload/240px-Hanakimiposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;男校？是这样的吗？才没呢！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;真可悲啊，暗恋班上女同学的滋味是怎样的呢？多希望班上有个长发飘溢，才华洋溢，样貌清秀的女同学。在音乐室里弹奏着，多么迷人啊！大概是这个样子的吧。会乐器的~不管是男或女，都很有魅力哦。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNU_B34Gj0o/Ts-xuCHtXGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/PZ3u6bwMR0Q/s1600/17_212114_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNU_B34Gj0o/Ts-xuCHtXGI/AAAAAAAAAj0/PZ3u6bwMR0Q/s200/17_212114_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678953059538787426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nui4GdPQSEc/Ts-xVeO1B9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/OqEo_g9coC0/s1600/2010311191632818.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nui4GdPQSEc/Ts-xVeO1B9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/OqEo_g9coC0/s200/2010311191632818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678952637588113362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv3CPcIvPYo/Ts-yk8azNmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hLe2c6ziVdU/s200/20090614221836-1026213819.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678954002901055074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;帅！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;初恋的感觉到底是如何的呢？有人说甜蜜蜜的，就像吃红豆冰一样。到底是不是真的？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu_LhBQVD24/Ts-zf2BvD7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/0Alc-ea6oHE/s320/20100903115724416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678955014797594546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;初恋像一袋红豆冰，转眼便溶掉，能回味的，是藏在心里略带轻涩的甜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;那些年，我们班上真的没有女孩。就这样和一群热血沸腾的男孩一起长大。枯燥乏闷的生活强迫我们到“外面”找女人。除了补习，就只是课外活动可以认识女生了。让我影响最深刻的就是光华校园记者团，从中学习了好多，交友圈子也扩大了好多。而那时候我们这般男生心目中从此出现了一个沈佳宜。一群少年总是围绕着一个女神。到底是他stick去她，还是她stick过来，这个谜底我们永远都不会知道。我们的沈佳宜，想见吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(254, 254, 254); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCLHTK_Wajs/Ts-4nzucT5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/hrlxtPtT2r0/s320/157669180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678960649176895378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;她？当然不是。我们的沈佳宜强多了！而且从不随便穿裙子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9y_NfrdJYY/Ts-5cFH61VI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_O22rQeN0tE/s320/20090408174947309916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678961547200353618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;她？差不多了，两者都爱唱歌，但她壮一点 =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cqklkaJ1TUA/Ts-7Dqq0oTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/K7zAGTKSCm0/s320/61498_1414381961211_1282410359_31068893_5154624_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678963326805385522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;就是她了！我们的沈佳宜!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;虽然那些年我们学校没有校花，但是却多了一个笑花，带给我们不少的欢乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qa8iAIM4DU/Ts-82aOIt6I/AAAAAAAAAk8/SBvoMjjlIw0/s320/xiao-hua.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678965298075056034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;不过多年来的磨练，她虽然还是会向恒发展，但终算越来有女人味，也越来越漂亮了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWCR5gvFs1g/Ts-9uePmjzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VOBU7D_6neo/s320/301016_2501696351818_1535231027_2609455_879703595_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678966261227622194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;可爱吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;她渐渐的变成了我们的大姐。我们一大班男生出去第一个一定会想要约她。我们的沈佳宜，还是交友非常广阔，会说话，会辩论的呢！而且还是个很好的聆听者，有心事找她就不必见心理辅导了。此外，学业上她也很厉害，办事能力也很强！虽然进不了厨房，但出得了厅堂，也上得了天堂。Shoot 人总是让你死得见不到尸体。所幸我们还有一位柯景藤可以跟她fight过。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RVntgIYc0F8/Ts-_tZpP3nI/AAAAAAAAAlU/90ooof1c2fU/s320/264633_1738540224682_1273925406_31465363_7963794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678968441836396146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;“看我的美男计”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;观众：“臭鸭干！！！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;只是忽然想起我们的沈佳宜，就写到了她。那些年，我们班上没有女孩，但是有你的陪伴，让我们高中生涯不孤单。谢谢你了，沈佳宜！在此祝福我那般好友考试顺利。那些年，我虽然没尝试过学校有女孩的世界，但却有一段难忘美好与残酷的回忆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;那些年，我们班上没有女孩。。。但是我们还是一样开开心心的活着。=）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;后记：沈佳宜，都叫你不要每天stalk我的blog作kepo了咯，还说我的blog有其他更好的用途。现在让你看到一些不应该看的东西了，后悔了吧！=P 你永远是我们的掌上明“猪”。&lt;/span&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/4651240453125985300-8811669333840735396?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8811669333840735396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8811669333840735396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8811669333840735396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8811669333840735396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='那些年，我们班上没有女孩'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sahFB53PZ5w/Ts-pWbaD8_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/id0FfNLhd9Y/s72-c/317415_249872971725764_184126658300396_676272_205941152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3370669551201661102</id><published>2011-11-01T17:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:07:35.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1/11/11. What a great date to post this out&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt; Deja vu, defined as an experience of thinking a new situation had occurred before. This word used to sound spooky to me, but it actually became my 19th birthday theme. More than a week had past, but those memories are still so vivid in my mind. The bliss is something I experienced before, sort of, but this time it's somehow different. Perhaps the deja vu experience is hard to explain. First and foremost, I definitely have to thank the main organiser of my birthday surprise, an important friend of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC91koLSOSc/Tq_DXQaD1ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tDfrzSmKK30/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;My sigui roomie (Big Grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Thanks for everything you had done for me, I know you understand what I wanna say. You are always a great brother of mine. Really glad to have you by my side. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Next, I would like to thank another planar which made 23rd Oct 2011 such a memorable day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orAbdMo4V-s/Tq_GJgPNHmI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eaEVL8dk8ms/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Another bestie of mine (eating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;难民，thanks for being the big surprise, somemore  your first time planning. I'm really speechless. U know what I wanna say already la. Well, EAT more =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Before I continue thanking everyone else, let me just simply recall what had happened before and after 23/10/11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;......Recalling......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;21/10/2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Honestly, it is not the happiest day in my life. I mean this is the day where IELTS results were revealed. Besides, the PMCians are having their interview. Refreshing the IELTS website a lot of times already but still failed to show my results. Finally at the final attempt where I said to myself, this time sure kena! The results really popped out. Haiz, but it is not as good as I expected. But still I'm happy most of my friends did extremely excellent. At least their hard work paid off. I'm happy for them, really. Then I followed my classmates to McD for lunch. I'm happy that finally we have a chance to eat together, first time so complete (tom also follow). Then after lunch, Michelle took something out from her bag, saying that's my birthday present. I stunned for awhile, really never expected that from them. Well yea, I know they had prepared something for me, but never expect something so thoughtful and effort and time-spending. I was really touched because they were so thoughtful to buy something that I need for a long time. Somemore, then made a wish chain for me and put it in the bottle, what a big surprise! Thanks my dear classmates: Michelle, Liting jie, Suwen, Chialin, JiaHuey, Rachel, Tom, Laihing, Wihong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCDp3AUGXLA/Tq_K5kp4NCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/0xi0R7S8n8U/s400/IMG_5560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;11M8 Forever~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;At night, we studied hard for Ethics exam. At least I feel I studied until quite late that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;22/10/2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning, with a sore in my gums. I dont really feel well that day. Then, we all bertolak dari rumah to INTEC for ethics test. I seriously forgot how I did for Ethics and all I knew was I was the slowest to complete because I really don't feel well during the exam. Hope I still manage to get an A please. When I walked out of the exam hall, I see everyone was waiting outside. Then, we go back together. I didn't join them for lunch that day because I had an ulcer in my gum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;During the afternoon, Yang and Raymond left the room. Made me curious what were they up to....(hmmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;At night, they made me think that they are going to celebrate my birthday that night. They brought me the taxi stand, making me think I'm going to somewhere else. However, we end up having dinner in Secret Recipe. Opps, sorry guys for making you all spend the money. No cakes, no birthday song, no gifts, I was a bit dissapointed la honestly. After dinner, few friends came to my room to watch Ethics video. Then, I waited anxiously until the clock strikes 12. I get a few wishes from my friends, but nothing special happened that day. What a peaceful night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;23/10/2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;I cant believe I turned 19th already. The day was just normal. Really nothing special happen expect I received a lot of wishes from my friends. It is the first year I celebrate my birthday without my family because I decided to spend that day with my friends, since it will the my last year with them perhaps. Maybe just for a simple dinner, I'm satisfied. Then, raymond told me he's going to subang. I know it's a lie. But oh well, really feel sad a bit liao that time. I mean, how could you leave your roomie alone in hostel huh? But I act like nothing happen, expecting nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Lunch time, Yang came and ajak me to eat with Jack, Sasa and Cimu. My ulcer ache so much that I cant even chew my food. But then, Zoey became the spoiler...Ehem! Made me expecting something at night pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;After lunch, I really feel there's nothing special liao. So I decided to walk around see any lonely souls will accompany me that day. Finally, ended up watching a funny movie in Fa ge's room, with wihong and laihing. Made me feel quite satisfied la after the movie, somemore I received calls from my family and CX. Mom asked me how they celebrate with me, whether they still remember my birthday. I said, they got wish me la, then got a simple dinner. Then my mom said, nevermind la, since everyone so busy recently. Celebrate or not doesn't really matter, come back home and we'll celebrate together. At that moment, I really felt a bit sad and felt wanna go back home straight away. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;When I went back to room, planning to have a good sleep, raymond was already back. Then he asked me to change my clothes as we are going somewhere. He told me we are going to Dawood to celebrate my birthday. At that moment, I really feel it was ridiculous, please dont prank me anymore la. Then I waited with Whoong at the bus stop. Suddenly I saw people coming, first zoey, then qiang ge, lai hing, yang, raymond. Then MJ and skyton came with his DSLR. We went to the taxi and raymond ask the taxi drivers to send us to Dawood. I was really blur what he's up with. We always joked about celebrating our birthday at Dawood, but takkan he's serious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;And so, I went to Dawood with Zoey and MJ. Finally we reached seksyen 6, with RM10. Suddenly I felt the nostalgic feeling. Cendana, the Petronas, Balai Polis, and the only place to eat (Dawood). It was raining that day, dahlah make me feel more nostalgic that day. Then, everyone arrived at Dawood. What a surprise to see Douglas there as well? OMG! Unbelievable, that guy always go back during weekend one leh!!! We sat down as like usual ordered something to eat. I just ordered a cup of milo panas as I couldn't eat anything. Eat chat, laugh. I really love that kinda feeling, couldn't describe that feeling. Finally, Yang and raymond took out a Pak Li porridge for me. They knew I cant eat anything, so they bought that for me. Somemore, it's extra soft one. WOW, really touching leh that time. Wei Yang and raymond so caring one. Although I also eat with pain, I felt very warm inside. =) Thanks guys, seriously that means a lot. Snaps! I just love taking pictures with people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8fDj2O1DSn4/Tq_VJaMYq5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/EOmwhRrA_RQ/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORQYTpaWG94/Tq_VJ6nlkzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ackZtqBq68s/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally the pro and handsome cameraman is in. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; After dinner, they blindfold me and brought me to cendana park. I was expecting the celebration will be there. Just like last year. They lead me to a place, walk...continue walking. Then raymond ask me to turn rounds and when I took off the blindfold, everyone was gone. Deep down inside, I was a bit afraid. Afraid that the old experience will haunt me again. But then, I believe in my friends, I know they wouldn't abandon me just like that. Without my spectacles, I felt insecure. And I had no idea where to head to. I walked through the cendana gate, walk back to our room. 2/208. A lot of memories flashed back. I remember how happy we were although we live in a serba kekurangan place. The smell, the water from the water cooler, Everything! seems to be the same, except the people living there are no longer us, but our juniors. I continue walking, until I reach the end. I still cant find them, so I called raymond. And he asked me to get back to cendana park. Then, I saw all my friends there. What a relieve, I feel like hugging them =) I know what you are up to, I know what is the purpose of blindfolding, abandon, and appear again. I know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, I was blindfolded again and brought to a place. Not again? Blindfold？I really dont like the feeling of seeing nothing but just rely on my senses. But then I feel safe when laihing guided me all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon, we reached the destination. I really have no idea what place is that. Feels like pasar malam, feels like some natural open air place, feels like I-city? I dunno. Laihing, Raymond and Skyton take turns to guide me walk around the place. Kinda tired walk for so long. I can feel a lot of people around. Then they brought me to a place with a lot of people queing up. Seems like a Ferris wheel, roller coaster? I really have no idea what to expect. After long hours of waiting, Skyton lead me to the ride. I took of the blindfold. Lights! That's what I see. Trees with lights, such a beautiful place. Then I hear friends shouting my name all along the ride, they were all around! Joy! I'm really speechless. A beautiful place with my friends around me. I reminisce the feeling so much. That kinda feeling was like a dream come true. Fairytale? Feels like everything is so perfect? I dunno how to describe it. But I just feel on top of the world that moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally the ride stops, I was blindfolded again. Jia En(as Jay Chau) sang a special song 彩虹 for me. It is really a song that means a lot to me. =)Then everyone sang along. I could feel all my friends around me. Wow! Then, unfold again...I see sherny holding the birthday cake. "Happy 19th weeding" it says...because I joke with raymond said I want a birthday cake? But I still love cheese cake la. Haha. Everything was just like last year. Deja vu! Then the pranks again lo....LOL....but this year's prank a bit "special". with all those professional makeup artist around. Made me look like 如花？Gosh, feel like slapping myself when I see those photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(This site contains images that no one should see, if you are below 18 or above 60, kindly leave this site)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn4iviQPdHg/Tq_d7_qeEUI/AAAAAAAAAho/GodItaMecl4/s400/DSC_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those who attend are there. I mean all except....guess who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m12x8LmzNRM/Tq_gMAgKOEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/VorqFi7gPm8/s400/DSC_0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;You know who are them. Ehem! Mei mei and his ehem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;No matter what, seriously I have to thank those 30 people who went so far to I-city and celebrate the special day (birthday) with me. Well, most of you won't be around me already next year. So, I really appreciate you all for coming and brightens up my day. You all shines better than the lights in I-city kay? Sorry if I had neglected some of you during that day coz too many people and pranks liao, but I definitely remember each and everyone of you. To: Sister, yang yang, potato, qiang ge, skyton (顿顿), ah jiek, cimu, douggy, laihing, sherny, dan dan, cinv, jack jack, sasa, check lung, mei mei, jiaying, chew kwee, teddy, wilson, fa ge, jielun, deng lijun, 38, sying, chunwei, ah ma, daughter, xiao xin xin, charsiew and sai zat!!! Thank you so much!!!! I mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Then like tradition la, I was asked to do something that humiliate myself T.T. Go take picture with stranger and walk around I-City. Thank god I think I scared away a lot of people with my looks. =P When I came back, more surprise to come. They (sister, cinv, yang yang, fa ge, and wihong) made me a big and special birthday card and folded me a lot of cameras which I wanted. I always wanted a camera to capture the blissful moments I spent with you all. Now that I have your photos on the card, I am really happy. Thanks for spending so much effort and time doing that for me. I will keep it nicely de. =) And sherny spent dunno how long wrote "essays" for me...really gan dong lo. thank you too..and the presents from sherny, jiaying, cheesiew, suhuey, xiu xin and jia en. Finally the 3-in-1 present selected by raymond I suppose. A belt that I always wanted to buy. Very thoughtful leh. Thanks to everyone who shared that present as well. I like it so much. Not to mention a special fan made by douggy with all my close friends' picture on it. I know you spent such a long time making that too. Thank you everyone!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Then we jalan-jalan, talk-talk awhile before going back. Me, raymond and laihing follow, sehying and chun wei's car back. But other friends were stuck in I-city, just like last year. Deja Vu again. Raymond was so "gan jiong" that time. Planner  ah planner, 辛苦你了。Luckily everyone reached hostel during the eleventh hour. Sei taxi driver and pak guard ah! Can't you all be more responsible (former) and less responsible (latter). And I received a call from zhen teng that night. So happy to hear from him, too bad the line sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;On that particular night, it rekindles an important friendship as well. It's really a dream-come-true day. A sleepless night it was, I slept very very late that night because I was too happy, raymond was sleepless as well. =) Intoxicated by the joy followed by my 18th and 19th birthday, I am really overwhelmed. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart, Thank you everyone! I mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wHhYh921l7A/Tq_uhkZv5kI/AAAAAAAAAi8/8fbCjYlMMhs/s320/DSC_0809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-49a-0iLVzHo/Tq_uf6w7HOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/7Qh_R1hwn60/s320/DSC_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao4cfS1NgEg/Tq_ugv2L4fI/AAAAAAAAAik/L97Qcp_UbWg/s320/DSC_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs-6jw4n2TM/Tq_uhahxgXI/AAAAAAAAAiw/O8RYut2S0lQ/s320/DSC_0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1mycehoOfQ/Tq_ufVcXl1I/AAAAAAAAAiM/og7yhNS6dy4/s320/IMG_5634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post birthday syndrome&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;1. I love the people around me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;2. I cleaned the hostel on 24th Oct 2011 for the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;3. I belanja my classmates domino on that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;4. I'm happy till now, even after more than one week had passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;5. I'm hoping time pass slower so that I can spend with the people around me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Eh, forgot to mention, raymond and me actually wear the same shirt like last year? Deja Vu again. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayKD3UtxAiU/Tq_rVJ0Oe0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/ptTdTavWQfE/s400/IMG_5629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvPjt1W3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/zom0qmj67qE/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;This Year/ Last Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;I am just too happy to study now. HEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Behind the Scene (spoilers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;I came to realised the plan due to several reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;(to-be-continue)&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/4651240453125985300-3370669551201661102?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3370669551201661102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3370669551201661102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3370669551201661102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3370669551201661102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/11/deja-vu.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC91koLSOSc/Tq_DXQaD1ZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/tDfrzSmKK30/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7043626972817396884</id><published>2011-09-02T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T01:15:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快乐</title><content type='html'>有时候，快乐就那么的简单。要求得越少，得到时开心指数就越高。还是人家平时所说的“期望越高，失望越大”吧！&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今天为一个好友挑了份迟来的礼物。半夜三更跑到他家送礼。只见他那开心又感激的模样，是我从来都没见过的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;感触：有时候有人对我们好，我们就把他当成是理所当然。等到有一天，他忽然不再对你好时，你才开始埋怨。人就是这么“犯贱”，永远把他所拥有的当成是必然的，是应该的。到底何时才会知足，惜福呢？而我。。。又说到做到吗？哈哈哈！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-7043626972817396884?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7043626972817396884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7043626972817396884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7043626972817396884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7043626972817396884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='快乐'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-5161343508795773845</id><published>2011-08-27T17:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:02:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The R Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"sigui" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39yarNrkhWE/TljDM4wPcPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DK56VWuygnc/s320/IMG_4365.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645476759069487346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhaling the breath of relieved, satisfaction and pride. Finally the plan was better than ever expected, and at least I have some free time to blog this out. 20th August, was the day before my roomie's birthday, and so I decided to plan a "surprise" party for him. After all, it was our last year celebrating together, giving in every inch of effort that I have would buy us a long life satisfaction and sweet memory. Thanks to every single friends that had helped out of course, you guys are just awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jy-ElD-Afqc/TljJxmvhEMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/68RLWdcrMSY/s400/DSC05358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645483986959536322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z77prTTiVik/TljDNjkofEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PraKk02zK6o/s1600/IMG_4500.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z77prTTiVik/TljDNjkofEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/PraKk02zK6o/s320/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645476770563521602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the actual day, so much things had to be done. Sigh, especially in a week full of tests and loads of assignment, sometimes I just felt like giving up. But some people and something within just motivate me to keep going. Collecting birthday wishes from all over the place was not easy. Especially asking from old friends scattered around each part of the country. It was not an easy deal. Some gave me full support, some turn me down with some harsh words (oh well). Finally, the wishes collected were really meaningful,   at least I manage to collect about 84 of them (still didnt reach my 99 target) =)  Making a 10 minutes video was tougher than I ever thought. Fuyoh, from shooting, compiling, editing and improvising.....it REALLY takes time! A billion thanks to Roland and Han Ying that spent so much of their study time helping out...thank you! thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pnSWD6wbzi4/TljNSWtwn0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/hPUOtQL0foA/s400/306745_2140259759148_1625803958_2155985_6878985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Behind the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHTW-_G95kw/TljJxoN24CI/AAAAAAAAAgM/nA6TesNhtsE/s400/IMG_4458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645483987355230242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First time eat subway jiu so kesian...T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day went smoothly in Sunway Pyramid, with full of surprises awaiting. At first was a small gathering with our secondary schoool friends. Then, the important girl appeared. And things happened according to plan. We had a wonderful dinner and celebration at night. Full of activities and surprises planned by Chin and the gang. It was really fun! At last, the hard work of roland, han ying and me paid off when the epic video was released. Hehe, he was really surprise to see his parent's wish. Hmm.....weird but I really felt energetic, satisfied and happy after the celebration. After days lacking of sleep, I still manage to stay awake till 3 am that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jauEtgXx1-A/TljDNcFJPOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sBlHVbBDDAw/s1600/IMG_4410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jauEtgXx1-A/TljDNcFJPOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sBlHVbBDDAw/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645476768552402146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KW6DTZjwTvU/TljDNkdnjaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-L_WJUdynMU/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645476770802535842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kita Kawan Lama- Friendship Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PJTuVOHivoc/TljDN-zzmWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4-fa_U3COsU/s320/IMG_4489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645476777874921826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7D8QI64BGGY/TljIOJqkQrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/8dQf4i3AiFY/s320/DSC05369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645482278347096754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Awww, look how sweet =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, what else can I say? To my vain, not so kind, not so handsome, happy-go-lucky roomie, happy 19th birthday. That's the least that I can give to you. I dont expect anything in return, but hope you know how much I appreciate you la. You might be happy next time no need to see me liao, but yea, just take care and be happy, bro =) You meant a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tyqy232oxQ/TljIOhs9yNI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QjB-dm6m3ao/s320/DSC05384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645482284799609042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jm5PvSy5qcY/TljINvu0YFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/u1rd8cWdOs4/s320/DSC05350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645482271385608274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DipGuBlTOS4/TljIOHdtDvI/AAAAAAAAAfk/50zMw_yQh_E/s320/DSC05407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645482277756276466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;That's for YOU, sigui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/4651240453125985300-5161343508795773845?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/5161343508795773845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=5161343508795773845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5161343508795773845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5161343508795773845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/08/r-project.html' title='The R Project'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39yarNrkhWE/TljDM4wPcPI/AAAAAAAAAe0/DK56VWuygnc/s72-c/IMG_4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8673278343829257077</id><published>2011-06-06T07:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:10:42.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想到就写</title><content type='html'>这次回来一个星期，回来看看老朋友有什么改变。反正都觉得一样吧！Form 6 的还是过得自由自在，好像度假酱。但是他们outing次数的确减少了，而且还变成灰姑娘。也对啦，还有半年就要大考是应该给自己一点压力啦。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;回来又听到几pair在一起了。随便啦，说不定下次会收到请柬，时间真的过得很快。又发现家乡改变了很多，建这个，建那个，天桥都快建好了。最近开始驾车到处走了。其实蛮容易的嘛，学会了几招。第一，要敢敢去驾，练习多了自然会上手。第二，不要管其他人怎么讲你都好，驾你的就是了。随便啦，反正挫折中成长嘛。第三，不能像考车这样驾车，just follow rules偶尔会害死人。还有一些鲁莽驾驶的人。竟然危险的在转弯区从左边割车，太过分了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个星期其实见到蛮多人的，没有expect到会见面的也有。最后学到了一个教训：时间多未必代表做的事会多。有时候时间多我们就会拿来浪费，每天投诉“显”，时间就不见了。果然我一个星期没有白白浪费。不管怎样都好，觉得家乡很好住，很舒服。有机会再见了！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-8673278343829257077?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8673278343829257077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8673278343829257077' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8673278343829257077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8673278343829257077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='想到就写'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-4073434540458531317</id><published>2011-05-22T19:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:50:26.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>转身之后</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YjT2_YYpbNE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;这是一则我与前室友的故事。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l7M8ND_wKaI/TdkPmmxRJtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/j_R0CRA01kU/s400/29229_1498522306675_1342671892_1344258_7175947_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531966783301330" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“和你相约在这里 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;有些是想说明 我的决定&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;你却不愿意听”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;记得那时我一个人去到陌生的地方，什么人都不认识。报名时最担心就是会不会找到一个好室友，坎坷的心情，怎么都停不下来。第一次遇见你，是在LH1 报名的时候。看到有位长得斯斯文文在我后面报名，赶紧去认识一下。嘻嘻。。。 ”你一个人吗？“  ”那我们成为室友好不好？“ ”好啊！你电话几号？等下我们一起报名” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sVE-FXdrDF8/TdkQMke4IiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/iOaGod-dOGc/s400/200518_1504377584171_1676207597_966524_2078630_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609532619004322338" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“我知道你想要逃避 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;不想问不想听 这段感情&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;已经快要暂停” 　&lt;/b&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;就这样，我们一起度过难熬的MAS week, 每天都被骂，每天都很迟睡觉。不过还好有彼此的扶持，才没有崩溃啦，还一起认识了很多人，也去到处乱乱拍照。=） 在别人认真读书的IRC里，在蚊子多得吓人的荒山野林里，我们都把当下的友情拍下来了。再说，雨后在彩虹下唱歌，更是我们俩共同的回忆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6aKZi0YmJ4/TdkPmU5omKI/AAAAAAAAAck/pmUdzgI_twY/s400/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531961986554018" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;听我说 从今后 　　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;我会一个人生活 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;没有我 的时候 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;你要一个人好好过 "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;不过痛苦与开心交加的日子只是延续了一个星期，我还是得离开了。去另一个陌生的地方重新开始。开心得当儿，心里还是有万分的不舍。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TXMHBH8hmVw/TdkPlZf1bsI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wR7JBd7Fb2Y/s400/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531946040651458" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;天空忽然出现两道彩虹, 也带给我们一段难忘的回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“在我转身之后 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;你却又抱著我 　　&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;在放手以后&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;不在拥有 彼此的温柔” &lt;/b&gt;　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;那天我离开了，你第一天去上课。没你在身边，我一个人到处去讨签名，填那张clearence form 真的好累。 东西收拾好了，望望床边的空床，忽然不舍的了。 回程的时候，忽然收到你的简讯，写张离别信给我，真的让我傻眼了好久。我读得很慢很慢，每个字都消化了，让我不禁感动落泪。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0zjgKFBJR8/TdkPmDfnqxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nRgt886zxvA/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531957314038546" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;那天很伤心，不过现在想起来，还是有那片天空守护着我们的友情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“在我转身之后&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;你的泪不停流&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;虽然心很痛 却只能说&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;分开之后 我就要远走”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;对不起了，竟然狠心的抛弃你一个人走掉。你在一个星期就如此了解我，还多谢你的谅解和照顾。 人家都说：“知音难寻”。 我找到了！而且还是那么短暂就成为好朋友的，我很珍惜。你人很好，笑容很多，又够创意的，真羡慕你现任室友。无论如何，我还是会很珍惜我们在E-01-28的回忆。当我感到茫然无助时，我都会望一望你与我分享的那一篇天空。我永远都不会忘记我第一任室友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMPRiU8q_Qo/TdkPnMkmnRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/I22J56y-fVk/s400/155134_1726162397535_1342671892_1862952_170402_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609531976930729234" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif, SimSun; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; " &gt;镇腾，再见咯，记得经常联络。=）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-4073434540458531317?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/4073434540458531317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=4073434540458531317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4073434540458531317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4073434540458531317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='转身之后'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YjT2_YYpbNE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3051511126893849715</id><published>2011-05-15T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:53:05.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, some might wonder what INTEC means. I would proudly say it's my alma mater (International Education College). This  is a place where lots of scholarship holders especially those getting JPA will land on before they fly to thier respective countries. The purpose of this post is just to give you guys an introduction on what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I would like to congratulate all JPA scholarship holders, no matter what country you get, it is still awesome, so be proud and contented. Basically, INTEC is like a study place for us and it does not provide us any accomodation. JPA do provide us appartments which were situated quite near to our school. There were 3 hostels which is Kolej Cendana (for male juniors), Kolej Akasia (female junior and senior) and Kolej Cemara (male senior and some female juniors). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm going to focus on Kolej Cendana as it was the place I stayed for a year already. It is situated in Seksyen 6 which have nothing nearby except for a mamak stall (Dawood) and an indonesian stall, also there's a mak cik selling food every everning in Cendana's compund. For every tuesday and friday, there'll be a pasar malam nearby as well. The bad news is, u'll have to tolerate these food for the whole year. In Cendana, the there are two blocks. Each consisting of 5 stories. Each appartment has 2 rooms. Room A which accomodates 2 people and room B with 4, total 6 in an appartment. Toilet, study tables, locker, and other basic requirements were provided. Other facilities in Cendana include gym, basketball court, study room(air-con), TV room, washing machines and computer room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Intec, there were regular buses sending students from respective hostels to school everyday. Though, sometimes when the bus is super full (I really mean it), u will have to stand until the stairs. Different prog were offered  in Intec namely A-Level Medicine (ALM) for medical students going India, Ireland, IMU and Nottingham. A-Level German (ALG) for German programmes. A-Level UK (ALUK), Australian matriculation (AUSMAT), Japan prog (KTJ), American degree foundation programme (ADFP) and Russian programme. There is a Great hall, a nice and new library, a gym/badminton court, other sports facilities, and 3 cafe' in Intec. Students will be divided according to their respective programmes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for ALM, MMMC, IMU, Nottingham students will have to take 5 subjects namely Biology, Chemistry, Maths, English （IELTS）and Islamic/Ethical studies. As for PMC students, maths is replaced with physics. Dress code in Intec is formal for every Monday, and appropriate for the other days, except for girls which need to wear Kurung for Friday as well (including non-bumis). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are various clubs that students can join here for example Hiking and Camping Club (HACC), Faci Team, Pears, Toast Master, Intec Japanese Cultural Club, Silat, Taekwando and etc....However, participation is not compulsory though but I personally feel that it would be better if you join at least one of the clubs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's a really brief introduction from me. Hope to see you soon, juniors (if you see this post).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: for more information, welcome to leave a comment. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-3051511126893849715?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3051511126893849715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3051511126893849715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3051511126893849715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3051511126893849715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/05/intec.html' title='INTEC'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8764417008055273902</id><published>2011-01-09T15:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:41:22.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我のSunway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;“这个周末要去哪里outing?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“kia, 去Sunway  =)”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Har? 又去那边？显了咯！！！”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;没错！Sunway 这个地方去过几百次了，但是没办法啦。。。最靠近我学校了，what to do? 最后我们还是搭T529, 转巴U62 去Sunway "wet"....呵呵&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;记得第一次去是很小很小的时候，跟家人去的。不是很记得，但是我记得有跟那只Lion head拍照，然后过去sunway lagoon玩。那时候住在乡下（乱讲！明明就是一个Bandar,只是没去过那么大的shopping mall 罢了麻）像山芭猴酱！看到什么都哇！！！！嘴巴开到苍蝇都可以飞进去那种。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;第二次还是什么叻是跟中学同学去啦。那时候还是AH1N1流感高峰期。要死咯，全部人都带口罩，最后回到还全军覆没（choi, 没有种流感啦，只是全部都感冒，吓到～）第一次去Manhattan Fish Market 吃，东西大盘有很腻。最后还吃不完，以后说不敢再去了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlmhAFfbiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cn-pGAWXD8c/s320/6536_1127275616154_1055091262_338569_6526751_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;不知道zomok那时有个大椅子&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlmhW8BTHI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qJQ19kbkAKI/s320/6536_1127275896161_1055091262_338576_2503304_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;小时候的Sister和 Ah Tatt在 Manhattan  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSloi3tZ_aI/AAAAAAAAAag/yDiypOCxeRI/s320/6536_1127275976163_1055091262_338578_482954_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Victor的Katak style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSloils7GXI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Ij642j1AmrY/s320/6536_1127274976138_1055091262_338553_7259726_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Ah Xuan bully Ah Tatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSloihQl0eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PzN-Z20jPKg/s320/6536_1127275016139_1055091262_338554_1003934_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;过后肥靖的turn, 可怜nia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;过后叻，搬来这里过后真的是恐怖咯，去sunway玩的frequency increase drastically。认识了一般３８的INTEC部队，每天都去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;sunway的。。。哈哈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlqvQffclI/AAAAAAAAAao/24SxEgQGylw/s320/73929_446879788601_599318601_5402813_1935078_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;大合照＃１&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlrncnDmxI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N6PanIxF100/s320/72268_446883483601_599318601_5402927_5529061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ah Ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlrnaBFwqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qx4-UjG-E9k/s320/71730_446883713601_599318601_5402939_2762010_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Mattiau 和 ci nv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;就是在这里第一次射箭。蛮不错的咯！拿起弓箭时几帅一下（暗爽）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Then, 还有一次跟佳靖他们在Sunway meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlt33DmWhI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Jn25XUTQh88/s320/IMG_3385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;老同学聚会　＝）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlt4Ooc8zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/YnmegpdBQyY/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Intec and KTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;在Sunway跟年尾仔庆祝生日（Roland, Vichard &amp;amp; Jon) 玩kek, 我想我们应该被Blaklist 了吧。去到那里都那么三八。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlwKhGb08I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OUpXaMZgSdA/s320/154175_469397298005_520758005_5645340_2763692_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;又在Sunway, 我约了远方而来的前任室友，Ah Teng...我们走了好久才找到传说好吃的Karl's Junior。真想念他，我们才认识几天，就那么融洽，感情可好呢！真得惜缘。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlxRpgjk7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/YK8FygXJ9Oo/s320/155134_1726162397535_1342671892_1862952_170402_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;（最难忘的电影，不知道谁选的）我们去看Skyline....哇！果然难忘（有去的都知道多好看）而且还是最贵的一次呢！！！ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlyZiIqMTI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Yh0rb02RzhY/s320/164475_485629783005_520758005_5890715_1744530_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我们的手势为skyline而比的咯~&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;最近再去Sunway滑冰，跌倒爽XD 其实是为了庆祝羊的生日啦。。。溜冰很爽一下，还是第一次呢，好棒啊！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSl0EasyxgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/a4_ZHI4AoLQ/s320/DSC02302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah Yang the birthday boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;最后还是对Sunway念念不忘。。。下次再去那边玩 =）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/4651240453125985300-8764417008055273902?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8764417008055273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8764417008055273902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8764417008055273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8764417008055273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunway.html' title='我のSunway'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TSlmhAFfbiI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cn-pGAWXD8c/s72-c/6536_1127275616154_1055091262_338569_6526751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-5910380090493267165</id><published>2010-12-18T13:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:32:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to do before you die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrzWS7fNq74?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrzWS7fNq74?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); "&gt;ou can't frame your dream, you can't download your first kiss, you can't tag happiness, what is the feeling of helping a total stranger? The only thing you can hope to do in your short life is to live your dreams. What do you want to do before you die?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several weeks ago, I came across this show that inspired me at the first sight - The Buried Life. I revolves around 1 question, 4 guys and 100 things to do. Had you ever come across people who make a list of what they want to do? Well, I do found some examples in the movie "My name is Earl" ; my mom's go-to-buy list ; some motivation talks which ask us to list out our short term and long term plan ; and of course a habit that I used to jot down homeworks that I must complete. Then a friend asked me "Hey! What do you hope for in the year 2011?" and I started to ask myself " What had I done in 2010?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the show I mentioned, 4 young friends already listed 100 things they want to do before they die. While they were full filling their own dreams. They help strangers to make their dream come true as well. Among those in their list were like "date Megan Fox out" , "give a toast on a stranger's wedding", "solve a crime or capture a fugitive",  "play ball with Obama" etc...and each time they full filled their task, they cross them out of the list. At the same time, the 4 young guys helped long lost dad and son reconnect, help a little girl overcome her fear and etc...They made their life so colourful and meaningful to others as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, I started to list out "What I want to do before I get my degree":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1. Fly a kite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2. Yell at the top of my lungs on a summit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3. Go on an enjoyable trip with my whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#4. Learn Japanese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#5. Make something special with my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#6. Help deliver a baby....0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#7. Donate blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#8. Cook dinner for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#9. Try out banana boat with my buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#10. Deliver a speech in front of hundreds of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#11. Appear on TV (something good of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#12. Go on a date with the most awesome girl I ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#13. Plan a surprise birthday party for my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#14. Kick a football into a goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#15. Drive on a highway for more than 5 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#16. Make 2 people who hate each other be friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#17. Play an awesome music with an instrument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#18. Score 4.00 in my A-level exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#19. Be a volunteer in an orphanage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#20. Try ice skating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Above is my list that I intended to fulfill. I will live my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-5910380090493267165?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/5910380090493267165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=5910380090493267165' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5910380090493267165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5910380090493267165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-want-to-do-before-you-die.html' title='What do you want to do before you die?'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6675224657920345197</id><published>2010-12-14T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:17:04.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小时候</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZNYblb3NI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7u-lNDJPkG8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZNYblb3NI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7u-lNDJPkG8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550208672897686738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;夜深了，睡不着觉，泡杯热腾腾的咖啡。一边品尝着，一边翻阅童年时的相簿。记得童年是多么的多姿多彩，多么无忧无虑。就算天塌下来，都有爸爸妈妈来挡，感觉甜蜜蜜的。^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;奢侈&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小时候，活得好简单，好开心。出生在小康家庭的我，从不要求贵重的东西。记得以前妈妈为我买新书包，新铅笔盒，都会很开心，更有冲劲力去上学。当年零钱虽少，但我还是很满足的。每天都把零钱存到扑满里，久而久之扑满重了，心里都会暗爽，问问妈妈几时才有够钱买脚踏车。考好成绩，爸爸就会到外面打包我爱吃的炒鸳鸯，庆祝一般。虽然简单，但那时真的开心极了！那就是童年时偶尔的奢侈。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZmyJIF66I/AAAAAAAAAYo/sTkzamiBje0/s320/Barbie-as-Rapunzel-barbie-movies-2649686-700-525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;追追&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;想当年，哪里有像21世纪的小孩那么幸福（可能也是一种悲哀），小小年纪就有手机，PSP，IPod 等等的玩意。那年的我只是跟邻家小孩一起玩“冒险”。在住宅区附近寻找特别的树叶，昆虫等。那时家附近有一种放进水里就自动爆裂的种子，当年那就是我童年的珍藏=）晴天时，到球场去打球，踢球，玩追逐，捉迷藏等。傍晚就算夜了，抱着疲惫的身子回家冲凉，然后一家人吃晚餐，感觉幸福啊！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZoCv8RsSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PdJBzwRwjPU/s320/Children_playing_Wallpaper_y41l1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;上学&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;背乘法表，抄书，听写，都是小学的功课。那时最讨厌默写了。老师每天都要我们背一篇作文，然后每堂课之前就要默写。班上多数同学都是作弊的。小小年纪的我们，果然机灵，想出各种作弊的方式，佩服啊！偶尔被逮到了，就要乖乖吃藤条。好痛啊，却很怀念那滋味。要不是当年老师们的严格教训，我也不会有今天的成就。每天都有好多功课，但却很享受。作完功课，妈妈偶尔会买包零时来奖励，感觉好棒！都会继续努力。如今怎么失去了当年的兴趣呢？面对着密密麻麻，又没动人图片的书本，一翻阅就让眼皮和上了。感慨~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZr0t3CP6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/51P1uk8Ug0o/s320/shhhhh-quiet-everyone-study-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;赞扬&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“好孩子对长辈一定要有礼貌，都朋友一定要诚实” 妈妈都是这样教的。于是，小时候遇到长辈都会恭敬的大个招呼，赞扬他们一下。长辈们看到小孩有礼貌，都会特别喜爱，说句“乖，长得真可爱，长大后一定会很帅！有空阿姨请你吃糖。” 听了都会很开心，邻家的姐姐最爱把我带到她家去玩了，又会给我玩具，那时最喜欢她了。才发现嘴里说好话，心里纯粹的去尊敬，会是多么讨人喜欢的。长大后，怎么变得含蓄了呢？坦然的个性已渐渐被埋没了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZogFonF7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/5Bo1a5NsY7g/s200/wang-leehom-kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZqkizqpqI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NTd5orAwsds/s320/leehom3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;幻想&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小时候，总是有丰富的想象力。想当超人，打掉全世界的坏蛋。不过这超人好特别，使用先进的武器，酷酷飞机，又有过人的体力，把恶魔灭了。看宠物小精灵时总是好奇如果是真的那有多好。而且看了小叮噹都会好羡慕大雄，若是像他那样任何事就会迎刃而解了。长大后，我们仿佛从童梦中惊醒，回到了现实，总是得抱着“一分耕耘，一分收获”的态度，脚踏实地的生活。真希望永远都不需从童梦中醒来。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZrKPw_gBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bFGwHH3td2M/s320/flying-goat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;童年，是我生命中最美好的回忆。到现在，我都一直好想拥有哆啦A梦的时空机。就算能回到童年一天也满足了。然而，现实却告诉我活在现在，为现在的生活图上五彩缤纷的颜色，就像当年画本内的颜色一样。小时候认为什么都可能，什么都可以，都自己充满信心，对未来充满憧憬。现在也一样，就让我寻觅回小时候的我，开开心心，无忧无虑的活出精彩吧！ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6675224657920345197?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6675224657920345197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6675224657920345197' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6675224657920345197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6675224657920345197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_14.html' title='小时候'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TQZNYblb3NI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7u-lNDJPkG8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3848238201148731538</id><published>2010-10-24T02:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:06:28.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone love surprises, don't you? I always like surprises, in class, at home or wherever I am, good surprises of course. However, perhaps I was too smart (perasan) to sense it when people are going to surprise me, so that wasn't a surprise after all. I used to predict the plot in movies, and it was quite accurate. You would face some difficulties to surprise me I would say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;23rd October, a very special day to me, celebrating the 18th year I'm breathing on this Earth. 18 years I had constantly meet with great people in my life, painting wonderful memories that embedded deep inside my heart. Every single day, we meet new people(as we know la, if memory capacity not enough, just delete files). That's why we tend to forget about them each and every single day. However, I was dawned to find out those awesome people that I met since kindergarten until now. Even friends that I spend a week with in ICC, KMM and UTP. Glad to know that I actually know most of those people in my facebook ok? So, thanks to those who wish me via fb....=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Night before, we had an awesome steamboat for dinner hosted by Ten. We almost used up the butane while Jason was not around. After that, Roland and Matthew started throwing some "magical" pops into my room and playing with the bubbles. Hing, Vichard, Ten and my other roommates joined the fun. And of course, being prank by all of them~ the dustbin ritual...Arghh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next morning, I went back to celebrate my birthday with my lovely family. Bro brought me out of a luxurious lunch in Sunway. The best part was having a nice meal with the whole family =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That night was the most unforgettable one. My roomie, Raymond asked me out to I-City(the city of light). As I arrive there, I saw Roland and Matt grabbed me and lifted me to a place. Soon, I met with the other friends. We took some real nice pictures there. After that, they blindfolded me and lead me to a place. I was so anticipated never know what to expect. When I was unblinded, I saw so many of my friends over there, 23 of them. I never thought so many will come. Well, of course, they brought out the birthday cake and sang the birthday song for me. I was totally speechless at that moment. Then, I noticed some words they wrote on the sand. So huge and nice and they put some presents on it. That was totally unexpected. We then had our dinner and it's time to go home. We were so worried that they couldn't reach the hostel in time and would get "saman" from the Pak Guard. Luckily everyone arrived home safely. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unforgettable, unpredictable, and unexpected surprise outdoor party I had. Thanks to my dear roomie for planning the whole surprise. Also to those who made it an awesome success. Thanks to Kimberly for the nice pics and video you made, thanks to Vichard, Ten, Wai Yee, Sherny, Hing, Jason, Rachel, Michelle and all of you for the presents. What a bunch of lively and caring friends I have. Not to mention those super-nice gifts I get. However, the most important thing that I cherish is I had a wonderful day celebrating with my family and my friends. You guys are really awesome to me. Thank you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you, jia ying as well..^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A piece of my memory~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvPjt1W3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/zom0qmj67qE/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thanks my roomie for planning the surprise =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvOjr_msI/AAAAAAAAAWI/MMGr57QYPNQ/s320/DSC09816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvPWEnJTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bP3rKyslQ6o/s320/DSC09752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you everyone, you guys and girls are wonderful....(touched)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvP_bw5EI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3r63mjY-Wns/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love this piece of art ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz0rsdIssI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ugG2dBzoFQM/s320/DSC09740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;cool post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz3wizm6MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YKh-fo-LTUk/s320/DSC09600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534070455480543426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz3vI7ieGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_v170oUdM6M/s320/DSC09610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534070431354615906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Their preparation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz8E5Iu0NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rlXOYuJUdwE/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534075203118616786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz3wwm4-RI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cdxs_g0ATPc/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cake and dinner time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz3wI6BuUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/VK6wo7xAtYs/s320/DSC09634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534070448528144706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz515799eI/AAAAAAAAAXg/DLNX9pSLHpA/s320/DSC09728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMz52Pdlv1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/7gjldahKeAU/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534072752390389586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My presents. Love them very much. Thanks everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ometimes, words are just not enough to describe how you feel, and my 18th birthday was totally one of the case that I could not use language to express my feelings and gratitude. If anyone would ask me about my most unforgettable experience, that would be it, no more fake stories for essay writing. Arh~ those sweet memories will be embedded deep in my heart, forever and ever~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/4651240453125985300-3848238201148731538?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3848238201148731538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3848238201148731538' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3848238201148731538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3848238201148731538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/10/23rd-october.html' title='23rd October'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TMzvPjt1W3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/zom0qmj67qE/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2033391925767383419</id><published>2010-10-17T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:31:33.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it!</title><content type='html'>Life is full of challenges. Study life or working, they had never been easy. What for grumble about assignment and test? What for worry about things that we can't change? I will make my life meaningful. These "no life" days should be put to an end. I can do it! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dont worry, be happy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.triathlontrainingisfun.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Positive-Thinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2033391925767383419?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2033391925767383419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2033391925767383419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2033391925767383419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2033391925767383419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-can-do-it.html' title='I can do it!'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1662054184434216183</id><published>2010-09-13T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:10:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TI0XM6DlKtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jCPxZN5RQnA/s1600/alor+setar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TI0XM6DlKtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jCPxZN5RQnA/s400/alor+setar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516090629108869842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had you ever wonder the difference between home and house? I define home as a place where family members stays together, where love mingles mom and dad, brothers and sister as a family. I returned to my hometown alone, just to meet up with my friends and see what had happen to my beloved hometown. Well, I guess Alor Setar had really changed a lot since I left. Pekan Rabu had a flyover with escalator, the bridge in front of my school was demolished and there are few interesting places that are new to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is always comfortable to be at home. Visiting those familiar places and meeting those acquainted faces just makes me reminiscing those day we had together. I brought back 3 bag full of books and assignments but have not even completed any of them. How could I resist the temptation those old habits at home? Hang out with friends and family, enjoying nice movie, food, games and online. You would never realise time flies when you are in your comfort zone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss those paddy fields found in abundance in my hometown. I miss the Alor Star tower we are so proud of even it is just a little dwarf standing beside Petronas twin tower or Taipei 101. I miss the local delicacies I used to boast to outlanders. Of course, family and friends meant the most to me. Manage to gather with quite a number of friends during this short break, still feeling slight disapoinment because I didn't manage to meet few of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till we meet again, my beloved hometown.  Adieu =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: Happy belated birthday again to Victor, you had an awesome 18th party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TI0WdgfGSlI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QejZofj1L-0/s400/57929_1412200386673_1282410359_31063441_6531140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1662054184434216183?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1662054184434216183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1662054184434216183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1662054184434216183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1662054184434216183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TI0XM6DlKtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jCPxZN5RQnA/s72-c/alor+setar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1306400719000094625</id><published>2010-08-01T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:34:09.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just realised that it had been a month since I enter INTEC,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm still learning to adapt to uni life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that I may be emo at times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially those times where I need to handle all kind of obstacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that I tend to get frustrated sometimes when I wait for bus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long enough and I can do nothing to utilise that period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that laziness kept accompanying me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just can't get rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that it's never being easy to wash the clothes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even waiting for the washing machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that I miss Chinese food so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially those scrumptious delicacies I used to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised I am too busy to contact my friends frequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonder how are they doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised I miss my family so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;embracing the love they shower on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;letting it melt like chocolate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly and sweetly ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study life had never been easy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;against all odds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have the determination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting those laziness, distractions and temptations in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUh_viov_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TPoUnOd40Vs/s400/IMG_3415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUh_8AI-4I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/p_GZU0fys_4/s400/38544_411519262831_573497831_4560742_3131091_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hostel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUiASP_1gI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XngdjZ2mQQA/s400/DSC01921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long queue waiting for school bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUiAtmFUwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hAGIgMJo8-k/s400/DSC01925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Situation in the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUiAA5NZfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/SerKxlArOyk/s400/100718-222454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My housemates&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/4651240453125985300-1306400719000094625?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1306400719000094625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1306400719000094625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1306400719000094625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1306400719000094625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-realised.html' title='I realised'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TFUh_viov_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/TPoUnOd40Vs/s72-c/IMG_3415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-4085063492441642546</id><published>2010-06-22T00:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:37:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>母亲一生的六个谎言</title><content type='html'>儿时，小男孩家很穷，吃饭时，母亲把她碗中的饭分给孩子吃。母亲说：“孩子呀，快吃吧，我不饿！” 当下，母亲撒了第一个谎言。&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小男孩长大了，家境不好，母亲只好每天买条鱼回家清蒸。鱼肉好甜，母亲为男孩条骨头时都会有点冲动想把鱼肉吞下。但想想孩子得长高，只好用舌头舔鱼骨。男孩心疼了，把碗中的鱼肉夹给母亲。母亲却笑着说：“鱼肉有腥味，我不吃！” 母亲撒了第二个谎言。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;上了中学，母亲的负担加重了。为了孩子的学费，她到邻家找些破衣来补贴。一天深夜，男孩被缝衣机的声音吵醒了，看见母亲还在忙着工作。男孩呼唤母亲休息了。母亲顿时撑着回答：“你先睡吧，我不困！” 母亲又撒了第三个谎言。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;男孩终于毕业了，好不容易在家小公司找到一份工作。工资虽少，但男孩省吃检用还存到一笔小钱寄给母亲补贴家用。母亲坚决不肯接受，把钱退回了，说：“我这里还有钱！” 她撒了第四个谎言。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;后来男孩升职了，到城市去工作，乡下的木屋只剩下老母亲一个人了。身在城市里的儿子想把母亲接过来享享清福，却被她谢绝了。母亲说：“城市太喧闹了，我不习惯” 母亲又撒了第五个谎。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;多年后，老母亲终于病倒了。儿子急忙赶回故乡，只见躺在床上的母亲已经奄奄一息了。望着被病痛折磨得死去活来的母亲，男孩崩溃了。一滴滴的泪珠滑落在母亲手背上，母亲却说：“别哭，我不疼。” 那是母亲撒下的最后一个谎言。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;相信任何一个母亲一生都说过许多谎言，那都是为了爱护我们而撒下的善意谎言。年少时，我们不理解母亲的苦口博心。她们的唠叨曾让我们心烦；她们的管束曾让我们厌倦。。。。。。然而，当有一日这些亲切的叮咛已不再耳边敲响时，我们的内心是否会充满了悔恨呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-4085063492441642546?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/4085063492441642546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=4085063492441642546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4085063492441642546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4085063492441642546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_22.html' title='母亲一生的六个谎言'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1149608523083228311</id><published>2010-06-21T08:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:22:50.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>启程</title><content type='html'>隔着十万八千里的城市，&lt;div&gt;是怎么忘也忘不掉的故乡，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;他说休息是为了走更远的路，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我说休息让我们变得怠惰。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;曾几何时稻田没了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;小时候的小天地变了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;红泥小径盖上了柏油了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;城市也变得喧闹了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一座座高楼大厦隔着一股相思，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;浓浓的咖啡麻醉不了眷恋与回忆，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;饶了一大圈还是家里最好，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不舍得离开这安乐窝。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把心放下，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把杂念甩掉，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;把相思扔开，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;是时候启程了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;独木桥上挂着提心吊胆，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;沉重的行李箱带不走回忆，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;固执却实践不了梦想，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;漫长的旅程还是必然的。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;明天就要启程了，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;但愿一路顺风。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;（好久没用华文了，发现文笔差了许多）&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1149608523083228311?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1149608523083228311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1149608523083228311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1149608523083228311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1149608523083228311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='启程'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-9138403164146310691</id><published>2010-05-27T22:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:05:46.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week UTPian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you ever believe in love at the first sight? Well,  I was just dawned to the magnificent architecture in UTP, especially the chansellor hall and the IRC. Fell in love with it since I was in form 5. That was why I choose to study locally instead of overseas. It was a friday night when I knew I was the selected ones for UTP. Joyfully told my whole family about it and everyone was happy. 2 days before the registration day and I received a text from my gange asking me whether I had decided to go UTP or stay in matriks. I had just settled all the documents to quit matriks back then and my answer was quite clear. Engineering and UTP.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up at 5 in the morning, we started our journey to tronoh, a quiet town near Ipoh. My documents were not completed and I was quite worry. Moreover, I have no friends there and seniors were having their finals. By fate, I manage to meet a chinese guy, Teng from Johor and we became roommates. Quite lucky as I got the chance to select my roommate and he is very nice. i had to go through the whole Minggu Aluan Siswa(MAS) orientation again and it was bored to death. Lectures from morning till 2 am and only 30 minutes for lunch and dinner. We don't even have any chance to bath. The erectic weather in UTP worsen the case. It was hot like in the desert and sometimes it rains unexpectedly. Frankly speaking, I regret because the campus was too big. It takes at least 10 minutes to walk from our hostel to the lecture hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KQzAT8lI/AAAAAAAAARw/xAnnX-MfeBk/s400/DSC01368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I manage to know friends all over Malaysia, lots from Sarawak as well. Though, there were just about 5 from Kedah and I am the only Chinese Kedahan!!! The whole MAS thing had consumed most of my time and energy. Totally exhausted after lectures after lectures. Learning to sing the UTP song and Petronas song every single slot available. The worst was being scolded by the discipline unit every midnight before going to sleep, that was the tradition of MAS as what seniors told us. Accidentally bumped into Jia Liang, met with gange and some of their friends as well. I even followed them out and experienced UTPians madness. It was fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KRP7RSqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/p-AbFBsxhAY/s400/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475966225866640034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6LDanxw6I/AAAAAAAAASg/nQhWVryTxX4/s400/DSC01429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6RtaBelNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jVoiip5Z2dw/s1600/DSC01438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6RtaBelNI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jVoiip5Z2dw/s400/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475974406194762962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6XrH4a4EI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EVh0AUftC6g/s400/32489_397930807402_826102402_4096353_8104841_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475980964034961474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6LC44YPEI/AAAAAAAAASY/L4VxTYikrKg/s400/DSC01395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6LDogZPRI/AAAAAAAAASo/MqOZQ5IHmYQ/s400/DSC01437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KSD6wwwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OxmpCEKT_Y4/s400/DSC01435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475966239823151874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KRrTjzjI/AAAAAAAAASI/gqqq3p7Lcmc/s1600/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KRrTjzjI/AAAAAAAAASI/gqqq3p7Lcmc/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475966233216273970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last night in UTP was the best, I had dinner with CC, JL, CY and their gang (Huiying, Kelvin, Mason, Chang Seong,  Ryan,  Ah Lok). Being showered with tonnes of bullets before I manage to crawl out of UTP, but it was still unforgetable.  I lost my orientation(not the first time) at night but thanks to them for accompanying me back. JLiang met a gang of my friends and lied to them that he is a foundation student. They were having their finals but I was disturbing them. After minutes of fun and chat, they went back and I went to the IRC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6L5na7UcI/AAAAAAAAATI/SvhWDt_9Xhc/s400/32105_395724049718_706789718_3844929_3576265_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6L53v_ZHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rnt6ndKm4sA/s400/32105_395724174718_706789718_3844938_5725269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6L6YIhPXI/AAAAAAAAATg/Oyu5AlT2IQY/s400/32105_395724204718_706789718_3844941_7120821_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475968031955959154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6L6AoxPSI/AAAAAAAAATY/4WLussHxLQo/s400/32105_395724194718_706789718_3844940_5377999_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning, me and a few friends gather at the registra. The kakak gave us a clearance form and we have to walk around the whole campus hunting for signatures. From morning till evening, and I had been sweating profusely rushing from stations to stations. Finally, dad came and took us from hostel to pocket D. Nick and Melwyn followed.  Before heading home, me and a few Sarawak friends chatted until we forgot the time. Upon handing the keys, I met my old classmate, Luqman in the office. It was such a coincidence. Again, friendship being bonded and it's time to separate again. I miss UTP but I miss my friends more. Never to forget, "I am once a UTPian and UTPian rocks". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Random Shots in UTP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KRfObuQI/AAAAAAAAASA/je281Cur8Wc/s400/DSC01418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6OoQ8hrRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YHryjyfsGeM/s400/DSC01532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6OnnyYScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/NOnqNH3Q9SY/s400/DSC01578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6L5KCOh8I/AAAAAAAAATA/KR1JqxOl4SQ/s400/DSC01482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6LEE2RSrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hlZHs-fkuck/s400/DSC01454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6OnK8fw5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/T5rP1aedYt8/s400/DSC01468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6OmzCyKwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/91bhN1iQVkw/s1600/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6OmzCyKwI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/91bhN1iQVkw/s400/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475970994117159682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6On7TI-RI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_e6VUmzRVuw/s400/DSC01579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-9138403164146310691?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/9138403164146310691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=9138403164146310691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9138403164146310691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9138403164146310691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-week-utpian.html' title='One Week UTPian'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_6KQzAT8lI/AAAAAAAAARw/xAnnX-MfeBk/s72-c/DSC01368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6666607424119507914</id><published>2010-05-26T10:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:11:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience in Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was somehow in the midst of confusion when I decided to go Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka. It seems like my friends were the main factor that I chose KMM. With an undecided mind, I asked a lot of people for opinions, and the conclusion is "Go for your interest". That was the main problem, what is my interest then? Blurred and confused, I packed my bags after having a party with my family and went for a walk in I-City. It was such a last minute decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the orientation week started, and I met all my friends in KMM. Thank god Raymond was staying in the same block and floor with me (C2, L2). There were 4 person in each room, usually 3 malays and 1 non-bumi, which means my roommates were 3 malays. They were quite nice and I can mix well with them. 2 of them were X-PDT which means they are considered seniors, hence they helped me a lot on my orientation. I soon found out that they were quite some numbers of chinese in KMM and all of them were excellent in their SPM results, most with 8A+ and above, some even with 14A+.  The composition of male and female were unbalanced in KMM, girls up to 2/3 of the whole number but non-bumi were only approximately 200 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New terms were introduced which aliened me all the time. No more "cikgu", "kelas", "jadual waktu", "loceng"...etc. We were introduced to terms like lecture, labs, tutorials, credit hours, fellows, and the self learning system. Though, I just couldn't manage to focus on those activities being carried out, maybe no study mood because I was still confusing whether to stay or leave. I was in practicum 54 and my mentor was Pn. Michelle. It tooks me a lot of effort for me to remember all my "classmates"'s names. Though, I would say that my classmates were very nice and I'm considered an active student in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 days in KMM and I definately knew a lot of new friends, even met with friends which I never expected to meet. I hesitate long enough to make this important decision, and I decided to quit KMM. My best friends were shocked when I made the decision, but they still support me. Accompanying me up the stairs to HEP, it was tough and yet I finally made up my mind. The asma girls asked me out for dinner as a farewell party. Malaysia lost in the Thomas cup and it was a total disappointment. I gathered with my old friends for supper. We chatted, sang and took some pictures. Something funny happened to JJing that day. He drank a cup of Mocha with a fly inside. After that, me, JJ and Raymond gathered in the common room and we chatted until 3.30 am before we went to sleep. My rooommate told me that a few new friends came to wave goodbye to me but I was not around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning, we did some silly acts before we were parted. I guess, that was the fondest memories I had with them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yMW321BmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yoivdCVWO-k/s400/15052010078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yP0CrxXnI/AAAAAAAAARg/P-0gk6KQcPk/s400/31144_1351736467971_1068151957_30872172_6874468_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being punished during riadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yMX7jNo9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/d3p6JEeH57g/s400/DSC01368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yMYdp7gII/AAAAAAAAARA/ApvoaM0nJuY/s400/DSC01369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yOKOiUbXI/AAAAAAAAARI/HxJPb-Uxl6I/s400/DSC01374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yOKoc8uDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e_bP9LOV0Wc/s400/DSC01377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yMXncC28I/AAAAAAAAAQw/-QQyFGD6fic/s400/DSC01360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;JJing's unforgetable Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yOK3X9dtI/AAAAAAAAARY/qWTF-fSwYyw/s400/DSC01387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yP0ur7OoI/AAAAAAAAARo/IenvgoX6vsc/s400/31144_1351818950033_1068151957_30872419_3799745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Final farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s:Good luck to all my new friends in KMM, keep in touch.....and of course to JJ, CJ, YC and ooi, it is beyond words to express what I wanna say.  "Friendship forever", quoted from CJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/4651240453125985300-6666607424119507914?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6666607424119507914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6666607424119507914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6666607424119507914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6666607424119507914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/05/experience-in-kolej-matrikulasi-melaka.html' title='Experience in Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S_yMW321BmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yoivdCVWO-k/s72-c/15052010078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1799001079950500938</id><published>2010-05-09T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:07:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>Time passes by so quickly, barely having a touch and manage grab the moment, I'm finally leaving already. From the day I finished SPM, joining NS, get my results, gathering with friends, and now it's finally time to leave my comfort zone. I know that at this stage I need to make my own decision, and it's my future and solely it depends on my interest. Which path would I choose? Only I'm the one that has the answer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad that I was granted a sponsorship from Petronas, worried at the same time as it needs courage to make a wise decision. Now, I'm no longer a secondary school boy that only needs to concern about his studies. There is a major change in everything, especially the environment. Away from family, friends, home and those familiar faces, it's all a new phase I have to endure upon achieving my dreams. Now that I had made the best decision for myself. Finally it's time for a new change, leaving my comfort zone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, this might be my last post for the time being. Lots of love to my family and all the best to all my friends no matter where you guys are. Happy mother's day to my mom as well, love u forever. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that everything will settle down gradually.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1799001079950500938?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1799001079950500938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1799001079950500938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1799001079950500938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1799001079950500938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7496838741141963267</id><published>2010-04-15T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:32:10.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petronas EduQuest Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.wix.com/media/f9de879fdcfd1452b3f7b3ca1ed9629b.wix_mp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 335px;" src="http://static.wix.com/media/f9de879fdcfd1452b3f7b3ca1ed9629b.wix_mp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A year ago, I was dawned to see the magnificent library in UTP from my seniors pictures and tried to get a chance to experience it myself. Universiti Teknologi Petronas aka UTP called me for an interview-camp which lasted for 2 days 1 night. In fact, not many of my friends applied and even those who applied were rejected. So, I have to participate the camp alone, all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro took me there and we started our journey from KL at 5 am, reaching there about 8am. UTP was located in Bandar Seri Iskandar, Tronoh, a quiet town near Ipoh. When we first enter UTP, the guard lead us to V-6 for registration. The floating mosque in UTP grab my attention. After having a long queue, I was given a name tag and were told that the place I am staying was outside the campus. I saw Ikhwan there on a wheel chair, he told me he involved in an accident. After taking my bag, I headed to the bus which lead us to IKBN which is the place we will be staying. I set next to Han Yuan, a Keat Hwa guy which I just knew. IKBN was like a hostel for a boarding school, 5 minutes drive from UTP. I was registered in dorm 5, together with han yuan and chin wei from Ipoh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we took the bus and headed to the Chansellor Hall. The Chansellor Hall was breathtaking. Huge enough to accommodate 3000 people, quite magnificient. We were given an introduction about Petronas and UTP. It was a bit boring. "Enery received, energy returned, aspires people everywhere", that's the only thing I remember. I met with Ameer and Faiz which I knew during JPA programme. After having our lunch in V-6, me, hanyuan, chin wei, sen nian and yuan sheng went to the IRC(Information Resourse Centre) which is the library of UTP which I was eying a year ago. Though we just had 5 minutes there and don't even have the chance to walk up the stairs. At 2pm, we went back to the chansellor hall to hand in our documents. After that, we went to the main hall to have a value profiling test, which ask us to arrange from 1 to 8 which is most like us and which is least like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I step into them main hall for Science and maths test. The person I saw was chee churn. He was a facilitator there.  Chia yang and his friends which I usually saw in facebook were there too.  Too bad I got no chance to speak to them. The test was basically about physics, chemistry and add maths which consists of 30 questions and 1 hour were allocated. Due tomy rusted mind without revision, I did quite a few mistakes already. Chee Churn, Chia yang and the other facilitators were having a party after that but I just saw a few tins of hundred plus. After that, we headed back to IKBN for our night. A group of malays were preparing for the interview while I lay on the bed and slept already. We had an apple for supper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, I woke up at 6 am and the toilets were already full. After having my bath, we packed our bags and had our breakfast. Yuan Sheng, Sen nian and Han Yuan really can eat a lot. We then headed to the main hall to have our english placement test. Hui ying was the facilitator for that session. The test was quite okay and basically about grammar and comprehension. We had critical reasoning test which I found it tough. The first section we were given 60 questions to be completed in 30 minutes. A passage with 4 questions, then we were asked to tell if the statement is true, false or cannot tell. The next session consists of 40 questions in 20 minutes. We were given 5 diagrams and required to tell the next sequence of the diagram. I didn't manage to finish the test in time, so I think I won't be qualified already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Xin You and Alvin which had just had their interview. They were so lucky to get the topic on global warming. After lunch, Group C and D went to wait for the interview. After long hours of waiting, finally they called for our turn. I was in Group D, panel 13 and there were 3 others. Our case study was about refugees. It was tough for me as I don't really understand the scenario. They ask us about should the government allow refugees being allowed to enter our country. First we were interviewed individually and then they called us for a group discussion for 30 minues and end up with a conclusion. My interviewers were 2 lecturers from UTP and they were quite nice. I stated my points and they noded their heads. Fortunately I was not showered with tough questions like others do. We had our group discussion and concluded that refugees should not being allowed to enter our countried but they should be given appropriate aid, similar to my points. I get to talk to the facilitators there and knew one international transfer student from Indonesia. She is having her first year for chemical engineering while another 3 abangs were taking civil engineering in their 2nd year. One of them said I speak malay fluently and hope me to be his junior. Haha. My group finishes the last and I was almost late for the bus, somemore I was lost in the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Jia Liang and asked him to be my GPS. Long after waiting, I followed one guy with his car to take a van with 5 other guys to the bus station. From the bus station, we headed to another bus stop and then another. Chee Churn called me and asked me if everything was alright. The bus finally came and we board the bus back to KL. I get the chance to know those on the bus and found that all of them were so excellent in their results. In fact, all the candidates were so excel in various aspects and they looks so professional. I will have to admit that there are much more people better than us, never think you are good enough. Anyway, it was quite a great experience for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regrets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Never have the chance to speak to chee churn and chia yang, don't even have the chance to see jia liang. So near yet seems unreachable. Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Never got the chace to visit the campus, especially walking around the IRC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Didn't prepare well enough for the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7r-VgiFPPko/SAzTeKid9mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uejPp4HLPDc/s400/Image062.jpg" /&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;UTP's IRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z2_T-NO2DnY/SsHQd5Tg0sI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EWh-89LR884/s400/Chancellor+Hall+01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Chancellor hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3240467199_46b42b6728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;UTP's floating mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-7496838741141963267?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7496838741141963267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7496838741141963267' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7496838741141963267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7496838741141963267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/04/petronas-eduquest-camp.html' title='Petronas EduQuest Camp'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7r-VgiFPPko/SAzTeKid9mI/AAAAAAAAANQ/uejPp4HLPDc/s72-c/Image062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-5372208234569142686</id><published>2010-04-07T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:08:13.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JPA Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that every post SPM candidates were eying on the JPA scholarship, one of the most prestegious scholarship offered in Malaysia. Of course, who wouldn't love to further their studies overseas? Getting a JPA scholarship is like striking a lotery, it needs lots of luck besides of your own capability. And so, I was one of the lucky ones shortlisted for the interview, let me just brief through the whole process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before going for interview, those who applied medicine were called for Program Pendedahan Kerjaya Seorang Doktor which lasted for 4 days. We were brought around the hospital from various departments to another. The main purpose is to let us know the reality that lies behind the glamour of a doctor. The sacrifices that they made, totally salute. My interview was held in Institut Tadbiran Awan Negeri (INTAN) in SP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Departed  at 12 pm, reach at 1.30pm. Called jia jing and raymond to ask for their experience and advice on the way. Bro sent me an sms for support. Really calms me down.  Everyone looks so professional in their formal attire. A noticed a girl dressed in NS uniform went there with her trainer, and I get to know that she scored 13 A's. I also met Ravi, Han Ying, Pek Wui, Jin, Zhan Yi and Sher Min there. Han Ying's dad was still reading the newspaper, guiding her on some current isues. After signing our names, we were asked to go upstairs and sign our name again. There were 3 panels with 3 clerks. Every panel consists of 22 candidates. I was in panel 1 and 18 in the list. I sat next to Ravi and chat with him to break the nerves. Farah, a friend I know from the Program Pendedahan confronted me not long after. And so, 3 of us chat using Malay and English, quiet a nice warm up session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flip through a few friends resume and found out that there were so many talents there. Some joined debates, forums, swimming competition, Taekwando, and lot more that I could ever imagine. My achievements were nothing compared to theirs! The first batch were called in and put their name tags on. Each interview session lasted about 45 minutes, 6 candidates at a time for each panel. And so, Han Ying finished her session and I took the opportunity to ask about her topic and found that it was not easy. Ravi was called in no longer after and the room was so cold, maybe because of my nerves. Hello? I didn't prepare my self-intro script and getting to know most of them had prepared well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Keat Hwa gang came to join us after that. After a few hours of waiting, I stood up and walk around the room, not many candidates left as most of them already went home. My watch indicates 4.15 when the clerk called my name. I found out that I am the first to go in. It means that I'm the first to be slaughtered? One of the clerk for panel 3 were so funny and she shared with us interview tips and why interviews should be held. I handed in my resume and she just flip through. I walked around the room and the clerk said to me "Sudah lama tunggu eh? Sabar Sabar....".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, it was my turn. Deep breath, remember to stay calm, be confident. And so 5 of us went in. I knocked the door, pushed open and said "Selamat pagi" to them. (OMG!!! What had I said?) Hey, it was suppose to be "selamat petang", but the interviewer replied me "Pagi". Maybe they stayed inside the room too long and forgot about the time already. My panel consists of 3 guys, 2 malays and 1 indian. The plump one ask us to introduce ourselves. And so I started to tell, using malay. I was trying to search for eye contact, but 3 of them were busy writting something, never bother to look at me. Suddenly, he ask me something but I didn't hear it. So, I answered the wrong thing. That indian interviewer then repeat again and asked me which country would I like to go? After that, other candidates introduced their selves. My team consists of a Keat Hwa girl, a Convent girl, an Ibrahim guy and a Keat Hwa guy. All of them performed well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we were given a topic to be discussed. "Sekiranya anda ditawarkan biasiswa, bagaimanakah anda akan berbakti kepada masyarakat dan negara". The girl beside me was so nervous and she suddenly shouted "Har?" to the interviewers, which I think was quite impolite. So, I was the second to tell out my points. I was shocked because all of them had brilliant ideas and could speak BM fluently. Then, another quiet interviewer gave us the english topic. "What is the role of Information Technology in the medical field?", he pronounced "rule" instead of "role". I was the first to start speaking and I just said out lots of nonsense. Then others continued. All of them did so well except the girl beside me who stucked for a long time because she forgot some words. Maybe she was too nervous. Even my English were broken that time. The Ibrahim guys totally out performed us. He had good command of language and great ideas, while the Keat Hwa guy was good in linking his experience as a St. John member in giving his opinions. The 2 girls did well too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interview session ended and we shook hands with the interviewer. Thanks god 3 of them were guys. We went back to the waiting room with a sigh of relieve. After that interview, I realised that there were so many outstanding people out there and it wouldn't be easy to get the scholarship. Mature thought and good command in language is equally important as your academic results as most of the shortlisted candidates have almost the same numbers of A+. I was nothing compared to them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-5372208234569142686?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/5372208234569142686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=5372208234569142686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5372208234569142686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/5372208234569142686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/04/jpa-interview.html' title='JPA Interview'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2155590964986010703</id><published>2010-04-04T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:54:00.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United VS Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having a group discussion, my friends planned to watch the big match between ManU and Chelsea. Well, kinda curious what's so special about football, I decided to join my friends for the match for the first time. Ooi brought me to his house and we soon gathered at a restaurant. Soo, Zhan, Chao and Eric soon arrived and had their dinner there. Guan Hong arrived later. (MU supporters : Me, Ooi, Chao, Soo, Eric ; Chelsea supporters : Zhan, GH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the match started. Both teams very equally matched, perhaps without Rooney in play. Lots of tackling I saw. J. Cole backheel flicked at the 20th minute earning Chelsea a 1-0 lead. I was quite disappointed on MU first half. The game was getting more intense and we decided to move to Rock Cafe for a better environment.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second half started and it seems that MU's spirit was back. They dominated the second period but Chelsea scores again when Drogba scores at the 79th minute although it was claimed as an offside kick, putting Chelsea 2-0 ahead. 2 minutes later, the game became more and more intense when MU's substitute, Macheda claims the first goal for ManU. At that moment, everyone shouted "Goal" cheering loudly, giving round of applause for the pick up. In the few last minutes, MU tried to catch up and had a few chances to score but failed to do so. The match ended with Chelsea's victory and of course GH and Zhan cheer out loud. For the rest of us, we were quite disappointed and left the cafe with a heavy heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With 2 points in lead, Chelsea replaced Red Devils on the top of the table, a step closer towards the Premier League title. But I still believe that MU stand a chance to win. It was quite an interesting game although the team I supported didn't win. First time watching a football match, seems like an unforgetable experience. Being a newbie, trying to learn more about football, I'm glad because I could write this post, although it is horribly written. p/s: Thanks to Chee Churn for player's names.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3180396542_05a1004238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kudos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Manchester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;United!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2155590964986010703?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2155590964986010703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2155590964986010703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2155590964986010703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2155590964986010703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/04/manchester-united-vs-chelsea.html' title='Manchester United VS Chelsea'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3180396542_05a1004238_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-62230806936107641</id><published>2010-03-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:23:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a long, hectic and stressful year of studying, revising and sitting for monthly tests and examinations, we have the luxury of blissful days without having to worry about gruelling schedules, piles of homework and tuition to attend. Well, I guess after 2 and a half month spent in NS, it's finally time to graduate. Yay! Of course, the auspicious day finally comes and our results were out. The daunting moments where the principal announced our names keep wondering in my mind. Guess I'm quite satisfied with my results, maybe NOT!!! I means I never expect I would get an A for moral studies then. Nevertheless, I would like to congratulate Raymond for his outstanding performance. Jia jing, as well, being one of the candidates who manage to score an A+ for chinese. That's really an amazing job. To my other friends who did well also, Good Job! But for those who aren't satisfied of their results, don't give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450322099641807842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvEpScc-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/XmIhUBvPQ_s/s320/IMG_4535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till now, we were quite busy with lots of things though. Had lots of great moments together, also went to school to certify our certs(not done yet), busy hunting for scholarships, never thought that there were so many things to be done. Scholarships! Scholarships! Scholarships! I'm really tired. Even until now still can't figure out what's my ambition. And this is an important decision to make, MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450322112187149602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvFYBfLSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/8iKcXH6d-6k/s320/IMG_4720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvGVh49jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pd_FSflSHKU/s320/IMG_4899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvF06OwXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UxVbFjfChlw/s320/IMG_4898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Senior+Junior gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raymond and Eelyn threw a party at Pizza Hut. Perhaps that would be our last chance to gather around. Appreciate the moment a lot. Thanks a lot to both of them, I'm sure they spent a lot. Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvGxdoYhI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OsQh8PDo_tk/s320/IMG_4944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_afdmoXfB6po/S6D-lvwe2gI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bpMtOHQuz94/s320/DSC04317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Especially for Ooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6N285e0rFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nqbhe4HJwCY/s320/IMG_4965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6N29S_XbYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/L3f-2J-JLKk/s320/IMG_4986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;"On life's journey faith is nourishment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;virtuous deeds are shelter, wisdom is the light by day and right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-62230806936107641?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/62230806936107641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=62230806936107641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/62230806936107641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/62230806936107641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/S6NvEpScc-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/XmIhUBvPQ_s/s72-c/IMG_4535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3502200484362376164</id><published>2010-02-13T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:26:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stepped out of bus, enjoying the breeze of my hometown- Alor Setar. First time I ever miss my hometown so much. My family, home, friends, school and others. Hey, why I always got the feeling like I just get out of jail? True, first thing I thought about when I first stepped into the camp was Prison Break. Tray, lining up, schedule, bullies, horrible toilet etc.... But I really have to admit, NS is kinda fun. I got the chance to learn new things, adapting to new environment as well as learn to be more independent (washing clothes, plates, tidying up room, waking up at 5.30 am). Wow, I'm starting to admire mom and dad as these were what they did everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 3 days at home. "Time together is never enough"(sobbing). When I sign in my mailbox and facebook. Wow, they almost explode. It's only 1 month plus, man. So many things changed. Mom made new curtains and bed sheets. Dad rearranged the furnitures. Cookies and new year goods packed like sardine in bro's room. Argh, I miss home so much, lying down on my comfortable bed and pillow, I miss this feeling....First time I celebrate chinese new year "botak"ly (except when I was a baby). Bro asked me to post my pic on blog and facebook. But sorry, it's kindly restricted to family and a few friends that I met only. Haha.....anybody has remedy to make hair grow longer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day back home and I manage to met some friends. Tatt, WC, CX which paid me a visit. Sis, Philip, Feng, Alvin, Hui Ru and a few more that was already working in supermarket. I also met Caryn, zhi yang and fu chai, rabbit, carmen and etc. Everyone looks so different now (perhaps a little). Though, still hope to meet more friends if got the chance. Yeah, it's finally reunion night again. Well, happiest moment of my life to be with my family again. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......2008, 2009, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I guess time really flies. Chinese new year comes again and I really miss those food and ang pows. Although it's a short break, I really appreciate every moment I have. Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine everyone!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://down.111cn.cn/uploads/allimg/091225/203020I21-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-3502200484362376164?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3502200484362376164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3502200484362376164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3502200484362376164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3502200484362376164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1508922307672678367</id><published>2009-12-31T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:41:33.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSUNJrtVIqo/SQkDxeA5nmI/AAAAAAAAABM/mTqj7Hw-E4c/s320/2010_FIFA_World_Cup_logo2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSUNJrtVIqo/SQkDxeA5nmI/AAAAAAAAABM/mTqj7Hw-E4c/s320/2010_FIFA_World_Cup_logo2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So used to it writing 2009 at the end of the date everytime. And now, 2010 is approaching in less than 1 hours' time. While I totally loss hold of the time, a year had just ended in a twinkling of an eye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm turning 18 now. An age that indicates maturity. Brushing through the cobwebs of time, pieces of memories run through my mind. Year 2009, a year which I fought hard for SPM, a year which I convinced myself for better changes. Not far enough I leap though, not as far as I expected I could. Towards 2010, a brand new year....a year which I should be standing firm, aiming the target and hit the bull's eye. There's a lot in mind after SPM. NS is awaiting for me very soon and I still feels like a kid that can't adapt to changes easily. At the age of 18, I have much much more to concern. Got to be confident in making decisions, go to grow more mature, go to be tougher and much much more to learn. The figure 18 somehow made me anxious. KL, Pangkor, Genting and Penang trip might just gave me a doze good enough to replenish my exhausted spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010, here I comes! I want and I could be a better man. Welcome 2010!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1508922307672678367?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1508922307672678367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1508922307672678367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1508922307672678367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1508922307672678367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2009'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSUNJrtVIqo/SQkDxeA5nmI/AAAAAAAAABM/mTqj7Hw-E4c/s72-c/2010_FIFA_World_Cup_logo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2399023928884103082</id><published>2009-12-17T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:09:26.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>SPM had just ended in the blink of an eye, for real! Still remember after the last paper, there were fire crackers, shaking hands, goodbye hugs, "burn book" rituals and many more. It all indicates that another chapter of my life had ended. Part of my history now. Haven't been blogging for quite some time as my life had been saturated with hectic schedules. To sum it up, SPM was quite okay for me but my biggest concern was accountancy and chinese. 11 subjects in approximately one month's time, it was quite relaxing though as we had short intervals between papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once after SPM, I followed my friends to City Plaza for bowling. Kelz and Ray joined us as well. I scored 100+ with 2 strikes in a row. Quite a good attempt for my first try. We also met Syed, Shami and others there. Later, the others went CC to play DOTA. Ray requested me to teach him about facebook. At night, Eric had a party and we had steamboat and BBQ. Big prwans and crabs kept stimulating my taste buds. After that, CJ, BC, GH and CX came to my house and chat until midnight. No pics were taken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, the school reporters were having a meeting and Chiew was the chairman. I went to meet up with them and decided to attend the Facon edu fair together. The meeting ended late and e had chicken chop for lunch. We reach Holiday Villa at about 2. Really felt sorry because I promised a few persons to meet up with them there but I was late. Crowds of people there, not much chance to ask in details as it was all about MONEY!!! Of course, I met many friend there. After that, we followed CX's car to AS mall to sing. Almost used up all our money, we picked the cheapest package with no food and drinks. Though, we really had fun there and stayed 40 minutes longer than the time provided. Luckily they didn't charged us extra. We took a video clip and suggested it to be post on facebook. Though, I wouldn't want to embarass myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, BC, CX and I went back to our school for a jog. I decided to do so because I hadn't go for sports for such a long time. How am I going to survive NS with such a poor stamina? We took pictures more then we jog, but it was still fun. Cikgu Rozaini was coatching tennis and we chatted with him for awhile. Back home, I asked 2 large boxes from mom and decided to clean up 4 large stacks of "knowledge". It was really tiring. Life after SPM is not relaxing at all. Too much in mind. A mixture of relief and tense, there are really much things to be done in a short period of time. Goodbye SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pics will be uploaded..._&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2399023928884103082?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2399023928884103082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2399023928884103082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2399023928884103082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2399023928884103082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-9209827071488974081</id><published>2009-11-08T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:52:20.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last for November</title><content type='html'>Boredom is an extreamely difficult feeling to tolerate or overcome as it dulls the senses and agitates the mind. And so, I decided to blog down this last post until the major exam comes to an end. Either holding the book or sitting in front of the PC, I realised that SPM is just few days apart. Perhaps, like Yang said "the feeling of free, yet busy" is just right to describe my feelings. Long and tedious lecture in school and tuition classes had come to an end. Several weeks after the trial examination, I still think that I am not prepared for SPM. Yes, perhaps I do scored quite well for trial. But that's what making me more anxious. "Students usually score better in SPM compared to their trial", they would say, but am I really capable to achieve what I expect? Lack of confidence, anxiety dwells within. Being rather pessimistic, I am worried why am I still relaxing at this crutial period. Shouldn't I just fight for my future? I guess I will need to prove to myself that I am able to muster all my courage and determination to overcome obstacles. This is a determination that I know will stand me in good stead in my future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end my post, I would like to wish my seniors and juniors which will be sitting for their final exams good luck. Nevertheless, to all SPM candidates, ALL THE BEST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-9209827071488974081?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/9209827071488974081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=9209827071488974081' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9209827071488974081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9209827071488974081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-for-november.html' title='Last for November'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6839373974694369837</id><published>2009-10-24T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:56:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd October</title><content type='html'>I'm 17 now, eligible to get my driving license now. Maybe after my SPM. As the clock struck 12 am on 23rd October, I started receiving calls from my brothers, wishes from my family, text messages from my friends etc.... Can't imagine so many of them still remember my birthday. Really appreciate their wishes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my family who gave me a treat, and to my brother who gave me a present though he's staying so far away. Just felt so lucky. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends did take some trouble to plan for a surprise party for me. We went out to celebrate and of course the bill is quite costly. Besides, I receive some funny presents from my Tatt, JJ, Hong and CX. I can't stop laughing when I know their motive. KZ and YC bought me a lottery as well. Thanks again to all my family and friends who made 23rd October meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 17 now, I may only be a teenager preparing for the SPM examination, but I feel that I had just grown up. A year older, a year wiser I guess. Fliping through Chapter 17 of my life, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6839373974694369837?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6839373974694369837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6839373974694369837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6839373974694369837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6839373974694369837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/10/23rd-october.html' title='23rd October'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6040424140180344785</id><published>2009-10-16T13:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:19:45.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Some ideas somehow struck me suddenly. I realised that humans need to change. We need and we will change through time. Changes, improvement, adaption and succession, to be more specific. Yes, evolution makes this world mobile. We can never stay at our comfort zone hoping that things will remain the same forever. At the age of 17, suddenly I realised that I am a big boy now. I can't depend on others to take care of me. "Lagi 2 bulan, kamu akan masuk IPT", my teacher suddenly said to the class. In that moment,I know that I should not just mature physically, should grow mentally as well. I need to learn how to make decisions, be more independant, improve my attitude and habits now. I need a change and I will &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Michael said "Just have a little faith!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6040424140180344785?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6040424140180344785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6040424140180344785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6040424140180344785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6040424140180344785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1624635421993883950</id><published>2009-09-23T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:05:09.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>离巢</title><content type='html'>就这样，燕子在巢中度过的五个春夏秋冬。燕子非常了解自己在巢中的日子剩下不多了。燕子长大了，已是时候翱翔自由的天空，往自己理想之地飞去。 燕子一眼望去天上的繁星，回忆起他与一群好友一起学习，嬉戏，寻找食物的日子。偶尔被狂风暴雨打伤了，总有其他燕子不断给予他扶持安慰。日子不多了，燕子总得离开他那居住了五年的鸟巢，离开他那群好友的呵护。巢中实在是有太多东西燕子总放不下的。燕子的长辈们，花尽心思栽培燕子，好让他能够在那浩瀚宇宙中生存。燕子珍惜巢中长兄们曾经无私的帮助他，教诲他，信任他。燕子重来没忘记每个兄长如此宽待过他。此刻，燕子了解“大海宽阔”的道理，每接受一滴河水，就让一滴河水流出。只有这样，大海才不会变成“死海”。因此，燕子把它每接受到的一份恩惠都献给了巢中的小燕子们。但愿小燕子们有一天总能比他更加出色。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，燕子也无法忘记他那班最好的朋友。记得曾经三五成群的一同捕抓猎物，一同分享食物的日子。偶尔天气转寒，燕子们得忍受寒冷的天气，互相用体温来温暖对方。就这样，五年的光阴刹那间就快过去了。燕子们离巢的日子快到了。也许这一别便是永别。又或许上帝会同情燕子们，让他们有重逢的缘分。燕子实在有太多的不舍了，但那又有何用呢？燕子忽然回忆起长兄曾告诉过他一句话“要好好珍惜！”。然而，当燕子领悟到这个道理时，一切会不会迟了些？回忆起过往的点点滴滴，燕子充满了眷恋与相思的泪水化作雨水，滋润了整个大地。此时此刻，燕子真情的落泪了。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1624635421993883950?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1624635421993883950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1624635421993883950' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1624635421993883950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1624635421993883950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='离巢'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2664491464394720932</id><published>2009-09-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:46:06.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not something you would like,&lt;br /&gt;Makes you stay up late at night,&lt;br /&gt;Just prepare yourself for a fight,&lt;br /&gt;There is no more place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;I think it is just a worsening plight,&lt;br /&gt;Exams I want you to be out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of books is where I dive,&lt;br /&gt;Stabbing myself with thousands of knife,&lt;br /&gt;But it is how I struggle to survive,&lt;br /&gt;Exams are like bee hives,&lt;br /&gt;Facing it almost took my life,&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I am still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in school is so hectic and busy,&lt;br /&gt;In class I felt so dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that exams will be easy,&lt;br /&gt;Praying that I am always lucky,&lt;br /&gt;I think I must be plucky,&lt;br /&gt;Before exams turns me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2664491464394720932?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2664491464394720932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2664491464394720932' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2664491464394720932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2664491464394720932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8392937003438399077</id><published>2009-09-12T11:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:45:43.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I racked my brains to think hard of a way to escape. As I slow down my pace, panting, tonnes of books were ready to welcome me with open arms. Everytime I closed my eyes lying hopelessly on the bed, those unfinished buiseness kept bothering me. Two weeks, struggelling to survive. Yes, at least I manage to stay away from my addiction-PC. There's another two weeks to go. Still remember the day before my biology paper. As I was totally engrossed flipping through the 700 pages, stuffing as much facts into my cerebrum. "Puff", out of the blue, the lamp went off. There was a blackout. I couldn't believe the electrical supply just went off like that. "Not today, at least not the day before biology!". I felt tears stinging my eyelids and tried to blink them away, but deep inside, I knew I deserve such a harsh lesson to learn. Time stretched interminably before me as I began to berate myself for not started the revision earlier. All this time, I was tormented by such despair and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same situation occured the night before my accountancy paper. Fortunately, that subject was not my biggest concern. Burning midnight oil and counting on luck? Please don't try this at home. There were several ocassion I woke up in the middle of the night, startled, imagining I received the results slip from my teacher. It was just a figment of my imaginations. There is too much pressure to bear to avoid from succumbing to the common complaints associated with regrets. Boredom and anticipation intensify as I thought of getting back to my gruelling schedules. Please let me savour my momentous moments during exams. I am so tired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all those odds against me, I am not down yet. "Hey you there, try better next time! I don't snap so easily". I am going to fight till the very end and win a victorious battle. Come on, exams, give it your best shot! "Every cloud has a silver lining". I'm going to conquer you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-8392937003438399077?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8392937003438399077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8392937003438399077' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8392937003438399077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8392937003438399077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-9175545758313313184</id><published>2009-07-17T11:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:56:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Society Prize Giving Day</title><content type='html'>After almost a year holding the post as a chinese society president, I would say it's really challenging. It's July already, SPM is just miles ahead and I haven't started my revision yet. Books piles up on my desk like mountains, mostly those uncompleted exercises.  I kept blaming those co-curriculum activities that kept me busy, but in actual fact I am the one who is not able to manage my time properly. I still remember what spiderman said "Great power comes with great responsibilities". I want the post, so I got the responsibilities. Recently, I hand over a project to my juniors. They were requested to organise a prize giving day for chinese society. I had completed some of the jobs before hand and they just need to continue what is not done yet. At least I had some time to teach and guide them before I pass over the post or should I say responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAQRZnPJJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/nkbMjpL2-F8/s320/IMG_3258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359301447690167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAQRZnPJJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/nkbMjpL2-F8/s1600-h/IMG_3258.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese society AJK's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Sl__FyPvYbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c4zNjmF7RL4/s1600-h/IMG_3219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Sl__FyPvYbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c4zNjmF7RL4/s320/IMG_3219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359282556446400946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few days before the event, not much progress were made and I started to worry. I told myself they need to learn to be independent, so I didn't help them much besides giving some advice.The event started as usual, always the uncontrollable type. Sometimes I really don't like the members attitude. Looking at my juniors concerning these and that I started to recall they were just like me last time. Although there are some technical problems and maybe they were not well prepared,  their overall performance is still considered okay. At least they tried their best and that's just their first attempt. For a better tomorrow, I hope my juniors will do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;than me, and I know they will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEvUk-GoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UK-37AHUUXE/s1600-h/IMG_3221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEvUk-GoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UK-37AHUUXE/s320/IMG_3221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288767595027074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The trophies, can see mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEv3MeXmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vI68eSpRQaY/s1600-h/IMG_3229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEv3MeXmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vI68eSpRQaY/s320/IMG_3229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288776887524962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEwLqzt5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/k5TTxVuKHcA/s1600-h/IMG_3243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEwLqzt5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/k5TTxVuKHcA/s320/IMG_3243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288782383462290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEw_LTazI/AAAAAAAAAPA/C9CHTX5ATbc/s1600-h/IMG_3252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEw_LTazI/AAAAAAAAAPA/C9CHTX5ATbc/s320/IMG_3252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288796209965874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAQRPyCYyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cd_fV9A2amo/s1600-h/IMG_3238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAQRPyCYyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cd_fV9A2amo/s320/IMG_3238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359301445051114274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEwUp_G1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ij1VZmfGjE4/s1600-h/IMG_3246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAEwUp_G1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ij1VZmfGjE4/s320/IMG_3246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359288784795933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essay writing competition winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAM7kMsfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FtyAjnhzipY/s1600-h/IMG_3254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAM7kMsfmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FtyAjnhzipY/s320/IMG_3254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359297774039629410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drama competition winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention that I won a trophy that day, adding it to my collections. After the prize giving day, we went back for our chinese class. Out of the blue, our teacher gave us a surprize that day- monthly test. I haven't did any preparation at all and the questions were difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-9175545758313313184?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/9175545758313313184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=9175545758313313184' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9175545758313313184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/9175545758313313184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-almost-year-holding-post-as.html' title='Chinese Society Prize Giving Day'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SmAQRZnPJJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/nkbMjpL2-F8/s72-c/IMG_3258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3327775090621804474</id><published>2009-07-01T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:21:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>The National Service year 2010 trainees  name lists were out. "Hey, are you one of the lucky ones?" That's how we greet our friends. People start chatting about NS anytime, anywhere even though the teachers are teaching in front. Most form 5 students were anxious to know who were elected. Nevertheless, I am not excluded as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when we were told that the NS name lists were out, we started checking our names via SMS. Well, I never thought of what I really wanted but I could probably accept any outcome. Being nervous about the results, I received a message confirming I am one of the lucky ones. I paused in front of the handphone a few seconds. Reluctant to believe, hoping it's a scam, I surfed the internet and got the same results. My plans after SPM shattered into pieces. Motor and car license, piano and guitar lessons, trips, games, spending time on my comfortable bed...etc. When I reached school the next day, I found out the other lucky ones too. We started grouping around and chat about NS. We seek out patterns how we were elected. Some proposed that our surname is special. Then another said there's something related with our seats in class relating it to "Feng Shui". Next, another mentioned about those leaders in clubs were kindly chosen. There were different response given. Some remains cool, some were desperate, some were mocking the person who chose them and some were thinking about their stylish hair and ways to avoid NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seniors shared their experiences in NS and almost all of them commented that it was a fun experience. Well, I am not so worried about camping life as I am quite active in camps especially those organised by St. Johns. But NS last for 3 months. How am I going to survive? My mind is now packed with NS stuffs and I can't stop thinking about it. But there's obviously nothing that can be done. I just have to look at the bright side and accept the fact that I am lucky. At this moment, I can just cross my fingers hoping that I could get a good campsite, pleasant trainers as well as trainees, able to pass those physical activities, and of course having a nice sleeping and bathing area. All the best to those lucky ones. To those unlucky ones, don't envy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-3327775090621804474?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3327775090621804474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3327775090621804474' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3327775090621804474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3327775090621804474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8919067658345338791</id><published>2009-06-30T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:53:47.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>To realise the value of one year,&lt;br /&gt;ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one month,&lt;br /&gt;ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one week,&lt;br /&gt;ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one day,&lt;br /&gt;ask the person who was born on Feb 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one hour,&lt;br /&gt;ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one minute,&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who missed a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one second,&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one millisecond,&lt;br /&gt;ask a person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure every moment that you have and remember that time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today it's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's has been there since Febuary. And I just noticed that quote pasted in my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. It's now July already. The true journey begins. I'll treasure every moments I have. Hopefully everyone will do so as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-8919067658345338791?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8919067658345338791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8919067658345338791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8919067658345338791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8919067658345338791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6627760829517500407</id><published>2009-06-11T12:44:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:40:47.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆过去  展望未来</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCk0qaCTQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3DzesM89u-c/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCk0qaCTQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3DzesM89u-c/s320/DSC01279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345953982332423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;全体工委和营员大合照&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三天两夜的第17届光华日报校园记者团成立典礼终于化上完美的句点了。这几天里果然让我受益良多。不但让我认识了许多新朋友，还让我领悟到许多人生道理。我不后悔参与了这次的生活营。提着重重的行李，带着沉重的心情默默向校记们告别，不尽让我回想起整个旅程。那闪烁亮的东西，不知不觉也滑落的嘴角。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;前奏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;辛苦了五个多月的筹备过程，总算结出甘甜的果实了。 前一天，多数工委（包括我）都到新民独中去清理场地及做好还未完成的任务。过后，我们五个朋友还坚持要去补习，乘了俊权的顺风车去。试想想，六个人 挤入一辆kancil那种感觉。虽然非常拥挤，但还真是个不同的体验。当晚，我和紫藤，维君，冠鸿，家靖还有廉达聊得很夜。都快凌晨三点了，我们还不舍得睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;第一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懒洋洋的申出懒腰，慢慢睁开眼睛，才发现营员们都来报到了。洗刷后，我匆忙到报到处去帮忙。过后营员们分组了。身为“稻香”组的领队，我真的好担心。一群新脸孔，大家都不认识的，我说了好多东西他们还是静静的。自我介绍后，多亏垂靖和俊鸿师傅的帮忙，我们也想好了口号和组棋。当天活动包括了讲座，办报，准备才艺表演和晚间游戏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCyAYXMMZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Zx0OMGwS1EE/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCyAYXMMZI/AAAAAAAAANw/Zx0OMGwS1EE/s320/DSC01196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345968477298241938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;报到处&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCkhzICsMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YG6hoyT0XcY/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCkhzICsMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YG6hoyT0XcY/s320/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345953658255356098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;稻香组&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjClS_mwBgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1zu7tFR1iMs/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjClS_mwBgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1zu7tFR1iMs/s320/DSC01432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345954503418971650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;组旗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCqfMnAj3I/AAAAAAAAANI/aqCxJLKojF0/s1600-h/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCqfMnAj3I/AAAAAAAAANI/aqCxJLKojF0/s320/DSC01639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345960210626285426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;工委们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;第二天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一大清早醒来，就被新民独中的警铃吵得天翻地覆。当天还发生了一件惊人的事件，令我不知所措。我在与组员准备才艺时，忽然廉达匆忙来向我求救。询问下，Victor的epilepsy发作了。我立刻赶到现场，忽然头脑一片空白。在圣约翰救伤队里学过的东西都忘得一干二净。霎那间，紫藤快速把Victor送到附近的诊疗所去。我，伟建和冠鸿也陪着去。一上车，我们都急忙联络Victor家人。一把Victor抬入诊疗所，全部人都被吓呆了。在医生的检验下，他也没事了，总算是有惊无险。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjClHCJxThI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pscxRLeDfxk/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjClHCJxThI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pscxRLeDfxk/s320/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345954297944296978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;早操&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到新民，正是一个非常有启发性的讲座-隐形的月光宝盒。讲师为我们讲解如何发掘我们内在的潜能。还说了个真人真事来鼓励我们，强调“I CAN”这个字。接着是水战，营员们都玩的不亦乐乎。过后，工委们还围绕在一起继续欢乐。我们玩了数青蛙和大风吹。输者得被泼水。彭胜冲力十足，被他一泼人都快被喷走了。接着便是才艺表演。我组在临时还未准备好，我只好帮他们想好了剧本。那时候，还真让我看见了整组的团队默契。表演只有一个字形容“　赞！”。我们几个工委还在五分钟前准备了一场表演。我演了王子，不过还是搞笑般的。接着便是感恩夜，我们也趁机为珂柔和廉达庆祝生日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCl8p7D9KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u8tENH5hkTI/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCl8p7D9KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u8tENH5hkTI/s320/DSC01573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345955219153089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCwQt7GJdI/AAAAAAAAANo/RNzArw5SgYw/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCwQt7GJdI/AAAAAAAAANo/RNzArw5SgYw/s320/DSC01576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345966558940636626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;水战&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCnC6iLjoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MEcEQSAuKxw/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCnC6iLjoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MEcEQSAuKxw/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345956426202975874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;才艺表演&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;第三天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结束了一切，又是回到各自生活的时间到了，大家都十分依依不舍。我还临时被派去当闭幕司仪，真丢脸呀！拍照留念后，大家都十分疯狂的跳起舞来。就这样，第17届光华日报校园记者团成立典礼圆满落幕了。好多体验都无法用言语来形容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCtVWPyTLI/AAAAAAAAANg/WjRggZxZAz0/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCtVWPyTLI/AAAAAAAAANg/WjRggZxZAz0/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345963339949427890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCoctEeWBI/AAAAAAAAANA/EfCUexT28UM/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCoctEeWBI/AAAAAAAAANA/EfCUexT28UM/s320/DSC01632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345957968776943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCr0lPoT4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/d3U5B4ekhSc/s1600-h/DSCN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCr0lPoT4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/d3U5B4ekhSc/s320/DSCN0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345961677527994242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCr05C9JFI/AAAAAAAAANY/hrZnPu2dCE8/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCr05C9JFI/AAAAAAAAANY/hrZnPu2dCE8/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345961682843542610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6627760829517500407?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6627760829517500407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6627760829517500407' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6627760829517500407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6627760829517500407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='回忆过去  展望未来'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SjCk0qaCTQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3DzesM89u-c/s72-c/DSC01279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6601825519757844284</id><published>2009-05-29T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:36:49.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week of Mid Year</title><content type='html'>And so, the second week of exam started. We got maths, accountancy, chemistry, biology, civic and of course physics. Let me just recall briefly those subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week started with maths. I really didn't focus much on maths. In the end, I made lots of careless mistakes in paper 1. Really can't forgive myself. For accountancy, I think I manage all the questions in paper 1 well. But for paper 2, I can't balance the second questions. I spent too much time identifying the mistake, At the end, for question 3 I totally forgot the format. But I still hope I can get A1 for that. For civic, the teacher came in late for 30 minutes! So, I need to rush those 60 questions in half an hour. Most of the students don't focus much on civic. But I hope it won't pull my average marks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have our science subject. Chemistry was the first to go. It's was not very difficult for me but I wrote the wrong chemical equations for some question. Combustion of metal carbonates does not involves oxygen? And so, the unfortunate thing happened. Our additional maths teacher had given us a project work days before the exam. And I didn't do anything before that despite I spent most of my time focusing on history. I expected to finish the project during the holidays. Out of the blue, he asked us to pass it up on thursday. I was shocked as I only have 2 days left to complete it. Plus, the next day we'll be having biology which requies a lot of reading. I spent the whole afternoon completing the project work and manage to finish it in a day. But I think my handwritting was horrible and hope there's no other mistakes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I just could flip through my biology. To my horror, I totally forgoten most of the chapters. Fortunately, our teacher gave us some tips on the essay questions. So, I just read according to what he gave. Paper 2 was quite ok but I forgot many of the biological terms. What's Parkinson disease? For paper 3, we have tips five minutes before the exam. So, I just read through the whole experiment and it DID came out. Though, I recorded the wrong readings and regreted for that. By the way, I didn't even sleep the whole night before my biology paper. It was my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paper was physics. Thanks to my teacher, CKP who gave us many secret formulas, I am quite confident in answering paper 1 and 2. For paper 3, it was totally a mess. Due to the lack of sleep, I can't concentrate in it. The experiment was weird. It appears to be a light bulb connected to a circuit with a thick wire and another to a thin wire. The bulb connected to the thin wire was brighter. Okay, now it comes the problem. Thick wire has a larger cross sectional area which should have a lower resistance. So, the bulb should be brighter, but it doesn't. Although it is an exam, we started discussing with our friends. Though, no conclusions could be made. Besides, the diagram given was not clear. The wires seems to be broken. So, I decided to ask my physics teacher about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nampak memang wire tu lebih tebal, tapi mungkin ada factor lain. Awak hanya belajar tu ke?" she said after thinking for a while. "Cikgu bagi tu kamu tak pernah buat dalam experiment, saja nak test kamu." Maybe she's giving a hint. But I still couldn't get her point. "Diagram tu tak salah, wiring tu semua sama" she said to our class. Initially, I did an investigation on the effect of cross sectional area of a wire on the current. But then, I noticed someting amiss. Maybe she was trying to say the bulbs were connected in series and parallel. So, I rewrite the whole experiment again. Again, I was confused. I want to do another question about pressure but time is ticking. At the end, I made up my mind to do the parallel and series connection experiment. Exam's finally over. Some cheered in joy, some planning for their holidays, some frustrated and we were discussing about the question just now. Most of my friends did an investigation on the cross sectional area of the wire. I think I had done a horrible mistake, I shouldn't had think so much that time. 12 marks gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it all over already. Nothing could be done to change the past. Looking at the bright side, I did my mistake during mid year and not in the actual SPM. I did learned something from that. Now, it's time to focus on the trial and SPM. I'll be BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6601825519757844284?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6601825519757844284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6601825519757844284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6601825519757844284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6601825519757844284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-week-of-mid-year.html' title='Second Week of Mid Year'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7901556646966202083</id><published>2009-05-21T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:39:30.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Mid Year</title><content type='html'>I manage to "survive" after my first week of mid year exam. I had taken countless exams before, but I think I did the worst this time. We had Chinese during the first day. I was horrified when I read about the summary and the essay which is quite difficult. I had already expected it as Chinese had always been my weakest among those three language subjects. Next, we had our Malay. The essay questions were quite ok but I think I did badly in paper 2. I can't even answer any of the proverb and the sentence constructions. Then, it was English. I prepared the wrong essay questions. As you know, preparation means memorize a good essay and modify it according to the exam topic. But then, the essay topic requested for a happy ending which was not what I expected. So, I just can write the essay according to my standard, hoping my teacher will show mercy in her marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was my worst nightmare-History. Due to my laziness, I just finished 2 chapters out of 16 the day before my exam. In fact, my friends had already started revising months before. Fortunately, I was determined to stay awake till 4 am. the day before exam and manage to study all the hot topics. Thanks for my "gan ge" for giving me encouragements and I think I already tried my best and could answer most of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had moral which I didn't even prepare anything. My friends told me that it was the SPM paper last year and they had did that in tuition. Though, I think the questions were quite easy compared to the april test. The first week of exam ended with Additional Maths. I think I did a lot of silly mistakes in paper 1. I was even confused between differentiation and integration. Didn't read the questions properly and ended up wasting my time. I wasted almost 20 minutes to solve one question. At the end, I managed to finish the questions one minute before the bell rang. It was a close shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I think I haven't done my best this time. I better not waste time now. Still got a lot more to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-7901556646966202083?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7901556646966202083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7901556646966202083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7901556646966202083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7901556646966202083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-week-of-mid-year.html' title='First Week of Mid Year'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2758499205332667798</id><published>2009-05-13T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:17:43.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Fever</title><content type='html'>It's just a few hours before my mid-year exam starts. Yes, indeed. An important exam and of course a tough one. Yet, I really haven't prepared much. "No need to study la, you can also get good results", that's what my friends said to me. But I really doubt is luck on my side now? Too much to focus, too much concerns, too many distractions. Can I score like to used to? I just feel so vulnerable now. The temptations, laziness and sleepiness. What should I do? I just hope I score well this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2758499205332667798?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2758499205332667798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2758499205332667798' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2758499205332667798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2758499205332667798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-fever.html' title='Exam Fever'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2753406757126376995</id><published>2009-04-21T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:57:58.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life had been hectic and tedious as my schedule had been compact with activities. I haven't been blogging for quite some time. Tuition classes, homeworks, extra classes, examinations, moral eduacation assignment, school activities, prefect's duties had been driving me crazy. It was only less than a month to go before the mid- year exam had it's constant touch. I may have taken countless exams before, but the feeling of insecurity and anxiety had not diminished with time. After the April test, I had initially felt relief that it was all over and even told myself that it did not really matters how I did since I had done my best. It was not a lasting conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That impressionable conviction soon disappeard as I began to reflect how near my mid-year exam is. Time stretched interminably before me and I began to berate myself for not having started the revision earlier. Now, my school is busy preparing to see whether KSAH could be nominate as a "Cluster School". It would be a high prestige if my school is chosen. Classes had been decorated at the last moment, the principle had constant surveys on teachers and students and prefects that never attend to their duties started to attend their duties regularly since the teacher had been observing. But whether my school could be chosen, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I can't let go of those responsibilities I hold in the societies. Football match, general knowledge quiz, drama practice and nevertheless debate. Those are the activities chinese society is going to organise. Chinese society T-shirt had been designed and will be produced soon. After five years of delay, the dream finally came true. Well, about the football match which will be organise by the society soon, "Manchester United versus Arsenal". Haha....wonder if it would be an interesting one. Who expects chinese society to organise such an activity. Drama presentation, nothing had been done yet and I really don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about chinese society, now it's time to talk about St. John. Honestly, I was quite dissapointed with St. John's progress. Few days ago, Jasmit, a senior of mine which is now an officer walked up to me and told me how dissapointed he was about our school's St. John day. Even the state commander criticized on our performance during the sports day. I was totally speechless when he said that. Then he told me that he would attend every meeting we held. I am just imagining what would he say if he really withess our practice. I had been constantly stressing on how important first aid is to our members. Those juniors should know some basics. At the end, KZ requested me to prepare an exam for the juniors. Of course, those form 4 had taken their test. It was really dissapointing. Some of them can't even tell the procedures of CPR. Now, it's time for those lower forms to take the test as well. I bet the results will be dissapointing as well. "Why not organise a course to teach them about first aid? Exam won't help". I kept telling KZ. Their marching skills aren't satisfying as well. Since when my beloved society had lost it's shine? My darker moods would move in to eclipse these happier moments I once felt last year and I would plunge once more into hopelessness. These fluctuations certainly kept me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me would like to let go all those responsibilities and concentrate on my studies. But I really can't. I started thinking am I a good student? Am I a good prefect? Am I a good senior? Am I? I can't bear the pain to see my society crush into downfall. I trembled with fear as I thought of the the mid-year exam and of course SPM. At times, life was really difficult to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2753406757126376995?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2753406757126376995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2753406757126376995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2753406757126376995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2753406757126376995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-6455133284101546217</id><published>2009-04-20T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:36:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Society T-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SfFDMkrLzpI/AAAAAAAAALY/Yq1216gdfwk/s1600-h/new+new+T+shirt+design+copy(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328113717438303890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SfFDMkrLzpI/AAAAAAAAALY/Yq1216gdfwk/s320/new+new+T+shirt+design+copy(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is our chinese society newly launched T-shirt. Any of my juniors, friends and senior from KSAH interested to buy can contact me personally. Please make ur discision fast. "Time and tide waits for no man". The T-shirt only cost RM16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-6455133284101546217?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/6455133284101546217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=6455133284101546217' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6455133284101546217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/6455133284101546217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/04/chinese-society-t-shirt.html' title='Chinese Society T-shirt'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SfFDMkrLzpI/AAAAAAAAALY/Yq1216gdfwk/s72-c/new+new+T+shirt+design+copy(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7924169746852120</id><published>2009-03-19T22:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:51:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kolasma" Chinese Society Interact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenyxN86stI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6WC4SSAP7s4/s1600-h/IMG_2808[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326054961715000018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenyxN86stI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6WC4SSAP7s4/s320/IMG_2808%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvnATE65I/AAAAAAAAALI/G9p423AaTFA/s1600-h/IMG_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051487716273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvnATE65I/AAAAAAAAALI/G9p423AaTFA/s320/IMG_2598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmxhlV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/cCyd4eDginE/s1600-h/DSCF0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051483750586194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmxhlV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/cCyd4eDginE/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Senvme85ObI/AAAAAAAAAK4/24TUZJKe2Qs/s1600-h/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051478764861874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Senvme85ObI/AAAAAAAAAK4/24TUZJKe2Qs/s320/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmZ3opNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bwlm1zvFQKg/s1600-h/DSCF0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051477400626386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmZ3opNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bwlm1zvFQKg/s320/DSCF0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmHL1XQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ic9TvIg5UNI/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326051472385072386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenvmHL1XQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ic9TvIg5UNI/s320/DSCF0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Senov1UdF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/0QqKwEiGA8k/s1600-h/DSCF0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043942806689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/Senov1UdF8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/0QqKwEiGA8k/s320/DSCF0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SennwVkQG_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tRalxDLF80s/s1600-h/DSCF0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326042851951254514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SennwVkQG_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tRalxDLF80s/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After months of hardwork and preparation, the day finally comes. Let me just recall briefly the whole process. It all began when KS suggested that chinese society organise an activity during our semester break. Due to my creativity and inovation, I suggested to my Asma friends wondering would they want to join our activity. I really never thought that the plan will succeed as our school were boy school and girl school respectively. Then we started planning for the whole activity, having quite regular meetings in the same old place. I took this opportunity to elect a few juniors to join our organising committe, hoping that they could learn something from this activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The day before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned up the messy hall, then showed our artistic side by making those name cards(mostly done by the girls). Several pictures were taken when we were cleaning up. Those pictures are meant for our moral project. Next, we practiced our debate and ordered pizza to our school for lunch. It was quite costly, but it was a new experience. TN and YL taught us some dance steps and we went back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The actual day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived school as soon as the clock strucks 6.35 am. In the near dark, I dashed to the canteen. I was surprised to see that many AJK's and participants had arrived. So, I quickly unlocked the doors to let the AJKs in. We stand by in our respective positions. Though, some AJK's and participant who's playing PSP and surfing the net restlessly really annoyed me. The activities went on as planned. We had ice-breaking sessions, debate, team buildings, treassure hunt and etc. Most girls and boys prefer to stay among their clicks. They felt akward to interact with others. Though, the AJK's tried their best to warm up the whole chilly atmosphere. I was glad to see a few seniors like WB, KS, SC, SC, CS, CB, IW, Tang, CW and Yin came to give support. The activity went on and on........(nothing much to say). And so, it finally came to an end. I would say it was quite successful despite a few problems we encounted. The most dissapointing part was many AJK's left early and we were left there to clean up the mess. Really greatful to those who stayed as long as possible to help us clean up. After that, we went to City One to celebrate our success(hope it counts). I felt so tired and can't really pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it was quite a wonderful experience. A bitter-sweet memory that I would always reminisce. I am totally exhausted. Hopefully the juniors could organise the activity next year too, and do a better job in organising. By the way, Chinese society day would be organise by the juniors this mid term holiday, lets just pray for the best. Thanks to those who had been helping us around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More photos will be updated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-7924169746852120?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7924169746852120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7924169746852120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7924169746852120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7924169746852120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/03/kolasma-chinese-society-interact.html' title='&quot;Kolasma&quot; Chinese Society Interact'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SenyxN86stI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6WC4SSAP7s4/s72-c/IMG_2808%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-1392067268831207801</id><published>2009-02-27T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:18:11.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realities</title><content type='html'>Brushing through the cobwebs of time, flashing back during the days when I first enter secondary school. In a twinkling of eye, I am almost leaving my school now. Standing in the doorway, wondering where to go after I leave. Time passed by steadily. It's like a circle where seniors leave and a bunch of newcomers came replacing their existance. Few days ago, I started realising some conflicts arrises between the juniors. Unwillingly, I am dragged into the whirlwind. Yes, I do expected it to come, it repeats every year. But why so soon? I wonder why people choose power rather than friendship. Is power, fame, glory and wealth that important? Is that the staggering reality? An intense and sombre filling chills the atmosphere. Why am I feeling sad too even though it's not happening on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fear. Fear of the realities. I was suddenly arrouse from my thought by light pitter-patter of raindrops. The sky was no longer brighter, dark ominous clouds shurouded the sun and a sudden bolt of lightning flashed accross the afternoon sky. As I stood facing the sea, unaffected by the rising storm, I wonder what could I do to solve the conflicts arrising. In the aftermath, I still believe that the friendship bonded could withstand those challenges. I laughed to myself realising it is just an affair gone awry. I guess I would just live my present life to the fullest and took to the challenges facing me in the future. Tomorrow would be another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-1392067268831207801?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/1392067268831207801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=1392067268831207801' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1392067268831207801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/1392067268831207801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/02/brushing-through-cobwebs-of-time.html' title='Realities'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-4400861922479910685</id><published>2009-02-05T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:12:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Visits in Simpang Empat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The alarm rang in the silent morning. Irritated by the alarm, I opened my eyes and saw two missed calls from CBC. Knowing that we had made an appointment to visit those friends in Simpang Empat, I quickly dashed into the bath room to clean up myself. As soon as the clock struck 9.00 am, CBC rang me up asking me whether he could come over to my house. As usual, he rode his bike to my house and my dad sent us to the bus stop where we were supposed to meet our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minutes later, we reached the destination and saw KS waiting alone patiently at the bus stop. After apologising for being late, we sat down together and chatted for a while. Soon, CSC arrived and four of us waited for the bus together. After about 30 minutes of waiting, CBC was feeling impatient and started criticising the inefficientcy of the public transport. We then boarded a bus and headed to Simpang Empat. We first arrived at Beng's house and he was shocked to see us. He just woke up and never expected to see us that day. After spending almost half an hour in his house, we proceeded to Victor's house which is just a stone's throw away. His mom served us with so much food and after visiting only two houses, I think I already gained a few pounds. After confirming that JJ's at home. We decided to walk to his house. The dazzling sun shines brighly. After walking for a while, we were perspiring already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299540819628473010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvATBqjOrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YureUQ7EATc/s320/IMG_2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TV's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544272759686786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvDcBlMBoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QrDb9jRfbHA/s320/IMG_2103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The strong gust that blew off TV's umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Look, the house looks larger and larger now. We are about to reach", Beng uttered. Suddenly, I noticed that what he said was really encouraging. In real life, we should always be positive too. When we were about to give up, why not think about the hard work we already put in. JJ has a fantastic garden that I like. There was a miniature waterfall with fishes swimming in it. Without permission, I grabbed a few photo albums and took a look how he looks like when he was small. He was indeed plump when he was younger. We all made fun of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299549629629266802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvIT1ea-3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fDMNBxPxxUA/s320/IMG_2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;JJ's home &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, again we took a bus to Taman Simpang Jaya. Another residential area in Simpang Empat. KS then brought us to his friend's house. Besides KWB, they were all strangers to us. We felt awkward staying there. So, we decided to continue our journey to EKW's house. It was quite far but we still continue walking under the hot sun. We then played some games at his house. Then, we walked to the malay stalls nearby to have our lunch. After minutes of considering, we decided to buy a RM 2.50 burger due to our insufficient budjet and that was our lunch. I then recieved a phone call from KS asking us to visit KWB to collect "ang pows". So, we took our lunch with us together and finished it in his doorsteps. His dog, Lucky welcomed us with a few barks. Still wondering does it consider a welcome. We chatted and contacted our other friends there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299549632909432130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvIUBseVUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S_j9Wvdi0sc/s320/IMG_2126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After getting some rest to regain our energy, we then proceeded to PP's house. It was quite far from WB's house. And so, we decided to build up our stamina and headed to our next stop. We passed by the paddy field and suddenly I just noticed that the sky was so blue and beautiful. The "lalang" grass and paddy waved to us as we passed by. Perhaps, there were always things that we often overlooked. Do spare some time to witness the "beauty". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299544272249880690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvDb_rpAHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lXuGY-BtF2g/s320/IMG_2133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Paddy Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then reached PP's house and were already panting. PP just came back from NS and perhaps still addicted with his computer games. We planned to aim for our last stop at GH's place. When we passed by, I met KJ in front of his house. Unexpectedly, his mom invited us into his house. KJ's mom chatted with us and joked around. She even helped us to take a group photo. Then, we went to GH house which was just a few metres away. CS soon arrived and met us there. After taking some pictures, we headed back to the bus stop. In the bus, KS discussed with us about his future. Future or interest? A job that could earn a lot or a job that repays satisfaction. CBC and I then stopped at Pekan Rabu and his sis fetched us home. While waiting, we saw a few teenagers punching and vandaling the lamp post. Then, we exchanged glances and laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299366282428768978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYshjn7ZYtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ezEL7Ue-GyQ/s320/IMG_2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was exhausting, it was a great house visit experience. In fact, we managed to met our friends, knows better about their home and of course collecting "ang pows". Haha. I really hope that next year we still got the chance to do so. Cherishing the moments we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299366710359862770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYsh8iGHrfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XXz3ux1y90k/s320/Image+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last picture we took before heading home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-4400861922479910685?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/4400861922479910685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=4400861922479910685' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4400861922479910685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4400861922479910685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-visits-in-simpang-empat.html' title='House Visits in Simpang Empat'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SYvATBqjOrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YureUQ7EATc/s72-c/IMG_2084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-8342640073392029106</id><published>2009-01-15T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:45:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beggining</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to propose that I am a form 5 student now. It's the time to be serious and mantain my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks in school had already passed in the blink of an eye. As expected, it was a hectic life. As usual, tuition classes started,  homeworks started to pile up on my desk, St. John, Chinese Society and school reporter starting their operations, helping the school mantaining disciplines, getting ready for the sports day..etc. Being the seniors in school was a different feeling. We used to consult our seniors when we face any difficulties, but now life in school seems different. Everyone seems to realise that it was a crutial year. None shall leave any chance to others. I could see my friends like OYW, HF, DL, LJJ and many more starting to put in more effort. I bet it would be tough when everybody started aiming the same target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that 2009 will be a better year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-8342640073392029106?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/8342640073392029106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=8342640073392029106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8342640073392029106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/8342640073392029106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beggining.html' title='A new beggining'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-3089735983868795806</id><published>2008-12-30T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:49:03.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending the phase</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up early. The stars still shone with a pale wash of light. Knowing that the juniors PMR results will be out, I suddenly flashed back a year ago. I could still remember the day I recieved the results from the principle. I was so exited to know the results, hoping the juniors will do well. Okay, then the results were out. 79 pupils from my school manage to score straight A's. They were definately better than my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PMR, I promiss myself to work harder to achieve better results. But, I still think I haven't tried my best yet. I kept wasting my time. As the saying goes, "time and tides waits for no man" and "procastination is the devil's workshop". Now, 2008 is about to come to an end. Form 5 should be a tough year for me. Besides of studies, there were responsibilities to take. There were too much dreams I haven't achieved during 2008. Hope that 2009 will be a better year. Seeing my seniors facing some tough time choosing their path after form 5 was horrible. I just realised I am about to make the same choice soon. I wonder how the future lies beyond expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only hours before waving goodbye to 2008 and welcoming 2009. I am still struggling what to do in the new year. New year, a new beggining, a new challenge. SPM drawing near. After SPM, still have a vague image about the future. Am I thinking a little too much about what lies next? But my seniors such as TJZ and KWB kept telling me that this is the right time to make a decision. Perhaps they are right, but I am still not ready yet. Just hope that 2009 will be a better year and hope that I can pass my SPM with flying colours. About the future, still remains as a mystry....&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-3089735983868795806?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/3089735983868795806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=3089735983868795806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3089735983868795806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/3089735983868795806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2008/12/ending-phase.html' title='Ending the phase'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-7988337233563267934</id><published>2008-12-09T12:40:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:05:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Cadet Camp</title><content type='html'>Several weeks after the year end holiday had started, the day finally comes. In conjunction with St. John Ambulance Malaysia which is celebrating it's 100th anniversary, an international cadet camp AKA ICC had been held. St. John members from all around the world will join the camp. SJAM will be the host and the camp will be held on 10th Dec until 16th Dec at Templer's Park, somewhere in Rawang, Selangor. It's my pleasure to be one of the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seven days six night camp had finally came to an end. None shall wipe away those bitter-sweet experiences I gained between the pass few days. Below is my whole experience in the ICC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282228360327599938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU4-tQ_SF0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dil94vtwm3s/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kem Temasya Rimba Templer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Night Before The Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After finished packing the luggages, thanks to my eldest bro who helped me a lot. And of course my eldest and second bro which is kind enough to lend me a lot of things for the camp and shared their experiences with me. Yes, there were quite a few things that I borrowed from my brothers and my senior. I guess without their help, I won't be able to make it. That night, CLT and SCJ gathered at my house and my father sent us to gather at SMK Keat Hwa. The bus departed at about 9 p.m. and we went on to the whole Kedah state to fetch all the Kedah participants. I sat with CLT in the bus and it was very cold and we shivered all night in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282233070460237746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5C_bmad7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_AGcP5XMKH0/s320/IMG_2028%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uniforms borrowed from Mr. XXX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was 10th Dec that day. After about 7 hours having a good night sleep in the bus, we finally reached our destination. We reached "Kem Temasya Rimba Templer" which is also a NS training site and unloaded all the things from the bus. There were 42 participants all together from Kedah state. We gathered and had a simple briefing from our accompany officer, Mr Tan and one of the camp's committee member. We were told that the male participants were required to set up our own tent and the female participants get a chance to sleep in the dorms. After setting up our camps under the hot sun, we went to the canteen to have our lunch. Then, we noticed that the canteen is quite far away from our camp. Hoping to get good food after the exhausting walk, we then noticed that a lot of starved participants were queuing up for food. It was such a long queue. When it reached our turn, there were only vegetables left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282230243800889762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5Aa5eTuaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FMrtUHLsLGM/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kedah members after setting up their tents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282229655434067442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU4_4pouffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uD78RuVvWwQ/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our camp site&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were participants from 6 countries including New Zealand, Hong Kong, Sri Lagka, Zambia, Singapore and of course Malaysia. After lunch, all the participants gathered to learn the theme song by the name "making miracle". But, a slight drizzle started to fall and it eventually rains like cats and dogs within seconds. Most of us get wet in the rain. Then, we were divided into groups. There were 5 villages which were the Red, Purple, Orange, Green and Yellow. And each village has 5 sub-groups. We were requested to elect a group leader, design our group flag and do our group cheer. My group which is the Red 3 was known as "Bolt". At night, we had our ice breaking session where each group were asked to break blocks of ice and melt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282228357750909394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU4-tHY86dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jRQdh5RhmO8/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My group members getting to know each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282225573087020530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU48LBtWBfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2Lm91Maqdvo/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My group working on the group flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282228361178988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU4-tUKRP-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/nMutvULBkVQ/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice block for the ice breaking session&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the next morning after sleeping in the wet camp with 4 other friends and tonnes of belongings, it was not a pleasant experience indeed. But, I felt fortunate because some of the camps were flooded due to the rain and their bags were all wet. The first activity we had was morning exercise. Then, we changed into our duty uniform and prepared for the opening ceremony. I could see everybody in their respective uniforms and all of them were full of badges. After hours of waiting, Dato' Dr. Low Bin Tik, our commander in chief finally arrived to conduct the opening ceremony. It was the first time I saw him. We had to stand under the hot sun for such a long time. At the end, most of us were sun burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went for our outdoor activity according to our villages. My village went for water rafting. Before long, dark ominous started to block the sunshine and it started to rain again. Though, we were determined to continue. It was a great experience indeed as our group cheered for each other and we started to know each other more. Thus, my group manage to get first in the competition. At night, we played a simple game to test our creativity. Every group were told to make an animal part by using newspapers and join them up after all the groups had completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282264617950901618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5frvKT9XI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rVnPpwI50G8/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The erractic weather which causes lots of problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282259887523474002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5bYY8hqlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CK8WBpX_cWc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Place for water rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, after the morning exercise and breakfast, we proceed to the second outdoor activity. My group went to the obstacle course. It was my fourth experience. Fortunately, I manage to get though all the obstacles without falling into the water. I guess the experience do help a lot. But this time, I noticed something different. All the group members helped each other a lot. I really felt some team spirit for the first time. After lunch, we went into the jungle for trekking. There were so many times I almost trip and fell due to the wet ground after the rain. It path was not easy to proceed and the some of the slopes were more than 60 degrees. Yet, it was an adventurous experience. The ranger even brought us to the wrong way and we were so worried to get lost. At the end, we still manage to get out of the jungle. At night, we all gathered at the canteen for our group performances. All of the groups were asked to present a 3 minutes long performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had our third outdoor activity of the week which was the Weng Chun martial arts. A Kung fu master from Weng Chun taught us some basic self defense moves and how to train "qi gong" which is the inner power. He even showed us some unbelievable acts. After that, we had a group photo together. The knowledge he taught us was really useful. In the afternoon, we went for our final outdoor activity, which is the flying fox. I had tried it before in Kuala Nerang two years back and wanted to try it again. But it was such a long queue. Plus, the weather condition was not good as the heaven started to unleash it's fury and a heavy downpour started to fall from the sky. Despite of the rain, we decided to shelter under a roof and played some games together. Within seconds, a bond started to formed and we really felt like a team. At night, we had our local cultural performances. Each state in Malaysia had to perform, including my state. I was fun to witness different cultures from each state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282259891996597954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5bYpnAHsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9xbMx-XZyic/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The flying fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day where we had to get up early. I woke up at 4.30 a.m. All of the participants dressed up and boarded the bus according to groups. All of the participants went to witness the National Review in the "Dataran Merdeka". It was a mass gathering for all the St. John members. After that, we went for our city tour. The first destination we went was the Berjaya Time Square and then we proceed to the National Palace, KL Tower and KLCC. It was a fun trip I would say. At night, it was the camp fire and international cultural night. Unfortunately, it rains that night too. Though, we still sang and danced in the rain. The flame was burning furiously, so as our spirit within. All the foreign participants presented their performances too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254883648153762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5W1IDrqKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/34czeH3iqWo/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;St. John members in the "Dataran Merdeka" for the National Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252870467079186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5U_8X6TBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SvAh_QAxDxM/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My group-Red 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282264978968266130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5gAwDjxZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Zu43tS9ggao/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fireworks for the camp fire night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all took out our pens and note book to exchange contact numbers. We sat in our groups and had our breakfast together. Then, we took photos together. A first aid competition was held that morning. All the participants from other countries took part as well. After that, we changed back to our duty uniform and prepared for the closing ceremony. Dato' Dr. Low Bin Tik was once again invited to conduct the event. The results for the first aid competition were announced as well. Hong Kong won first followed by Singapore and New Zealand. At night, we spent our time together in the costume party. Some of the participants dressed up in their respective costumes and there were attractive prices prepared for the winners of the night. All the participants cheered, shouted, danced and ran all night. Even the rain could not stop us. There were F1 cars there to perform some stuns for us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282223182978873458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU45_53J-HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qe6FCpOt8uI/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Dato' Dr. Low Bin Tik&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day where we had to leave the friends we had known for 7 days. In the twinkling of an eye, all of us had to return home, like what Dr. Low said "home sweet home". From a perfect stranger becoming a friend that is willing to help each other. And we had to leave our new friends. Our group members gathered around and hug each other. It may be the last time we could ever meet again. Tears could be seen in the eyes of some members. We took photos together and waved goodbye to each other. Then, we all headed home bringing sweet memories that are embedded deep in our hearts along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had made a right decision to join the camp. It was a memorable and wonderful experience that I could never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254875466440082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5W0plAnZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dgkgse95pXs/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Packing up before heading home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252859958285346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5U_VOa1CI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TynbUJ_a6q0/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;St. John members from Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282252879351223362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5VAdeDlEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GFtvEOEtvqw/s320/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Officer from Sri Langka &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254866387684514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5W0HwdzKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cKoeSYP2A8w/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JY from Singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282257968842955442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5ZotTcWrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/gOA76bSVXhw/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tessa from New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-7988337233563267934?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/7988337233563267934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=7988337233563267934' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7988337233563267934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/7988337233563267934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2008/12/international-cadet-camp.html' title='International Cadet Camp'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU4-tQ_SF0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Dil94vtwm3s/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2856100749693722817</id><published>2008-12-02T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:08:43.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. John Training Course</title><content type='html'>The day started when I woke up early this morning, preparing for the ultimate task of the day- give a talk about first aid. Well, initially my school's St. John planed to organise a 3 days 2 nights camp for the juniors. But then, the camps was canceled at the eleventh hour because of some reasons. Somehow, KKZ my St. John secretary planed to change the camping plan into a day long training course. Though, most of the activities that were planed had been canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school that day, I was quite shocked to see only a few juniors were there and it was almost time already. I had been expecting for the worst as KKZ already told me that the maximum participant could only reach 10. That day, just 6 juniors that turned up. Yesterday, I was quite worried when some of my friends called and ask me about time and vanue of the activity. I wonder why KKZ didn't inform them about the details. But fortunately, most of the seniors managed to turn up that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After distributing the flag day's commision, I was told to prepare for the lesson. I didn't think I had prepared enough yet. Plus, with the first aid skills that i possesed, am I capable to teach? I guess I just had to try my best. We occupied one of the form 1's classroom. After that, I started the first aid session. The seniors do asked a lot of questions, including those which I am not sure too. Though, the juniors just kept quite. I am not sure whether they could understand. I knew it was quite difficult to finish all the topics in the first aid manual and expecting them to understand and remember them at the same time. Yes, it was nearly impossible to do it in a few hours. There are too many new terms to learn. Even I am not sure what some of the terms mean. For example, what is the difference between infantile convultion, epilepsy, fits and seizures. Apart from that, I found out that different books have different explaination and treatment. Which is true and which is false? Which to follow and which to ignore? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282274871172409426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5pAjY0KFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a_RFTva_6bk/s320/IMG_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juniors having their lesson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though, I think it's quite interesting to share what we know and discuss what we were confused with. Of course, what really dissapoints me was some of the seniors didn't show good examples to the juniors. They chat loudly and disturbed the class. Despite having sore throat, I was really frustrated. I guess, I should stop complaining about some teachers not able to control the class. Being in the same situation, now I know how the teachers felt and understand how stressful it was. There were some time where I nearly storm out of the classroom. But, it was my responsibility to end what I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ending the first session, we all went out for lunch. As usual, we all ate at the same food court. The serving time was so slow, I waited for about 20 minutes. Even my friends had finished their lunch. Looks like there's a price to pay for a palatable dish. After finishing out lunch, we all splited into two groups. KKZ and SCJ went to buy some ingrediants for the fake up ingredient whereas I followed LJJ, TCX and CLT to the popular book store. There, I met my senior, LCB. I knew he just finished his SPM and they planed to play bowling together. Well, just could wish them the best of luck. Perhaps, next year we would not have chance to meet that frequently like we used to. Then, when we walked out of the place, I met CKP, the teacher that I really admire, at the doorstep. He thought I just finished my SPM . When I told him I am the next SPM candidate, he just asked me to enjoy my holidays as we will not have the opportunity to do so next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282274869728167362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5pAeAexcI/AAAAAAAAAII/yaVCV5tK1Tg/s320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The casualty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching our school, I knew I had to continue the lesson again. KKZ was already preparing for the fake up session. He prepared bottles of artificial blood and some dough for the session. Just then, SCJ and CYC dashed into the room playing football. Then, the disaster happened. They just played football in the wrong place and wrong time. SCJ accidentally spilled the artificial blood that KKZ prepared. The whole sickbay was devastated. The red ink could be seen everywhere. It was a total chaos. Even TCX's uniform was stained with "blood". After cleaning up the mess, KKZ started his fake up session. I would say that it was a total failure. We didn't bought the proper ingrediant and the results didn't seems pleasent. But, KKZ still determined to continue. He asked a senior to become a model for him to apply the make ups. But, nobody was willing to sacrifice his face. In the end, he had to sacrifice his own face to continue the session. LJJ applied lots of powder on his face and he looks like "Dracula" at the end. Then, TCX fited into the crowd and drew a moustache on his face. All of us laughted at him. Although the fake up was a total failure, we had fun together. KKZ quickly ran out of the room to clean up his face, ending the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282274859505964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5o_37UVqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C_HrqvttQsA/s320/IMG_1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TCX preparing the "blood&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282274863759717842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5pAHxfddI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6zGVcGiN7d0/s320/IMG_1172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The devastated sickbay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, we had a simple examination to test the junior's first aid skills. Perhaps their frist aid skills had been enhanced. I was the one setting the questions and I think it wasn't simple. Even I don't have the confidence to get all the answers correctly. Then, we organised an interview to test the juniors. Of couse, we are choosing the future leaders of St. John. Harsh questions were asked by the seniors to test the junior's ablity to cope with difficulties that they have to face. Just then, our ex-secretary TCC and ex-treassurer KWB came to have a visit. I am really impressed knowing that they still care for St. John. After marking the first aid examination papers, I knew they had tried their best. And most of them had done well as the results were quite good. I guess, the juniors still have lots to learn and the seniors too. At the end of the day, we were really satisfied with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos will be updated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2856100749693722817?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2856100749693722817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2856100749693722817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2856100749693722817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2856100749693722817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-john-training-course.html' title='St. John Training Course'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/SU5pAjY0KFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/a_RFTva_6bk/s72-c/IMG_1150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-4269430991533678257</id><published>2008-11-30T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:30:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusun Minda Resort, Kuala Nerang</title><content type='html'>After about an hour long journey, we finally reached the destination. Dusun Minda resort had changed through the years. Now, it is still developing. Then, we were arranged to our respective dorms. Each dorm could contain 20 participants and we occupied three of the dorms there. I occupied the dorm by the name "Charlie". Well, what really shocked me was the dorm was air-conditioned. I really never expected that because my seniors told me that they had to stay in camps and cooked their own meals in the previous year. Even during my first camp here, we had to set up our own camp in the forest. There were only two toilets to share between a hundred participants. Plus, the toilets were dry when it reached my turn to bath. It wasn't a pleasant experience for me. But, the prefect's camp seems to be relaxing. The Malays had their prayers five times per day. So, being non- Muslims, we get to occupy the whole toilet when they went for their prayers. I shared a double- decker with KSC and we were glad to be arranged in the same dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first activity we had there was having our lunch. Then, we went back to our dorms and had an hour of rest. Well, that was really relaxing. What I would say is, this is the most relaxing camp I joined before. After that, we went to the hall to have our ice- breaking session. Cikgu Azhar ask us to divide ourselves into groups based on our birth month. Then, he asked us to get to know each other in the same group. Chun How and Ching Yee were in the same group with me. Then, we realized that our birthdays were quite near. I realized that they were presidents of the clubs in our school. What a coincidence. Then, we were requested to form groups based on favorite food, shoe size and many more and repeat the same process. After the session, all the participants really know each other more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then divided into groups to carry out the first outdoor activity. The teacher requested us to draw a plan of the whole resort and think of foods with weird names at the same time. After completing the task, we gathered around swimming pool to present our masterpiece. Then, we had map reading activity. That was the third time I participate in that kind of activity. The first time was definitely during the St. John camp here. During the activity, we were taught how to use a compass. Then, we were asked to set bearings around the area and exchange them with the other groups. Each group needs to find the other groups' bearing until they reached the final destination. We were really exhausted after seeking high and low for the bearing. After dinner, we gathered back in the hall for our next activity. The activity was so called "Jangan Pandang Belakang", which means "Don't Look Back". We were brought to walk around the area alone. An intense feeling really chilled the atmosphere. Fortunately, nothing happened on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, there were many challenging physical activities to be carried out. We all dance "pocho- pocho" in the morning and had a whale of time together. Then, we were ask to prepare a drama for the cultural performances at night. In the afternoon, we were brought to the lake for canoeing. After having a brief talk from the one in charge, we put on our life jackets and preapared to get into the lake. I could still remember the first time I sat in a canoe with LJJ in Pendang Lake Resort. I thought it was going to capsize. This time, I paddled the canoe with KSC. It was really a great experience. Honestly, there were some time where we totally lost control of the canoe and almost bang the other canoes. Though, we manage to stop the canoe just in time before it collides with others. After canoeing, we went for the activity that I fear the most- obtacle course. The most challenging obstacle for me was the "monkey bars". We have to swing ourselves from one bar to another. Or else, we will fall into the water below. I almost gave up when I reached the middle. But when I heard my friends cheering for me, a strong will power was generated and I could not let them down. At last , I manage to pass the "monkey bars" and it was the first time I manage to do that. I am so proud of myself. Then, we had to swing our way through the "Tarzan's Swing". I manage to get pass that as well. But what I really admire about some of the participants is that they never give up easily. Despite falling into the water for many times, they never gave up hope. They were like mighty warriors in the battlefield, stood firmly accepting the odds that came in their way. There were many obstacles that we need to pass, including a 6 feet tall wall, a 12 feet wall, a shaky bridge and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we prepared our performance for the last time. The cultural night started and Dickson hosted the show. He was a great MC. I was shocked when I saw a lot of teachers were there, including Cikgu Hamid, Cikgu Rusni and Cikgu Hamizah. The committee even rented a karaoke set for the night. We all presented our performances for the night. Ching Yee with the song "Bukan Cinta Biasa" captures the heart of the spectators and was crowned the "Prefect's Idol". The highlight of the night included Cikgu Hamid sang his hearts out. He was well- known for his strictness. I guess that's why he was elected to become the teacher in charge of the prefects. The night ended at about 1.45 am. and everybody was totally exhausted. Even the teachers could not wait to get back to their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was the day where we had to return home. We got a chance to swim in the swimming pool near the NS training site. The pool was really good and the water was refreshing. Before long, the principle came to conduct the closing ceramony. He told us how lucky we were to get the opportunity to stay in Dusun Minda Resort and how much the school spent for the camp. After having our lunch, we went back to our school by bus. When I reached school that day, I met my form 5 seniors OCS, KWB and LKS. They complained about how tough the SPM papers were. Well, the camp was indeed an experience that I would cherish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-4269430991533678257?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/4269430991533678257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=4269430991533678257' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4269430991533678257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/4269430991533678257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-about-hour-long-of-journey-we.html' title='Dusun Minda Resort, Kuala Nerang'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4651240453125985300.post-2701056847891379263</id><published>2008-11-27T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:22:03.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prefect's Camp (Before)</title><content type='html'>A three days two nights camp, organised by the school for all the temporary prefects was really exhausting yet meaningful for me. The camp was held in Dusun Minda Resort, Kuala Nerang, which is a NS training site. The day started when I reached school with full of exitement. Perhaps, two years back, I joined a camp organised by St. John ambulance at the same place. So, I didn't really think much about the activities that will be organised there like what my friends kept wondering how the place will be. When I reached school on that morning, I realised that the form 5 students were sitting for their SPM examinations. All of them gathered at the canteen to do some revision. They really put in lots of affords in order to achieve their dreams. I could still remember a few months back, we were still chit-chating about their preparation for that crutial examination. I can't believe that day just slip in, in a blink of eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my presence did not inturupt their studies, i dashed back to my own classroom. Just then, I met my junior, Jie. He is a prefect-to-be too. Thus, it means he had to attend the camp as well. But he told me he knows nothing about the camp, he didn't even prepared for it. I was shocked and quickly brought him to see Dickson, one of the prefects in charge. After minutes of discussion, he finally agreed to ask his parents to prepare his requirements for the camp. Then, I walk back to the canteen knowing that it may be the last time I could have the opportunity to meet my seniors wearing school uniforms. After the final wave of good luck, they finally entered the examination hall. Then, I saw my form 3 juniors loitering in the school compound. Memories started to rush back into my minds. I could still remember vividly in my mind, those days after PMR were just great. But who knows how form 4 life could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus came at about 7.45 p.m. to fetch us. I boarded the bus and sat beside KSC. The bus was sceduled to leave at 8 am, but because of some reasons, the journey was delayed to 10 am. Thus, we get down of the bus and went back to our own classes respectively. Then, I saw Kelvin and Ooi holding stacks of test papers walking out of the staff room. After getting back my test papers, I was quite satisfied with the results. Though, I didn't think I had tried my best yet. We departed at about 10 am and headed to our destination- Dusun Minda Resort....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4651240453125985300-2701056847891379263?l=cs-quah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/feeds/2701056847891379263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4651240453125985300&amp;postID=2701056847891379263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2701056847891379263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4651240453125985300/posts/default/2701056847891379263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cs-quah.blogspot.com/2008/11/prefects-camp_26.html' title='The Prefect&apos;s Camp (Before)'/><author><name>colours of the wind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02438480897856973549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7TT1CyZzX4I/TM0OoyEdfKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tHrXxNOjbQQ/S220/IMG_0032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
